On the Heaven-Repairing Platform, tens of thousands of disciples knelt, their blood vessels surging beneath their feet, turning into wisps of blood energy that coiled around their bodies.
"Elder, I'm not a spy for the Demon Dao!"
"You're the Demon Cultivator! Traitor! You will not die a good death!"
"How ludicrous, with so many Demon Dao spies, it truly is the joke of the century. I never imagined that the Supreme Sect could be so dark, still calling itself the foremost paragon of the Tai Cang's Righteous Dao, hahaha, it won't be long before the Tai Cang Dynasty itself will be annihilated!"
"Chu Xian, even if I die, I will not let you off as a ghost!"
"With such actions, do you not fear the wrath of gods and men alike, and meet with retribution?"
Wails, pleas for mercy, curses, and so on, all manner of sounds filled the Outer Sect City.