The King of Demons watched the discussion below with a mocking smile that grew more obvious by the moment.
Suddenly, he stepped forward and pointed at an old man with a purple beard in the crowd, and accused, "Zi Xie, you feisty old geezer, you sure enjoy running your mouth, don't you? I know you hail from Mount Fangcun, but you have no right to speak. When Mount Fangcun was besieged, your Purple Sun Sect was the closest, surely you received some news. Why didn't I see you going to offer support, huh?"
The old man with the purple beard, now called out by name, flushed red in the face and, despite struggling for a while, couldn't muster a word.
After that, the King of Demons swept his gaze across the crowd, and all the shouting voices gradually quieted down. The previously indignant people unconsciously avoided his gaze, fearing that he would call out their names and publicly execute them.