Sentencing

"…Student Feng Shen! Stop right there! What is the meaning of this!?"

Zhao Rui stepped forward, emerging from a shimmering teleportation formation. His expression was confusion as he took in the carnage.

The bodies of the Ancestor and the Phoenix — two figures of immense power — lay lifeless before him.

Feng Shen turned his head slightly, a smug grin tugging at his lips. "Oh, teacher Zhao Rui," he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery:

"What brings you here? I would have thought you had evacuated by now."

"Enough!" Zhao Rui barked. "What is the meaning of this madness? Do you realize what you've done?"

Feng Shen chuckled, tilting his head as though considering the question:

"Let's see… I defeated a senile old man clinging to his glory days and a bird too proud to bow."

Zhao Rui's hands balled into fists: