If their angry eyes could kill, Celestial Master Zuo would be long dead. Celestial Master Zuo swept his eyes across the people, whose lives he disregarded. Their anger was nothing to him. He signaled the executioners to carry out the sentence.
All the prisoners' clothes had been ripped off. The executioners took out their well-sharpened daggers and were ready to cut. Depressed, Gu Xietian closed his eyes with complete loss of hope.
"Bang!" There was a sudden thundering sound. A powerful force had shattered the roof of the plaza into pieces, forming a hole. Some men entered.
These men moved swiftly. Before the people could react, the men were already surrounding the stage in a circle. In the glimpse of an eye, the daggers in the hands of the executioners disappeared almost instantly. The men moved so quickly; people could barely get hold of their silhouettes.
