"Therefore, Zhao Yang, as the son of a duke of the Sun Moon Empire, failed above to show loyalty to his sovereign and serve his country, and below committed countless acts that harmed virtue and ruined social order."
"His heart was corrupt. He fell into the evil path, joined his father in raising a rebellion, and after their defeat, turned himself into a corpse. His crimes are utterly heinous."
"Today, at the Demon Subjugation Assembly, Zhao Yang, as the principal culprit, shall be beheaded and burned alive, as a warning to others."
By this point, Zhongli Wu's expression had become as cold and stern as a block of iron. Without blushing or skipping a beat, he pinned all the blood debts owed by the Holy Spirit Cult's followers onto Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang merely gave two hoarse chuckles. However, when the Holy Spirit Cult had driven the iron hook through his jaw, it had pierced his cheek, making his laughter sound particularly unpleasant.
"Stubborn to the end, and deserving of death!"
Zhongli Wu seemed to have finally found something with which to attack Zhao Yang.
Like a fly that had caught the scent of blood seeping from a warrior's wound, he shouted fiercely.
Zhao Yang laboriously shifted his body, immediately setting the chains around him clattering. Seeing Zhao Yang attempt to move, Zhongli Wu instinctively took a step back.
When he had captured Zhao Yang alive, having just emerged from seclusion, he had thought it would be an effortless task. Yet Zhao Yang, equipped with a vast array of Soul Tools and backed by his terrifying physical constitution, had been like a miniature bulldozer.
The man had even endured his Bone Dragon's breath head-on and ripped the Soul Fire from inside the Bonded Bone Dragon's skull. Had Zhongli Wu not