"Yang Tian, you're completely lawless!"
The Judgement Institute's Director floated above the hall, staring coldly at Yang Tian.
His eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"That beast cursed me, of course I had to kill him. If you're unhappy, you can judge me!" Yang Tian raised the Soul-Seeking Scythe, coldly pointing at the Director, saying, "I just don't know if you have the qualifications!"
"Shut up!"
A powerful Spiritual Breath surged skyward.
Yang Tian raised the Celestial Demon's Right Hand to block it.
Bang!
A deafening roar echoed.
Yang Tian staggered three steps back before steadying himself. He looked up and saw the Wise Hall Master.
"Yang Tian, you killed my disciple, I want you to suffer worse than death!"
Wise Hall Master spoke filled with killing intent.
"Old ghost, you've come!"
Yang Tian spoke with interest.
"Yang Tian, what about my soul? What did you do with it? Return it to me immediately!"
Wise Hall Master spoke anxiously.
