A Good Man Never Lived Long

"I-I..."

The man was so intimidated by Xia Ping's killing intent that he was stunned into silence.

"This is too much."

A human grandmaster glared furiously at him. "At a time like this, you still dare to doubt Mr. Huo? I don't even know if you're human! This is too much!"

"So what if Mr. Huo had some unsavory rumors surrounding him? Could they possibly overshadow the brilliance of his character? He's dead now. What better proof could there be?"

He clenched his fists.

"That's right. I can't believe anyone would still question Mr. Huo's character."

"He died at the hands of a Demon King while saving the younger generation of our Human Race. What better proof could there be?"

"Someone says this is all an act? I'll act your sister! If dying for others is just an act, why don't you go die?"

"If this was all an act—and he kept it up his whole life—then it must be real."

"So what if Mr. Huo had some bad rumors surrounding him in the past? What matters is that he stepped forward when it counted. That's what makes a real man, a true king."

"Mr. Huo was far better than those who pretended to be good people in ordinary times, only to reveal their wicked natures when it mattered. If you were in his place, would you die for others? Would you put their lives before your own?"

"Some people are always trying to draw attention to themselves. They act like they have to offer some unusual opinion to prove they're special. In truth, opinions like that are sickening."

"If you don't explain yourself today, we'll take you for a Human Race traitor and execute you on the spot."

The human grandmasters glared at the man, furious at how far