The Court of Judgment.
Zhao Xi stood calmly inside this imposing building.
Above High Heaven, countless booming voices assailed her.
[Rejected!]
[Sin!]
[What right does an unjust person have to call herself judgment!?]
Countless stern gazes scrutinized her.
She was like a prisoner escorted to the execution ground.
The scene also resembled a courtroom, where the jury, lawyers, and judges all continuously subjected Zhao Xi to the pressure of disgust, anger, and hatred.
[Kneel! Kneel!! Kneel!!! Sinners must submit to execution! Sinners must prostrate themselves!]
[Sinners must take their own lives! Sinners must be destroyed!]
The frenzied pressure sought to force Zhao Xi to her knees.
The gigantic figures above High Heaven continuously pounded the air with their fists.
The world shook.
Everything, absolutely everything, bore down on Zhao Xi.
And her?
She alone was here.
Zhao Xi held her Battle Spear, her face betraying neither joy nor anger, sorrow nor delight.
She merely let out a scoff.
"Heh... After all these years, your tricks really haven't changed at all."
Her first form activated, and silver-white thunder wreathed Zhao Xi.
The thunder held back the surrounding pressure.
Within this court that did not belong to her, she sustained a small pure land of her own.
Her second form transformed her hair into golden-blonde twin-tails, and Gleaming-Gold Rune Orbs of various sizes surrounded her.
A beam of golden light shot into the sky, rejecting every denial directed at her!
What judgment? What verdict?!
She refused to acknowledge them!
Then came her third form, [Grand Judgment].
Zhao Xi's figure went from that of a little girl to a mature older sister.
"What a shame he's not here. Otherwise, I'd rather like to let him see me like this again."
Zhao Xi murmured to herself. In her older-sister form, she swung the Judgment