I Declare This Person Guilty of Death. Who Agrees? Who Opposes? Who Dares Oppose!?

Before the Angel statue.

Qian Daoliu's expression changed slightly.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But when the words reached his lips, he could not force them out.

He wanted to plead for Snake Spear Douluo.

But he knew he had no right to do so.

Moreover...

Snake Spear Douluo had indeed been at fault first.

Not only had he offended the Patriarch, he had nearly harmed Xue'er.

Judging by his crimes, he truly deserved death.

Qian Daoliu fell silent.

He stood where he was, his expression complicated, saying nothing.

Just as everyone was horrified and Qian Daoliu remained silent.

Qin Zheng's voice rang out once more.

"And now, someone actually wishes for me to spare this man?"

"I am rather curious."

"Today, in the name of Spirit Hall's Patriarch, I hereby declare."

"This man attacked a descendant of the Qian family's inheritance, committing insubordination. His cultivation shall be crippled to uphold the rules. Attacking the Patriarch shall be treated as treason!"

He paused, and a glacial gleam flashed through his pitch-black eyes.

"Who agrees? Who objects?"

Boom—!!!

The instant his final words fell!

Buzz—!

An incomparably terrifying pressure suddenly erupted from Qin Zheng's body!

Pitch-black soul power swept wildly in every direction like an erupting volcano. Wherever it passed, ripples spread through space itself!

The entire Spirit Hall plaza trembled faintly beneath that terrifying pressure!

The bluestone ground cracked inch by inch!

The entire place fell deathly silent!

A pin drop could be heard!

No one dared to speak.

No one dared to make a sound.

They did not even dare to breathe!

Object?

Who would dare object?!

Had they not seen that even the Grand Priest dared not speak?!

Had they not seen that the six priests had been sent flying by a single move?!

Object?

Wouldn't that be courting death?!

Everyone in the plaza lowered their heads, staring fixedly at the ground.

They did not even have the courage to raise their heads and look Qin Zheng in the eye.

Utter terror washed over them like a tide, completely drowning them.

Before the Angel statue.

Qian Daoliu stood in place, his expression grave.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But when the words reached his lips, he could not force them out.

Object?

He did not dare.

Agree?

He was somewhat reluctant to do it.

After all, Snake Spear Douluo was an elder of Spirit Hall, a titled Douluo.

To kill him just like that...

It really was a pity.

But...

The ancestor had already spoken.

What could he do?

There was nothing he could do!

Qian Daoliu fell silent.

He stood where he was, his expression complicated, saying nothing.

The several worshippers beside him wore the same expressions.

They wanted to plead for Snake Spear Douluo.

But they did not dare.

Before absolute strength, any plea was futile.

And amid that deathly silence.

Qin Zheng moved.

He slowly raised his right foot.

"Buzz—!"

Nine dazzling soul rings suddenly rose beneath his feet!

Purple! Purple! Black! Black! Red! Red! Red! Red! Red!

Two purple, two black, five red!

The nine soul rings arranged themselves in sequence, slowly revolving beneath his feet as they radiated a terrifying pressure that made hearts tremble!

The next moment.

Qin Zheng's sixth soul ring suddenly unleashed its power!

"Sixth Soul Skill, Power of Heaven, Underworld Realm Divine Power!"

Boom—!!

The instant his words fell!

An earthen-yellow radiance suddenly erupted from his right foot!

Terrifying power surged wildly, like mountains collapsing and the earth splitting apart!

"Die."

A single indifferent word left Qin Zheng's thin lips.

Without the slightest emotion.

As though he were merely stepping on an ant.

The next second!

His right foot came crashing down!

"Bang—!!!"

An incomparably dull impact suddenly resounded throughout all of Spirit City!

Crack—!

An exceedingly crisp sound of shattering followed immediately after!

Snake Spear Douluo's head instantly exploded!

Red and white matter splattered everywhere!

"Urgh..."

Snake Spear Douluo did not even have time to let out a scream before he completely lost all signs of life.

His body convulsed violently a few times before becoming utterly still.

He was dead beyond doubt.

Yet Qin Zheng's foot did not lose any force!

"Boom—!!!"

It slammed heavily into the ground!

In an instant!

The ground cracked wildly outward from Qin Zheng as its center!

Like a spiderweb, densely packed fractures spread in every direction!

Terrifying soul power ravaged the surroundings!

Blood mist filled the air as dust rose everywhere!

The entire Spirit Hall plaza shook violently beneath that single stomp!

It seemed as though it would collapse completely the very next second!

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Countless Spirit Hall disciples in the plaza were thrown off balance by that terrifying force and sent sprawling to the ground!

Their faces were deathly pale, their bodies trembling so badly that they could not even stand steadily!

Too terrifying!

That stomp... was far too terrifying!

A single stomp possessed such power!

If he attacked with his full strength... wouldn't he destroy the entirety of Spirit City?!

Just as everyone was utterly horrified—

"Buzz—!"

A faint gray barrier suddenly emerged around Qin Zheng's body!

The blood-filled liquid and flying rubble were all blocked the instant they touched the gray barrier!

Not a single drop or fragment could splash outward!

Qin Zheng's dark black dragon robe remained clean and immaculate, without a trace of blood on it.

There was not even... the slightest wrinkle.

He simply stood there quietly, tall and upright, carrying an extraordinary air.

As though he had not been the one who had just crushed someone's head beneath his foot.

The dust gradually dispersed.

Revealing the sight in the arena.

Snake Spear Douluo's corpse lay limp on the ground. His head had completely vanished, leaving only a headless body.

Blood stained the surrounding bluestone floor red.

A horrifying sight.

And Qin Zheng stood beside the corpse.

His dark black dragon robe fluttered in the wind, his ink-black hair flying wildly.

"Punishment for both crimes."

"Today, I will execute him."

Qin Zheng's voice rang out once more.

"Who objects?"

He paused, and his tone suddenly darkened.

"Who dares object!"

Boom—!!!

The instant his final words fell—

"Buzz—!"

An utterly terrifying pressure suddenly erupted from Qin Zheng's body!

More terrifying than before.

More domineering!

More suffocating!

Black soul power swept outward in all directions like a tide.

Wherever it passed, space itself let out explosive groans under the strain.

The entire Spirit Hall plaza shook violently beneath that terrifying pressure.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Every Spirit Hall disciple, deacon, and guard in the plaza was forced to their knees by that terrifying pressure.

Heads bowed low!

They did not even have the courage to raise their heads and look directly ahead!

Utter terror washed over them like a tide, completely drowning them!

It was not just the ordinary soul masters.

Even several consecrators from the Consecration Hall could not withstand this terrifying pressure. One after another, they dropped to their knees, faces pale and bodies trembling.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The sounds of people kneeling rang out without end.

Across the entire plaza, aside from Qin Zheng, nearly everyone had fallen to their knees!

But there was still one person who had not knelt!