"First!"
"Effective immediately, Yu Xiaogang's self-proclaimed title of 'Grandmaster' is hereby revoked!"
Bibi Dong's voice was cold and decisive, carrying unquestionable authority as it echoed across the square.
"This title was the very cornerstone of his deception—a facade built upon lies, arrogance, and the blood and tears of countless wronged souls."
"From this day forward, it shall be nailed to the pillar of historical shame alongside his crimes, never again to see the light of honor!"
The moment her words fell—
On the viewing platform, two figures reacted almost simultaneously.
Emperor Xue Ye and Dai Tianfeng exchanged a brief glance, both instantly rising from their seats, as if afraid the other would seize the opportunity first.
Emperor Xue Ye was faster.
His aged body straightened, and his voice thundered with imperial might.
"I shall immediately issue an imperial decree!"
"The shameless face of this deceiver, Yu Xiaogang, shall be proclaimed throughout the Heaven Dou Empire!"
"His crimes will be carved upon stone tablets and erected before the gates of Heaven Dou City, to be cursed by the people for ten thousand generations!"
Before the echoes of his declaration could fade—
Dai Tianfeng let out a cold snort, his expression filled with disdain.
"Petty."
He waved his hand sharply, his voice deliberately louder, drowning out Emperor Xue Ye's proclamation.
"I will not only announce this throughout the Star Luo Empire—"
"I will have this matter incorporated into the elementary textbooks of all children in the Empire!"
"Let Yu Xiaogang's name become synonymous with disgrace, a negative example taught to every child for ten thousand years!"
"You—!"
Emperor Xue Ye's old face flushed red in anger, his breath catching in his chest as he glared furiously.
On the cross, Yu Xiaogang heard every word clearly.
His face, already pale, turned deathly white.
His pupils trembled violently as despair surged like an icy tide, drowning his remaining sanity.
Across the entire continent…
His name would become a curse.
A joke.
A rat everyone wanted to crush underfoot.
He was finished.
Completely.
Utterly.
Bibi Dong paid no attention to the two emperors' open rivalry. Her expression remained indifferent as she calmly announced the second verdict.
"Second!"
"Criminal Yu Xiaogang, narrow-minded and driven by jealousy, publicly insulted and attempted to assassinate this Seat—an act of extreme treason!"
"Sentenced to one hundred lashes in public, as a warning to others!"
"Good!"
"Beat him to death!"
The square erupted instantly!
Thunderous cheers rolled like waves, drowning out all other sounds.
The crowd was ecstatic.
This punishment—finally—felt satisfying.
Bibi Dong raised her hand again.
Silence spread like ripples on water.
She then announced the final verdict, her tone measured and detached.
"Third."
"After the flogging, to demonstrate the magnanimity of Spirit Hall, his life shall be temporarily spared."
"Tomorrow at noon, he will be escorted to the extreme north—"
"To the Black Stone Prison, jointly guarded by Spirit Hall, the two Empires, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
"Sentence: life imprisonment."
The words landed like a bucket of ice water.
What?
Imprisonment?
Not death?!
A beat of stunned silence—
Then outrage exploded.
"Why not kill him?!"
A furious roar burst from the crowd, instantly igniting countless others.
"Exactly! Why keep this scumbag alive?!"
"Life imprisonment?! That's too lenient!"
"Hand him over to us—we'll drown him with spit alone!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!!!"
The square boiled once more, rage surging higher than before. Even the Spirit Hall guards struggled to hold their ground under the crushing pressure of the crowd's fury.
Seeing the situation on the brink of chaos—
Bibi Dong raised her hand once more.
This time, she covered her lips lightly with a silk handkerchief and gave a gentle cough.
"Cough."
The sound was soft.
Yet it carried an invisible force.
The crowd quieted instinctively, their anger simmering just beneath the surface.
Her expression shifted, just slightly, to one of composed difficulty.
"Please calm yourselves."
"This Seat guarantees that the final outcome will surely satisfy everyone."
Then, as if afraid someone might miss it, she repeated each word slowly and clearly.
"The escort will take place tomorrow at noon."
"The destination is the Black Stone Prison in the extreme north."
"The journey is long."
"Across mountains and rivers."
"And along the way…"
She paused meaningfully.
"It is inevitable that one might encounter Spirit Beasts."
"Or mountain bandits."
"Or… brigands."
Her tone was gentle.
Almost helpless.
Yet it was unmistakably deliberate.
Most of the crowd was still drowning in rage, failing to grasp the deeper implication.
But those with sharper minds—
Their eyes lit up instantly.
At the very back of the square, several inconspicuous yet composed figures exchanged silent glances.
Without hesitation, they turned, slipped through the crowd, and disappeared into the distant streets.
Watching them leave, a faint, chilling curve appeared at the corner of Bibi Dong's amethyst eyes.
Yu Yuanzhen.
This is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's last chance.
Either you personally clean house and preserve your final shred of dignity…
Or let the blood stain your legacy forever.
"Execute the punishment."
With her command, a cruel glint flashed through the eyes of the Cardinal.
The spirit power whip in his hand screamed as it tore through the air.
"Crack—!"
"Aaaargh—!!!"
A scream so piercing it hardly sounded human burst from Yu Xiaogang's throat.
The sound of flesh tearing was unmistakable.
Blood blossomed across his back like a grotesque red flower.
"Good hit!"
"Harder!"
"Haven't you eaten?!"
"Hahaha! Where's your arrogance now?!"
The square erupted into thunderous cheers and applause.
Watching Yu Xiaogang writhe in agony, listening to his heart-rending screams, the crowd finally found release for their hatred and resentment.
The whip fell again.
And again.
And again.
The screams grew weaker.
From shrill howls—
To hoarse sobs—
Until only unconscious twitching and broken groans remained.
On the viewing platform, most watched with satisfaction.
Only Lin Feng—
He yawned.
Bored.
Watching the farce unfold from beginning to end, he felt it was finally time to leave.
He stretched lazily, rose from his throne, and turned toward the familiar direction of Feng Ran Pavilion.
The moment he moved—
No one dared remain seated.
"Senior is returning? We shall escort you!" Qian Daoliu was the first to follow.
"Let's go, let's go. Watching this trash get beaten is pointless. Tea is more important." Ning Fengzhi hurriedly stood as well.
Soon, a grand procession once more followed behind Lin Feng, departing the square.
Behind them, revelry continued.
Yu Xiaogang's screams had become the most pleasing music in the world.
However—
Just as Lin Feng and the others reached the familiar entrance of Feng Ran Pavilion—
A sudden change struck without warning.
"Senior!!!"
"Quick—help me!!!"
A scream filled with sheer terror and despair thundered down from the clear, cloudless sky.
It was shrill.
Panicked.
As if the speaker would die in the very next second.
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