"Brethren of the dao, this humble creature is Zhao Tianjian from Punishment Hall. If I may interrupt for a moment." Zhao Tianjian's face was cold, his voice ringing out clearly.

He had appeared at such a critical juncture, and was a bucket of cold water on the hype. But everyone was indeed curious. What was this guy up to?

Looking at him, and then at Zhao Xuanxian, it seemed like not even Zhao Xuanxian himself knew what his father was up to. He simply waved an irritated hand, saying, "Off with you. Don't come here and cause trouble."

Zhao Tianjian gave an embarrassed smile. He gave way to his son, but did not leave. Instead, he turned to Wu Yu and pulled out a black and white plaque, on which complex spirit designs were inscribed. In a loud voice, he said, "Punishment Hall's punishment decree is written thus! Hear, everyone. Shushan disciple Wu Yu, formerly a disciple of the Green Glass Sword Palace, Futu Hall. The above mentioned, in order to attain riches and glory, killed his master, Zhang Futu, and is found guilty of the intolerable crime of killing one's master. The evidence is solid! The authorities at Punishment Hall confirm the judgment...