However, just as the elders were waiting for Lin Feng to offer another excuse, he suddenly crushed a ball of black mist and bolted.
"Damn it! It really is that scourge! Seize him!" Dongfang Shi bellowed.
The next moment, a group of elders surged out in unison. Lin Feng was merely at the first layer of the Martial Saint realm; how could he possibly outrun a group of elders who were all above the third layer? In just a few minutes, he was captured and thrown into the dungeon.
As he was being led away, Lin Feng's eyes looked as if they were about to bleed. He was filled with such hatred! Such a perfect plan. But how could this damned Zhao Dong be so lucky!?
With the misunderstanding cleared, the crowd turned to Zhao Dong, their eyes filled with guilt.
Dongfang Shi said with shame, "Young friend Zhao, please forgive my transgression. I was blind and failed to distinguish a true monster from an innocent man. I deserve death for wrongly hurting you!"
