Boom!
Zhao Xiaoxiang reached out and grabbed, and blood-colored Baleful Intent immediately surged forth, condensing into a claw that seized toward Wang Lian.
In that instant, Wang Lian could not help but wonder whether he should dodge or not. In the end, he chose to dodge, because his instincts told him Zhao Xiaoxiang was not joking—she truly intended to beat him to death.
In a flash, a jade slip appeared above his head. Then his form shifted, as though he were about to merge into the void and become invisible.
"I, Wang Lian, possess a heart as red as crimson; the sun and moon can bear witness! How has it come to this?!"
As Wang Lian unleashed his divine ability, he roared furiously. The grievance in his voice was enough to make those who heard it heartbroken and those who saw it weep.
"This..."
Some reacted quickly, while others reacted slowly.
Those who reacted quickly hurriedly joined forces, temporarily holding back the hand formed from blood-colored Baleful Intent and giving Wang Lian a chance to catch his breath.
At the same time, they all spoke up in turn, pleading on Wang Lian's behalf.
After all, by all reason, no matter how wrong Wang Lian was, he had not done anything deserving this.
Meanwhile, Zhao Xiaoxiang had somehow fallen into a situation where a thousand men pointed their fingers at her—a tyrant of the feudal age through and through.
In response, Zhao Xiaoxiang merely sneered. "Wang Lian, you hid yourself very well, and your performance was flawless. It is true that I have no evidence right now."
"But Zhao Cheng once said that only investigating cases requires evidence. Right now, I am suppressing a rebellion. A sword is all I need."
"Kill you, extract your soul and refine your spirit, and