"Chong'er!" A middle-aged man let out a mournful, heart-wrenching wail that reverberated around the exquisitely decorated room.
As soon as this anguished cry echoed around, the electronic display in the room showed the image of a young man getting beheaded.
The young man was kneeling on the ground, his eyes full of fury and desperation.
He was afraid that, once the blade fell, he would take his last breath at this awful place. He was struggling hard, as he had never in his wildest dreams imagined that he would really be beheaded.
Young descendants of ancient martial families like him only killed a few ordinary humans. How was this any different from slaughtering a few animals? How had he been classified as a petty criminal? Why… Why had something like this happened to him?
Even though he and the other criminals had been captured by Luo Yunyang, the coalition of ancient martial families should have spared no effort in trying to rescue them!
