If Shadow is here, who is that in Continent O?!
The Second Elder was equally shocked, "You..."
"It seems that the Xie Family no longer wishes to be part of the Judicial Hall," Shadow said lightly, glancing at the Left Protector who had just entered. He chuckled, "Left Protector, aren’t you over a hundred years old? Don’t you care about your descendants?"
"Can you still preserve your honor in your old age if you continue like this?"
The Left Protector’s complexion darkened.
Indeed, Shadow’s age was a mystery in the Judicial Hall.
But truly, he was very young.
The Left Protector, venerated and respected, found it very embarrassing to be reprimanded in public by someone of a younger generation.
However, according to the rules set by the Judicial Hall, Shadow was right in every claim.
Within the Judicial Hall, Shadow’s status was equal to that of the Elders Council, and he possessed a veto vote.
Shadow’s cultivation wasn’t as high as his, but his power was greater.
The Left Protector’s face was unable to save, his fists clenched until his bones crackled.
Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped the face of Patriarch Xie.
Patriarch Xie, who hadn’t even reached the level of Ancient Martial Grandmaster, was sent flying with a slap.
He rolled on the ground several times and crashed into a pillar with a "bang."
His face paled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Third Elder stood beside the Second Elder, knowing they were in the wrong, and remained silent.
"All of you, get out!" the Left Protector said with a face ashen. "Unless you have evidence, keep your baseless accusations to yourselves!"
The people from the Xie Family left dejectedly.
The Left Protector took a deep breath, turned around, and said through clenched teeth, "Are you satisfied now?"
"Left Protector, your words are quite interesting," Shadow said with a low chuckle, nonchalantly. "Someone challenges the rules set by the Judicial Hall, and when it comes to assigning punishment, why would I be satisfied?"
The Left Protector, infuriated to the point of mental collapse, had a twisted face.
He snorted coldly and strode away.
As the situation calmed down, Wen Fengmian gave a slight nod to the presiding seats before leaving the Judicial Hall as well.
After the crowd dispersed, silence ensued once more.
Only then did Shadow raise his hand and remove the mask.
It was Foo Xi.
Her gaze was somber as she looked at the blood on the ground, filled with worry.
Her cultivation might be ranked first in the Ancient medical field.
But in the Ancient Martial World, it was merely above average.
If the old ancestors from the Ancient Martial Families were to act, she couldn’t protect her mentor and Fu Yunshen at all.
Now, the time spent refining Ancient Martial Arts had become a crippling weakness.
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