Trial

"He moved! He moved!"

"He's not dead!"

No one knew who suddenly cried out.

Then they saw Lu Feng abruptly open his eyes, even raising an arm and giving it a slight shake.

Resisting that crushing pressure, he struggled to bow in the direction Hu Wenbin had departed.

This sight instantly made everyone's scalps tingle.

"What is going on with him?"

Yue Long felt the most unsettled. "Why does it look like he's thanking that black figure?"

"What happened between them? Wasn't that figure supposed to be taking revenge and killing him?"

Sima Yiyi stood frozen in place, crying out resentfully, "Brother Wenbin, what are you doing? Kill him! Hurry and kill him! Why aren't you killing him?!"

"Enough!" Hu Wenbin glared furiously at Sima Yiyi. His terrifying aura made even the Black Pillar beneath his feet tremble, sending countless splashes flying.

"Back then, you loved twisting right and wrong, fabricating lies and reversing black and white, ruining Yao Yao and me!"

"Now that you're dead and only this remnant soul remains, you still refuse to stop?"

"Did you really think I would still foolishly fall for your tricks as I did back then?"

Sima Yiyi trembled from head to toe and stammered, "But he... he killed Yao Yao!"

"Shut up!" Hu Wenbin rebuked coldly. "I know perfectly well how Yao Yao died!"

As he spoke, his aura visibly turned colder.

He enunciated every word. "Before I was bestowed my title, I remember telling you that if there was a next time, I would no longer spare you for Yao Yao's sake. I would grind your bones to ash!"

Sima Yiyi's rigid body jolted as she staggered back half a step in fright.

Feeling the terrifying killing intent radiating from Hu Wenbin, she hurriedly pleaded, "No, Brother Wenbin, you can't