Silence.
Dead silence.
The large prison arena was eerily silent.
All eyes converged on one place, the audience seats in the south.
There, an old man had fallen into a pool of blood, completely silent.
"What happened?"
Many people did not see clearly what happened.
Only some people in the southern audience seats knew what was going on.
"Squeak~~"
A golden figure slowly descended, landing on Wyatt's shoulder.
It was Little Gold!
Now, Little Gold was holding a miniature spirit sword, blood dripping from it; it was dazzling and eye-catching.
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
...
A group of people in the southern audience could not help but gasp.
The one who killed the old man was this small golden rodent?
Before this, they saw 'Young Master Mad' Alfonso Rowan, who was sitting in the audience's seat in front of them, having a conflict with the killed old man.
At that time, the old man showed a 'Peep Naught Realm Ninth Order' cultivation.
