Watching the old monk leave, Zhang San immediately returned to Yizhou City.
At this moment around the execution ground, many people were waiting.
After all, Zhang San was the Execution Supervisor, and now that Zhang San had gone out to fight with the True Core Realm strong men, obviously, the result of this battle would affect the life and death of more than three thousand people here.
Although many people knew they had committed capital crimes, they still hoped for a miracle.
For example, if the old monk returned covered in blood, letting people go, and then the surrounding soldiers fought with the old monk, they would then have a chance to leave alive.
But unexpectedly, there was the sound of wind from the west.
Someone flew back.
But those kneeling on the ground waiting for death looked up, only to find that the person in mid-air was not the old monk they expected, but Zhang San.
Zhang San glanced at the people below.
