Iron Sun Sect, Discipline Hall.
"Father!"
"Father, save me!"
Sean Cen shouted again and again, panic flooding the depths of his heart like a raging tsunami, shattering all his composure and overturning every last bit of resistance and unwillingness.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The red-robed elder’s right palm surged with Solidified Core Internal Power unique to the Martial Lord Realm, radiating a true, chilling frost and terrifying cold. In an instant, it shook Sean Cen’s entire body, beginning the abolition of his martial power.
It must be understood.
Upper Martial Artists have blood as heavy as lead or mercury, with condensed Internal Power permeating their bodies. The process of abolishing their martial strength is extremely complex—only a Martial Lord is qualified to carry it out.
Moreover, the abolition process is far from brief.
Here and now.
All around, the elders and disciples watched Sean Cen’s tears and snot with cold eyes. No one felt sympathy or pity—only angry condemnation.
The entire sect has suffered such a humiliating disgrace!
If Sean Cen were not the sect master’s third son, the elders would surely have petitioned together to demand his execution.
"Father!"
"Father, save me!"
Sean Cen’s panicked voice, tinged with pain, still could not grasp what he had truly done wrong. Was a little compassion really so unforgivable?
But alas.
His doubts received no answer, nor any response at all.
"Hmph!"
"Stubborn and unrepentant—your crime is even greater!" The red-robed elder’s eyes flashed coldly. He no longer bothered with gentle methods, unleashing a direct, overwhelming shock.
As the master of the Discipline Hall, the red-robed elder hated evil as if it were his mortal enemy.
Even if it was a disciple who had spent years outside the sect, bullying ordinary people, he would still discipline them sternly. But to commit a crime like this—to stain the sect’s reputation, to destroy the Iron Sun Sect’s centuries-old honor—was unforgivable.
"You should understand."
"If you were not the sect master’s son, I would have killed you with a single palm."
The red-robed elder’s face showed no emotion, and his gaze even carried a hint of killing intent. He had devoted his entire life to the sect, sacrificing more than most could imagine.
Now, the sect was shamed, and his anger had long since erupted like a blazing fire.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Solidified Core Internal Power flowed incessantly, freezing like frost and ice.
A thin layer of ice crystals formed over Sean Cen’s body. He could no longer cry out, only kneel stiffly on the punishment platform, wide-eyed as he felt his martial strength fading away bit by bit. His spirit seemed to plunge into a dark, bottomless valley.
...
"Truly satisfying."
"I was worried the sect master might intervene and stop the punishment, making it impossible to carry it out. Fortunately, the sect master understands justice and knows right from wrong." An elder nodded in approval and rose to leave.
...
Sigh.
A young man stood straight as a pine, letting out a long breath.
He was one of the Iron Sun Sect’s disciples, an Upper Martial Artist.
"Even abolishing his martial arts can't erase the sect's disgrace. From now on, if he walks outside, he'll surely suffer endless humiliation." The young man shook his head, unable to hide his anger, and left the punishment platform.
...
Around the punishment platform, elders and disciples departed one after another,
They had gathered here out of concern that the sect master might intervene, since Sean Cen was his third son.