The Court of Judgment.
Zhao Xi darted and twisted through the sky in her Fourth Form.
Every giant here was immensely powerful.
Both sides embodied the power of [Judgment], yet what they displayed was worlds apart.
Zhao Xi's judgment did not need to pass through worldly justice.
She was actually very much like Ye Qiyan.
She was someone who thoroughly disliked being bound by rules.
Only what she considered just was justice.
Zhao Xi would protect the weak and stand up for them.
But if anyone tried to constrain her with worldly justice and kindness.
She would immediately reject that sort of moral blackmail.
Yet this kind of judgment was not recognized by this Court of Judgment.
They wanted to swat Zhao Xi to death like a mosquito.
The entire world constantly suppressed her.
Her power was restricted at every turn, leaving her like an ordinary person climbing a mountain with a rock on her back.
But she still persevered.
Back then, she had lost beneath this very pressure.
She had doubted whether she could truly represent [Judgment].
She had wondered whether judgment had to satisfy worldly justice.
She had kept thinking, if she had truly abided by justice...
There were not so many ifs.
Those doubts and thoughts had remained inescapable nightmares throughout the long years of Zhao Xi's ten-year stay in Solo City.
But now, those nightmares had long since stopped appearing.
As she entered her own next stop, her questions were answered one by one.
She, Zhao Xi.
Would never bow her head.
Zhao Xi swung her spear.
This entire realm turned with it.
Those giants were falling one after another.
The entire Court of Judgment was also shattered by her destruction.
Everything seemed to be heading in a good direction.
But Zhao Xi's expression did not