Volume 1, Chapter 60: Tyrant!

Many of the ministers in the court wore expressions of amusement.

Shortly after, Lin Yu spoke again: "Upon investigation, Huo Wangzhi, the son of the Marquis of Liaoyang, is not suspected of slaughtering the innocent. The slaughter of the innocent was committed by his subordinates, who have already been brought to justice..."

Boom!

Wei Qizheng and the others felt their minds shake violently!

"Therefore, Huo Wangzhi is acquitted and released!" With a wave of Lin Yu's hand, several bailiffs stepped forward to unlock Huo Wangzhi's shackles.

Huo Wangzhi was also surprised, but quickly grew excited, casting a glance at Lin Che.

Still trying to bring me down? Look at your own strength first!

He had known all along that he would be completely fine!

"However, it has also been ascertained that Lin Che, Wei Qizheng, and the others bear no fault, and moreover, through this incident, they have uncovered the true perpetrators who slaughtered the innocent..."

Lin Che, leading a large entourage, rushed aggressively into the Ministry of Justice.

Deng Qiuhe was not present; only a few judicial officials were there.

Seeing Lin Che arrive in person, they all trembled and hurried forward to greet him.

"You, go summon Deng Qiuhe here," Lin Che commanded, pointing at one of the officials, and then pointed at another. "You, take Us to the dungeons."

All her lingering resentment coalesced, leaving behind only an intense, burning hatred. This had been her persistent emotional state all along.

"If I could subjugate a supreme expert like the fiend as a believer, I wonder if my black divine power could reach the point of contending with the power of a main god!" Chu Tian could not help but imagine.

The backer President Zhou found was none other than Su Desheng. Why him? Aside from being distantly related and having business dealings with Su Desheng—knowing that Old Su had a relative who was a military commander with immense influence—he thought, "If the police department dares not touch you, let's see if the military can! Damn it."

Yet his bashfulness was interpreted by Yan Yue as hesitation. The good mood she had so painstakingly recovered plummeted once more. Clutching her chest, she felt an overwhelming wave of anguish.

However, due to the immensely destructive nature of the recent battle, countless specks of dust and shattered debris had rained down upon her, staining her pure, snow-white dress and leaving her appearance thoroughly disheveled and wretched.

Zhou Lin suddenly retrieved a tattered mummified corpse from his storage pouch and hurled it forcefully. The carcass, belonging to some unknown demonic beast, traced an arc through the air and landed on the ground outside the perimeter of the Five Elements Formation.

On the tray rested three magical artifacts: a dark, grim iron shield etched with a ferocious ghost face, a steel ring radiating a faint red glow, and a bone shield.

Huang Lianquan's words were uttered almost from the very bottom of his throat, barely audible, yet they choked him until his face turned completely red.

The ruffian driving the car did not even glance at the two reporters, casting a look of profound affection instead at the buddy sitting in the front passenger seat.

Only by thoroughly slaying them would they attain true freedom. This was the command Regaqi had issued to them from the very beginning, serving as a form of psychological suggestion.

Because the events that transpired previously were actually extremely brief, and if calculated by heavenly time, they were even more fleeting.

A handgun, specialized bullets, and a mask—these three items were the transcendent treasures forged by Qi Ping, serving as his safeguard for the impending operation.

Chu He uttered his grand declarations, expecting to resonate with the Snow God, but instead, the Snow God's mockery only grew more intense.

Regardless of whether Chu He panicked or not, Ling'er grew thoroughly flustered upon seeing such a massive formation and so many spiritual light cannons.

The steamed bun-like face looked soft and tender, and felt exceptionally pleasant to the touch, but her cheeks were noticeably tense, as if she were holding back something.

In the Western Pond Kingdom, any demon resembling a bull was invariably tied to the royalty in one way or another.

Kunyi frowned, just as she was about to retort that there was no such thing, when she saw the man wave his sleeve and conjure two hourglasses. One hourglass bore his name, while the other bore the name of Lord Dragonfish. The sand in Lord Dragonfish's hourglass had already fallen significantly, whereas his own had only just begun to trickle.

This was likewise the foundation of Jiang Zhiying's confidence. As long as the new system and new world she represented could bring a better developmental prospect to human society, the immortals would most likely not interfere, and might even offer their support.

He possessed an obscure habit: whenever he slept, he always had to embrace something in his arms in order to fall soundly asleep.

A faction spearheaded by Tan Jing and Ouyang Zhengping raised objections, arguing that tobacco was a substance that must not be popularized. Ouyang Zhengping even elaborated on the harms of tobacco from a medical perspective.

After emerging, Su Wan looked up toward the sky, a distinct shadow of worry lingering between her brows. She leisurely strolled over to the orchard and gracefully leaped onto a tree branch, seating herself upon it.

His spiritual perception radiated outward, yet it only managed to capture a fleeting flash of red—clearly the handiwork of a mutant adept in spatial teleportation.