His trembling voice was filled with the furious hatred of evil.
From the moment Justice Fan Lang was born, he had possessed an innate sense of justice, one far stronger than that of ordinary people.
To uphold the justice in his heart, he could sacrifice his life without hesitation.
Under normal circumstances, such people were exceedingly rare, but he was an artificial creation. Anything was possible.
As Justice Fan Lang spoke, he dispelled his invisibility. The outer curtain of light gradually faded away, and he strode toward today's target, radiating an aura as though he intended to personally judge evil.
Though he was called Justice Fan Lang, his appearance differed greatly from Fan Lang himself. He had the face of an upright, righteous man, with thick brows, large eyes, dignified features, and sharply defined facial contours. He wore fitted white clothes, a white cape billowing behind him, and even his weapon was a white sword.
Only pure white was worthy of pure justice.
The sudden arrival of an uninvited guest caused a small commotion. Everyone present turned to look at Justice Fan Lang, sizing him up from head to toe. Some quick-witted people had already assumed guarded stances.
Yu Meiren remained composed. Her beautiful eyes shimmered with rippling autumn waves as she gave Justice Fan Lang a seductive smile. "This handsome young master, who were you saying deserved to die?"
She was naturally enchanting, and she even used a special soul-bewitching charm as she spoke. Her voice was enough to make one's bones go soft.
Justice Fan Lang remained unmoved. "Of course you deserve to die. You know perfectly well what you have done. It is only a pity that I was born too late. If I had come into this world earlier, I would have killed you long ago!"