Atop the Heavenly Repair Platform, tens of thousands of disciples knelt in submission, the bloodlines beneath their feet surging and transforming into streams of blood that enshrouded their bodies.
"Elder, I'm not a spy from the Demon Path!"
"You are the demon cultivator! Traitor! May you meet a horrible end!"
"Ridiculous, so many spies from the Demon Path, truly the biggest joke. I never expected the Supreme Sect to be so dark, still claiming to be the foremost upright sect of Taicang, hahaha, it won't be long before the Taicang Dynasty is also annihilated!"
"Chu Xian, even in death, I won't let you off as a ghost!"
"Such actions, are you not afraid of the wrath of gods and men, of retribution?"
Cries of agony, pleas for mercy, curses, and all manner of sounds filled the air within the Outer City.