Ibro's loud arrogant voice reverberated throughout the whole place. His words were like poisoned arrows that hit every disciple or rogue cultivator who ran for their lives from the monster tide.
They were standing over a higher level simple platform. They glanced at Ibro with hatred. Ibro didn't care about them at all.
If this snake man wanted to touch one hair from him, then he had to withstand the consequences then.
"May I speak to Dean grandmaster?"
That was one of those who were standing at this stage. Ibro recognized him at first glance.
He was one of the disciples who were eyeing him around Sroki's house.
"Sure my child, say what you wish to say."
That cultivator pointed towards Ibro from that distance while shouting:
"This killer had killed all our disciples who participated in the contest.
I saw it with my own eyes. He even helped the monsters to kill our disciples. I can testify with my honor on that."
