A Humble Plea for an Imperial Decree to Execute This Scoundrel

The entire Purple Pole Hall instantly erupted.

Nearly ten thousand cultivators had died miserably, refined into human pills!

Such a frenzied and inhuman case was simply unheard of!

Quite a few upright ministers immediately turned livid, their gazes toward Qi Yuan and Xing Xuan filled with fury.

Then, at that moment, the censor from earlier bowed to Zhao Qiyuan.

"Your Majesty! This subject has objections!"

He then turned and glared furiously at Chu Sheng, shouting sternly.

"This soul-binding technique is inherently mysterious and unpredictable. It can freely manipulate the words and actions of remnant souls. How do we know these two testimonies were not deliberately controlled by you, making them say such things? Testimony like this cannot count as evidence at all!"

"If you want us to believe the testimony is true, then produce evidence!"

Although Chu Sheng hated nothing more than having to prove himself, he also disliked refusing reasonable requests.

He looked up at the censor, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"I do have a way to prove it, but I'm afraid you won't be willing."

The censor froze at his words, then burst into loud laughter, his face full of disdain.

"Oh? What method? Go ahead and say it!"

"So long as it can prove that you did not control the remnant souls and that their testimony is true, this official is willing to do anything!"

But in the next moment, Chu Sheng's words made the smile on his face freeze instantly.

"Simple. Let me kill you, then I'll bind your soul and see whether I can make you say things against your will. Wouldn't that make everything clear?"

The moment those words left his mouth, the entire Purple Pole Hall fell silent for a beat.

No one had expected this monk,