Is Your Fist Really Bigger Than Shen's?

Such relentless aggression, such utter disregard for reason—was this the so-called justice?

Shi Ren had already ordered the slaughter of all living beings in Vast Marsh. Were they supposed to stretch out their necks and await death, then hope that some immortal would come after countless years to clear the grievances of these innocents who had died unjustly?!

Purple Sun could not understand it. His whole body trembled faintly.

"Dead."

Azure Luan lowered his gaze slightly and rolled the word over his tongue several times.

A moment later, the corners of his lips lifted. "So there is no proof from the dead, and this general can only listen to your side of the story?"

"And."

Azure Luan raised his head again, cold light glinting in his eyes as his voice turned indifferent. "If immortal officials commit crimes, the Heavenly Laws will deal with them. Who gave you the right to lay hands on immortal officials in private?"

"Then does that mean we all deserved to die?" Zi Xian's red lips trembled as she blankly raised her head.

At that moment, a dragon's head rose behind the siblings.

The Eastern Dragon King had once been one of those who trusted the Immortal Court most deeply. Yet now, his eyes were dim as he silently watched Azure Luan Immortal General, his voice hoarse. "We would not dare violate the Heavenly Laws. This petition was prepared when we intended to accuse Shi Ren, and after untold hardship, we sent it up to heaven."

"But."

The Eastern Dragon King closed his eyes. "This petition, which should have reached you, was intercepted by my daughter and sent directly back into Shi Ren's hands. That was what led to the later purge of Vast Marsh."

"My daughter was called... Zi Ling."

At the mention of that