One Lost Soul was still tearfully recounting his grievances.
As he spoke, he suddenly sensed that something was wrong.
He looked up and met Daoist Zhunti's eyes.
Those eyes were as still as a pool of dead water, without the slightest ripple.
There was no sympathy, no pity, no anger—nor any emotion at all.
It was as though everything they had just said was nothing more than insignificant noise brushing past his ears like the wind!
The Lost Soul's voice abruptly cut off, his eyes filling with fear!!
The other Lost Souls gradually sensed that something was amiss as well and looked up one after another.
The crying and wailing in the great hall grew softer and softer until it finally fell completely silent.
The Lost Souls knelt on the floor, barely daring to breathe.
Daoist Zhunti still said nothing. He merely looked at them calmly.
That invisible pressure filled every Lost Soul with terror.
It was not fear of death. They were already dead.
It was a deeper fear, one that came from the depths of their souls, from their very instincts!!
Li Jiancheng knelt at the very front, and his body began to tremble.
He did not know what he had done wrong, but he knew that the Saint before him could reduce him to ashes at any moment.
The kind of annihilation that would not even leave him a chance at Reincarnation.
Li Yuanji no longer dared to speak either. He lowered his head and shivered.
The generals and retainers did not even dare breathe too loudly.
They regretted it!
They regretted saying too much just now, regretted that they should not have poured out their grievances before a Saint.
Lord Yama stood off to the side, watching his nose and contemplating his heart, pretending he saw