Punishment

Saint Xihua finally talked. He had no other choice.

Right now, it was not just Ye Futian who wanted to get payback on him; Princess Xia Qingyuan had brought others with her. There was no escape.

There was an area in the Holy Zhi Palace where there were usually very few people. The area was filled with tombstones, and names were carved onto each one. These were the names of cultivators of the Holy Zhi Palace who had died in battle.

Saint Xihua was escorted there and was placed on a punishment platform in the middle of all the tombstones.

He knew what was about to happen. His face grew extremely pale.

Many people from the Holy Zhi Palace gathered there, standing behind Ye Futian. They all looked very solemn.

As Saint Xihua was escorted to the platform, chains appeared out of thin air. They were locked onto his body, and even directly penetrated his bones, making him unable to stand up firmly.

"Kneel," said Ye Futian coldly.