"Execute Su Mo to warn the others!" Duan Jingtian's indifferent words resounded throughout the entire hall.
His words made all inner disciples in the audience laugh.
They were very happy to hear that Su Mo finally would pay for what he had done.
"Haha! I was right! Su Mo must pay!"
"He deserves to die!"
"After his death, we could ask Senior Brother Duan to get our storage pouches back!"
"Haha. Since Su Mo grabbed so many storage pouches, maybe we can get a few extra!"
All disciples talked about Su Mo's possessions. Some of them even planned on taking his storage pouches.
Meng Han, the invigilating elder, sneered. In his heart, Su Mo's death was certain.
In the hall, Su Mo squinted at Duan Jingtian fixedly.
"What a simple judgment! They will execute me without asking questions or for any plea?"
"I won't accept this!" Suddenly, Su Mo cried coldly.