Xue Ye: I Was There Too! Dai Tianfeng: Where's Your Face?!

This rare display of backbone, along with his hoarse, desperate defense, finally caused a subtle shift in the overwhelmingly one-sided public opinion in the square.

The crowd's discussions surged up once more like a tide.

"Hiss... There really does seem to be something fishy about this, doesn't there?"

A Soul Master from out of town rubbed his chin and muttered quietly to his companion.

"Think about it. Yu Xiaogang may be known as a master, but everyone knows his martial soul is flawed and that he was stuck at level twenty-nine for life, right?"

"With his strength, let alone assassinating His Holiness the Pope, he probably couldn't even harm a single hair on Her Holiness's head, could he?"

The moment those words were spoken, they immediately struck a chord with many people nearby.

"Exactly! I thought it was strange too! Rumor has it that His Holiness the Pope has long been a Title Douluo-level powerhouse. Did Yu Xiaogang eat a bear's heart and leopard's gallbladder, going there to die?"

"Could there really... be some misunderstanding here?"

"Could Spirit Hall really be... framing him?"

The eyes of the masses were not always sharp.

But neither were they complete fools.

When something clearly defied the most basic logic and common sense, seeds of doubt would inevitably take root and sprout.

Seeing the mood in the square seemingly beginning to tilt toward Yu Xiaogang—

On the viewing platform, Emperor Xue Ye's brows furrowed slightly.

Had Spirit Hall gone a little too far this time?

Using such an untenable reason to convict him was far too hasty.

Yet—

As the one leading this whole affair, Bibi Dong still wore that calm, unhurried expression, as though everything remained firmly under her control.

She could not even be bothered to explain herself.

Those noble amethyst eyes