Good Outweighs Evil, Yet His Crimes Are Not Small!

"Mighty~~~"

Li Kun was led into the hall and was immediately startled by the Ghost-Faced Bailiffs standing along either side.

These ghost-faced bailiffs were even taller and more imposing than the two beside him. When they opened their mouths, their voices rang like great bells, producing a succession of echoes within the enormous palace hall.

These sounds merged with the vast power within the hall, faintly forming an insurmountable, unbreakable formation. The invisible pressure it gave rise to did not feel particularly obvious to Li Kun, but Qiu Yan's consciousness, attached to his soul, could clearly sense its terror and might.

"The pressure of this formation is profoundly mysterious, almost heaven-made, fused with this hall like water and milk. Even a god's true body could not break through it!"

Li Kun knew none of this. Trembling with fear, he surveyed the great hall, and his gaze gradually fell upon its depths.

At the far end of the hall stood a high platform. A desk had been placed atop it, behind which sat a man with indistinct features, black mist swirling around his body. One could vaguely make out an official's robes upon him. Behind him was utter darkness, dense fog billowing, while a plaque floated in the air, bearing four large characters—

"Countless Atrocities!"

The four characters danced like dragons and flew like phoenixes. Every stroke trembled and jerked, like the limbs of a savage beast caught fast in hunting traps—struggling desperately, yet unable to break free. Then a crisp sound rang out. The man shrouded in black mist slammed the judge's block in his hand onto the desk. At the point where block met table, visible waves of air swept outward, spreading rapidly through the hall, mixed with the wails and howls of countless ghosts!

The sound was like