"Someone, bring this Lu Hua to the Martial Dao Tribunal to await execution!"
In his anger, the War God immediately ordered that Lu Hua be captured and sent directly to the Martial Dao Tribunal to await the Martial Dao's verdict.
Lu Hua was in despair as he heard the words.
"No~"
"No."
"I don't want to go into the Martial Dao Tribunal."
"Father, save me, save me~"
Lu Hua roared at the top of his voice, tears raining down.
In his eyes, there was a strong sense of fear and horror.
However, no matter how much he cried, what was the use?
He was eventually forcibly taken away by the officers of the Martial God Hall.
"God of War, I beg you, let my son go~"
"We are all victims, the relatives of Patriarch Qing Yun."
"You Martial God Hall, when protecting us~"
"Why, why do you want to arrest my son."
"He is the only child of our Lu family~"
Lu Ziming knelt down and submitted to the ground, rushing to the War God and begging uncontrollably.
Before this, Lu Zi Ming had thought that as long as they escaped to the Martial God Hall, then everything would be safe.
However, he had never dreamed that it would end up like this?
"And you still have the face to ask me what I became?"
"For what reason you know yourself!"
"How dare you covet and plot against the kin of a Sealed Patriarch?"
"It is also your fault that the Lu family has come to this end, there is no one else to blame!"
The God of War snorted coldly, and then he waved his sleeves away, paying no attention to the people of the Lu family.
After that, the night went on without a word.
But the next day, at the top of Yan Mountain, the four pillar nations, including the Sword Saint and the Fist Emperor, once again gathered together to discuss the disposal of Lu Hua and Ye Fan.
Of course, in the eyes of the Martial God Palace, it did not matter what happened to Lu Hua.
What was most difficult for the Martial God Hall at the moment was the disposal of Ye Fan.
"Sword Saint, this Ye Fan must not be forgiven lightly!"
"Even if everything he did was for a reason, none of it is a reason for him to pit and kill those hundreds of martial powerhouses."
"Now, the families of those deceased have approached the Martial God Hall."
"Demanding that our Martial God Hall severely punish Ye Fan so that they can give justice to their dead loved ones."
"In this matter, our Martial God Hall must always show something."
"Otherwise, wouldn't it still chill the hearts of Yanxia martial artists?"
In the middle of the hall, the Fist Emperor spoke in a stern voice, a strong chilling intent surging within his words.
Despite the fact that a night had passed, the redness on the Fist Emperor's face had not completely dissipated, instead, there was still some hot and painful sensation.
The slap that Ye Fan had applied to the Fist King's face last night was definitely not a light blow.
It had been hot and sore all night.
And this had undoubtedly increased the Fist Emperor's hatred towards Ye Fan.
If not for the War God and the others stopping him, he would have run to Jiangdong and beheaded that brat by the sword.
In all these years, he, the Fist Emperor, had never suffered such a great humiliation.
However, just as the Fist Emperor finished speaking, Tang Hao at the side explained for Ye Fan, "Fist Emperor, this matter, it can't all be blamed on Ye Fan."
"It was the people of that Lu family that plotted to harm his loved ones first."
"As for those martial powerhouses, they were also surrounded and killed by Ye Fan in return."
"To that extent, Ye Fan can only be considered to have acted in self-defence."
"You can't, in any case, let him stand there and let others chop and kill him, can you?"
"So, I don't think Ye Fan can be blamed for this kind of thing."
"What a load of nonsense!" The Fist King retorted in a stern voice, "Over a hundred lives died horribly, and you're saying it has nothing to do with him?"
"Tang Hao, Tang Hao, has your conscience been eaten by dogs?"
"The naked truth is right here, and you're still here to shield Ye Fan and speak for that brat?"
The Fist Emperor was furious to the extreme, and his low roar was only like thunder exploding, shaking the entire hall.
"Mo Kucheng, watch your tone!"
"If you talk to me like that again, don't blame me for being unkind to you."
Tang Hao was also a little annoyed.
After all, Mo Gucheng's words were so unpleasant that he was close to pointing his nose and scolding people.
If it wasn't for the fact that Mo Gucheng had just been slapped by Ye Fan last night, he looked a bit pitiful. Otherwise, Tang Hao would have flipped out with him straight away.
"What, do you want to fight me too?"
"It seems that it's because I, the Fist King, have not shown my might for too long, so they all fucking think that I'm easy to bully?"
"That junior insulted me last night, and today you, Tang Hao, want to insult me too?"
"Fine, come on then!"
Mo Gucheng had been repressed for too long.
At this moment, his entire being was like a powder keg, which would ignite at the slightest point.
Now that Tang Hao had just said a few words, Mo Gucheng directly exploded and threatened to fight with Tang Hao.
"All right!"
"Isn't it messy enough?"
The Sword Saint shouted lowly, instantly stopping the fracas.
Then, the Sword Saint looked at Ye Qingtian again and asked in a deep voice, "God of War, what do you think should be done about this matter?"
"Then Ye Fan, what exactly should be done about it?"
Ye Qingtian's face was expressionless as he coldly returned, "It is up to you to decide what to do with him."
"However, Sword Saint, I will only say one thing, as you hold the position of Chief Hall Master of the Martial God Hall, you must think about the consequences of anything you do."
"Ye Fan he managed to stay alive even after being surrounded and killed by two great Sealed Sovereigns in the Land of America. It is enough to see how powerful this youngster is."
"Don't forget that Burning Heaven is still above you in terms of strength?"
"Think about it."
"Besides, I will not be involved in any of your actions against Ye Fan."
"It's me who has a guilty conscience towards him."
"If I hadn't invited him to America in the first place, I guess so many things wouldn't have happened."
Ye Qingtian sighed.
At this moment, a trace of guilt and remorse rarely appeared in this powerful man's heart.
From a certain perspective, everything that had happened was because of him.
If she had not asked Ye Fan to come out of the mountain, or if he had protected Ye Fan's family while he was away, it was estimated that Ye Fan would not have caused such a big disaster.
It was this guilt that made the War God retreat from Ye Fan again and again.
Even though Ye Fan had violently killed his way into the Martial God Hall last night, seriously offending and desecrating the might of the Martial God Hall, the God of War still let him go in peace.
After saying this, the War God also turned around and left the place.
There was no need for him to participate in the discussion that followed.
Seeing that Ye Qingtian no longer cared about this, Fist Emperor Mo Qucheng was undoubtedly overjoyed, "Sword Saint, give the order."
"The War God doesn't care anymore."
"As long as there is no more War God to shelter, killing this junior is still a matter of handy?"
The Fist Emperor leapt forward, already unable to resist making his move.
However, just as the Fist Emperor was full of anticipation, waiting for the Sword Saint to give the order.
Who would have thought that the Sword Saint would instead shake his head, "Forget it, give him a chance."
What?
"Sword Saint, how can you too?"
When the Fist King heard this, his eyes widened and for a moment he thought he had heard wrong.
How could he not have imagined that the Sword Saint had compromised with that teenager as well?
"Sword Saint, it must not be left like that!"
"Otherwise, this brat will definitely think that my Martial God Hall is afraid of him, and in the future, he will be even more lawless and reckless in Yanxia territory?"