"Come on, tell me—how did you know there was a Convict God inside this God-Burying Coffin? Weren't you afraid you might be wrong?" The old marshal looked at me without the slightest ripple in his eyes, as though my words just now hadn't stirred even the tiniest wave in him.
"I don't merely know that there's a Convict God inside this God-Burying Coffin. I also know the Convict God's name is Zhu Daohe! The old marshal overstepped his authority to bring back this God-Burying Coffin holding a major criminal. The three independent units from the Hall of Penal Law escorting it back to report should not have simply let you take it, right?" I watched the old marshal warily. The instant the slightest trace of killing intent appeared in his eyes, I would strike back!
"Heh heh... Hahahaha..." The old marshal suddenly burst out laughing, then said, "Of course they weren't willing. So I killed them all, even destroying their spiritual bodies! Xia Yitian, do you think it would be better for me to enter the God-Burying Coffin myself, or kill you to silence you?"
I frowned. This old marshal truly had a pair of venomous eyes. Based on just a few words and a few clues, he had guessed my identity with crystal clarity. I raised a hand and wiped away the adornments on my face, revealing my true appearance. Then I said, "Marshal, I think there ought to be a third option. It shouldn't be limited to those two."
"Oh? Then I'll hear it." Perhaps because he saw how outrageously bold I was, a sly look appeared on the old marshal's face.
"Bypassing the Hall of Penal Law, rescuing Zhu Daohe, and destroying three immortals from the Hall of Penal Law at the same time—you took such a