"Bei Xuan, Ancestor Tian Luo is the thirteenth direct disciple under White Emperor Immortal Lord. Nan Feng is one of his disciples. He is extremely talented and together with the other nine Xuan Immortals, they are known as the Ten Sons of the Imperial City. Brother-in-law was sentenced to death because he offended his disciple!"
Mo Xiaoxiao hurriedly said with a trace of anxiety in her eyes.
Ying Zhenxuan clenched her fists tightly. Who would have thought that her father would encounter such injustice in Nanxing City? She believed that with her father's character, even if he offended someone, it wouldn't be him!
"Let's go, they haven't made a move yet."
Ning Qi nodded. His Divine Sense had already locked onto Ying Zizai. When he discovered Ying Zizai's current situation, his expression gradually turned cold.
…
Emperor's door. From here, one could enter to the cultivation grounds of the various old ancestors. At the same time, it was also the location of the true immortal cave of the White Emperor Immortal Lord. Hence, the Emperor's Door was a sacred place. Only when the disciples of the White Emperor Sect committed a mistake would they be judged here. When there was no judgment, the two sides of the Emperor's Door could be considered as the White Emperor.
The busiest market in the city.
Now, the Imperial Door was surrounded by immortals. Among the immortals, there were also many curious mortals. Their attention was focused on the figure in the middle of the Imperial Door, who was half-kneeling on the ground with a huge rock on his back. This figure was naked from the waist up, and his muscles were riddled with whip marks. His hands were bound behind him by some kind of forbidden chain. The huge rock was long, and it was suppressing him.
On his back, golden lines would occasionally appear on the surface of the boulder. "I heard that this disciple of the White Emperor Faction was a servant, and his master was a disciple of the White Emperor Immortal Lord's seventh disciple, the Old Ancestor Shi Long. He was once extremely talented, but he died in the hands of his enemy many years ago. Otherwise, if his master was still alive, he wouldn't have fallen to such a state today.
Arena. "
"Senior Brother, I just returned. Isn't that Senior Brother Ying Zizai? What happened? Why did Martial Uncle Nan Feng want to execute him? " "I heard that Martial Uncle Nan Feng's direct disciple 'Lin Yawei' and Senior Ying Zizai got into a fight over something during a mission. Lin Yawei was no match for Senior Ying Zizai and was injured. Lin Yawei reported the matter to Martial Uncle Nan Feng, and Martial Uncle Nan Feng used Senior Ying Zizai as a reason for killing his fellow disciples.
Come and execute him. "
"Is there such a thing? Lin Yawei was only injured, yet they wanted to execute Senior Brother Ying Zizai? Isn't this going too far? Don't tell me Patriarch Shi Long is not going to step forward and do something about it? "
"How? It's not like you don't know that Senior Brother Ying Zizai's former master was expelled by Patriarch Shi Long a long time ago. It's already not easy for Senior Brother Ying Zizai to stay in White Emperor City. Now that something like this has happened, how could he show up … "Numerous gazes fell on Ying Zizai. Many people's eyes were filled with sympathy. These people had some friendship with Ying Zizai. Ying Zizai was a righteous and forthright man. Although he came from a poor background, even though he was also a disciple of White Emperor, his master had died a long time ago.
Because he had been expelled from the sect, Ying Zizai didn't deserve to be called a disciple of White Emperor at all in the eyes of some people. But even so, he still had many friends in White Emperor City, and his reputation was not bad. However, the person who attacked Ying Zizai this time was Nan Feng. As one of the Ten Sons of Emperor City, even many cultivators at the same level as Nan Feng had to be polite to him. Not only was Nan Feng's status inferior to Nan Feng's, but his cultivation was also extremely strong. Many years ago, he had reached the Peak of the Mysterious Immortal Realm.
Although he had not entered the Heavenly Law Ranking, he was not far from it!
Therefore, Ying Zizai's friends could only watch with sympathy. During the whole publicity period, no one said a good word for him.
If they did, they would offend Nan Feng. No one was that stupid.
All of a sudden, the crowd of onlookers dispersed.
They saw a sage-like old man in a Taoist robe slowly walking to the front of the Emperor's Door with a group of people.
Ying Zizai's muscles were trembling. It seemed that the huge rock on his back was extremely heavy, so heavy that even a Golden Immortal had to support himself with all his strength to avoid being crushed to death by the huge rock.
As if he had sensed something, Ying Zizai raised his head with some difficulty. His eyes first fell on a fierce-looking strong man beside the old man in the Taoist robe. A trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes. Then, he looked at the old man in the Taoist robe. "Uncle Nan Feng, it seems that the ten-year publicity period is not up yet."
"Shut up. You are a sinner. What right do you have to speak?"
The fierce-looking strong man immediately shouted coldly.
Among the onlookers, many people from White Emperor's Door who were on good terms with Ying Zizai looked at the strong man. A trace of fear, coldness, and anger flashed in their eyes. This person was one of Nan Feng's personal disciples, Lin Yawei. Even though he had a ferocious appearance and looked like a bandit, his strength was extremely formidable. As one of the youngest disciples under Nan Feng's command, he'd used less than three thousand years of time to cultivate to the perfection-stage of the Golden Immortal Realm.
Compared to an old man like Ying Zizai, his cultivation was only slightly weaker. If nothing unexpected happened, it was very likely that he would become a Xuan Immortal in the future!
"Yawei, you can leave."
Nan Feng said lightly.
"Yes, Master."
Lin Yawei immediately bowed respectfully and then retreated to the side without saying a word. He looked at Ying Zizai with a pleased expression.
"You dare to snatch something from me? I'll kill you!" "Nephew Zizai, our White Emperor City has its own rules. During the ten-year publicity period, no one raised any objections. Even Uncle Shi Long did not come forward to plead for you. This is enough to prove that you have made a mistake this time and should be beheaded. In a few months, it will be the ten-year period, and I should have waited a little longer.
We should have waited for a while longer. Unfortunately, the outcome would still be the same. If you're not convinced, come and find me in your next life. "
Nan Feng said lightly.
As he spoke, a force of the Great Way gushed out of his hand and condensed into a broadsword with a ghost's head.
The surrounding Immortals all retreated a few hundred feet. The area around the Emperor's Gate suddenly became much more spacious. The aura of Nan Feng's saber was too terrifying. Immortals with lower cultivation levels felt a chill in their bodies when they stood too close.
"Brother Nan Feng, please wait a moment."
Suddenly, a figure appeared beside Nan Feng.
The crowd was slightly stunned. Was someone finally pleading for Ying Zizai? From their point of view, such a small conflict was not a crime worthy of death!
Lin Yawei's expression suddenly changed. When he looked at the person who spoke, he breathed a sigh of relief. Anyone could plead for Ying Zizai, but not this person, because he was from the Mo family.
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