At the end of a lone peak, beside a cliff, an ancient stone hall stood tall and imposing.
Before the entrance, two Qiongqi Stone Statues glared with eyes wide open, murderous light blazing from them. Beside them lay a bone stele as white as frost, the three characters "Criminal Law Hall" coiling across it like dragons and snakes, exuding a chilling Killing Intent.
In the past, whenever passersby came through, they would all lower their heads and hurry along, afraid of being noticed by the Criminal Law Hall disciples and inviting endless trouble.
Yet at this moment, the area before the hall was packed with people. They stood on tiptoe, watching and whispering nonstop.
Every gaze was nailed to a tall figure standing in the center of the plaza.
The man wore black clothes without a speck of dust on them, and his face was covered by a rough White Tiger mask. The White Tiger governed killing, and a sharp aura seeped from his bones. All around him, the space within three feet was completely empty.
"Was it this masked man who defeated Elder Wuchang just now?"
A newcomer pushed into the crowd and could not help asking in a low voice.
"Exactly! I saw him barge into the hall with my own eyes and demand to see the acting sect master. Elder Wuchang scolded him for his arrogance and attacked him on the spot, but the result..."
A hemp-clad man swallowed, the fear still lingering in his eyes. "The result was that this man shattered all of Elder Wuchang's bones with a single palm and knocked him off Soul-Severing Cliff. The enforcers' experts have already gone down to fish him out."
As soon as his words fell, the temperature around them plummeted.
These demonic cultivators, who were usually accustomed