Condemned Prisoners

Ye Yuan smiled faintly, his eyes filled with the resolve to clear away every obstacle for Spirit Hall:

"I will use this battle of hearts to make the entire continent understand one truth: only by submitting to the Spirit Hall Empire can one survive. Then you, I, and Sister Dong'er can create a truly eternal golden age."

Hearing Ye Yuan's far-sighted words, all of which were for the Spirit Hall Empire and for them,

the last trace of jealousy and anger in Qian Renxue's heart instantly vanished, replaced by emotion and pride.

The vengeance for the destruction of the Spirit Hall Empire in her previous life—this man was repaying it for her tenfold, a hundredfold, in the most perfect way possible!

"Xiao Yuan, whatever you want to do, Grandpa, I, and the entire Worship Hall will support you without reservation!"

A holy, radiant smile blossomed across Qian Renxue's face as she tightly embraced Ye Yuan.

Xiao Wu, kneeling on the ground, shut her eyes in pain.

She knew that from tomorrow onward, the last shred of Tang San and Shrek's reputation on this continent would be trampled into the mud.

Zhu Zhuqing took a deep breath, her determination to follow the strong growing even firmer.

Working beside such a far-sighted Holy Son held far more promise than following that useless Dai Mubai.

"Dismissed."

Ye Yuan waved his hand, turned around, and looked toward the crimson blood moon outside the window.

"Tomorrow, I will make the bells of Spirit City ring across the entire continent."

The next day at noon, Spirit City, Pope's Palace Plaza.

Today, the atmosphere in Spirit City was so oppressive it seemed as though water could be squeezed from it.

Overnight, a black-stone execution platform more than a hundred meters high had been erected in the center