The Eight Trigrams Eyes slowly turned in Huo Yuhao's left eye. Black and white trigrams seemed to come alive, circling and drifting deep within his pupil.
"Heaven Rejects False Aggression."
(The hexagram: Heaven Rejects False Aggression. Heaven's way upholds what is right. Anyone who takes the initiative to harm, scheme against, or attack me defies Heaven's way and invites a deadly omen upon themselves. So long as I hold true to myself and do not provoke a conflict, no calamity will befall me. Every disaster deliberately brought against me will rebound upon its perpetrator.
I checked, and that really is what it says.)
Huo Yuhao was secretly startled.
This hexagram was absurd. Put simply, it practically meant—whoever touched Huo Yuhao died!
Fine. If that's what the hexagram says, let's see what tricks these people have in store.
A smile tugged at Huo Yuhao's lips.
This was no ordinary hexagram. It was a hexagram of fortune—Heaven's way itself, the fortune of the Douluo Plane's Plane Will made manifest!
The Interrogation Room.
The entire room's walls were cast from thick Dark Iron Alloy, shutting out Soul Power fluctuations. There were no windows. Only a few soul-tool lamps overhead cast a harsh, deathly white light. The air carried the cold bite of metal and a faint scent of rust.
Special Soul Power-suppressing shackles encircled Huo Yuhao's wrists. Their interiors were engraved with Sealing Arrays that suppressed the flow of Soul Power, firmly locking down the Soul Power channels in his body.
He had been pressed into a cold iron chair, but his expression was calm, without the slightest trace of panic.
Clang! Someone shoved the iron door open.
The man in front strode in wearing half-coverage dark silver armor. The shoulder plates bore the sun emblem of a collateral branch of the