The reason why many disciples who made mistakes remained honest after coming out of the execution hall was because they were afraid of this Lord of Hell.

They were simply convinced.

He was so ruthless in his attack, not sparing any hands.

Yun Tianren chuckled: "They are just here to watch the battle."

"This is a rare Qifeng discussion. Why don't they come?"

"Not only them, the master of Wanbao Pavilion, the master of Sutra Pavilion, and the pharmacist of Baicao Garden will all come."

"As long as they don't play, just let them go." Master Tianji breathed a sigh of relief.

"Holy shit, it's Mr. Xing."

"It's over, my calves started shaking when I saw him."

"Can't see me, can't see me, can't see me."

"I have to move to a farther position. Being so close, I always feel like someone is pinching my neck."

The arrival of Zhenxing caused a sensation among all the disciples.

Even some elders looked unnatural.

In the Guoshan Sect, everyone is treated equally.

Once you make a mistake, no matter who you are, you will be dragged into the execution hall and will be released after an education class.

These elders who are hundreds of years old often get spanked on their butts.

"Actually, think about it from another angle."

"If the torture hall participates, Zhen Xing may be ridiculed."

"The butt never gets kicked less."

Several elders discussed secretly and smiled evilly.

Suddenly, Zhen Xing looked over.

He smiled kindly at a few people.
Chapter completed!