C102 (1/2)
On the east side of the city, there was a sea of people. However, there was an additional black-masked person on the Five Elements Altar. He was the Western Lion King.
The so-called Five Elements Sacrificial Altar was a place where the sinners were placed in the center of a formation. The five corners of the altar were filled with high-level jade elementalists who specialized in metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.
Normally, when there was someone on the altar, it would be bustling with activity, but today it was especially solemn and solemn.
”Alright, it's about time, get ready.” On the altar, a skinny and tired deputy ordered the executioners in the distance.
In just a moment, the sky changed. Five different powers spread out from the vortex in the sky to the five feet, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. The five altars were lit up by the holy light in succession, and the violent energy that was released intimidated everyone present.
”General Murong, your life can be said to have been filled with countless achievements. I never expected you to end up like this. I'm so ashamed. Fine …”
Just as the aide-de-camp gave the order to execute, a flying sword flew past the altar and deeply embedded itself into the wooden board behind him. He was stunned at first, but then furiously shouted, ”Who dares to make such a disobedient move at the altar?”
”Shouldn't you take a look at what sword it is first?” Following the direction of the voice, a middle-aged man walked through the air and floated over. He was none other than the omnipresent guardian of the Ling family, Uncle Hu.
”You are … this is …” Seeing the figure floating over, he turned his head back to look at the flying sword, and his legs couldn't help but tremble.
”Seeing your sword as if it were His Majesty's presence, your vice-captain should just kneel down obediently,” Uncle Hu said arrogantly, not giving this fellow the slightest bit of face in front of everyone.
”This one deserves a thousand deaths. I don't know why Your Majesty is here,” the vice-official hastened to kneel and ask Uncle Hu in a trembling voice.
Take Murong Yi in temporarily and send him to the Punishment Hall for questioning. This time, the death of Consort Xia had a secret matter that needed the Eastern Ping King to decide personally, ”Uncle Hu's right hand lightly pulled, snatching the Dragon Subordinate's treasured sword back. He then warned,” I advise you to do as he says, don't play any tricks on me, otherwise, my lions won't have eyes. ” Before his voice had even faded, a golden lion simulacrum completely enveloped his right arm. If one listened carefully, one would find that there was a low and deep lion roar mixed within.
The aide-de-camp didn't dare to slack off. He hastily followed Uncle Hu's instructions, but the solemn atmosphere below the stage was completely swept away. Replacing it was waves of cheers. It could be seen how high General Murong's position was in the hearts of the people.
The aide-de-camp was displeased when he caught sight of the crowd cursing along the way. He was wondering what kind of evil had caused him to have such a despicable affair. Fortunately, the journey to the Punishment Hall was not long, so he endured it for a while before leaving.