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The dull sound of hammers echoed in the courtroom again, and all the lights quickly dimmed.

A sense of oppression enveloped the bodies of all the reporters, locking them firmly in their seats, unable to move at all... Also unable to move was Huang He, who was locked in the dock.

The trial began and order was the priority. When Han Meng knocked with the wooden hammer in his hand, the rules of the entire field were set by him.

"Damn..."

Huang He struggled hard against the chains on his body, constantly trying to "steal" them, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't steal even a little bit...

Now that the "thief" has been brought to the court for trial, how could he easily steal his shackles here?

"Judge" is the natural nemesis of "thieves".

Mysterious patterns spread from the chains and clung to the struggling Huang He. The power of judgment corroded his body but did not cause any harm to him. Instead, it seemed as if it was searching for something.

At this moment, Han Meng, who was standing at the highest point of the court, had a hint of dark red in his eyes...

He lowered his head and looked down at Huang He, as if he could see through his essence.

He opened his lips slightly:

"In the court, in the Xuanyu Realm, the eldest son of Huang Datian and Li Xue, the fire usurper and thief saint Huang He..."

As soon as Han Meng opened his mouth, he called out Huang He's ancestral home and the names of his parents, which made Huang He stunned on the spot. He looked at Han Meng in disbelief, as if he didn't understand how he did it...

You know, he ran away from home when he was five years old and had no contact with them since then. Now he can hardly remember his parents' names, but Han Meng knew everything just by looking at him.

Han Meng's dark red eyes looked down at Huang He and spoke again:

"He started stealing people's property at the age of seven. At the age of ten, he stole all the savings of a poor family, causing a family of four to starve to death in the cold winter. At the age of twelve, he dug up the ancestral graves of more than 30 households. At the age of fifteen, he robbed and raped and killed young girls..."

"Since I was seven years old, I have stolen more than 260 corpses, robbed 3,612 households, and maliciously murdered 843 people..."

Han Meng's voice was emotionless, like an absolutely rational law enforcement officer. As he listed one charge after another, the temperature of the entire courtroom dropped sharply...

Beads of sweat slid down Huang He's cheeks, and his face was extremely pale. It was the first time he encountered such a high-level [Judgment] path. In front of Han Meng, all the sins he had committed in the past were as clear as if written on his face.

Huang He could feel that while Han Meng was judging, an indescribable aura of terror was gradually locking onto him...

That aura did not come from a specific person, but represented the judgment of "justice" itself.

[Judgment] is known as the most powerful single-target killing path of mankind. The killing power does not come from the owner himself, but from the "just" judgment that the owner can mobilize... The more sinful the defendant in the court, the stronger the power of the judgment will be.

This is somewhat similar to [Ashura] who becomes stronger by killing people, but compared to the long-term burst of [Ashura], [Judgment] will only be activated once, and its instantaneous nature allows it to increase its lethality to the extreme!

The sins committed by Huang He have brought about a power of judgment that far exceeds what Huang He himself can endure.

Not to mention that the person standing in the dock now is Huang He, who is at the seventh level. Even if he is at the eighth level, there is almost no possibility for him to survive this [Trial]...

"The verdict is guilty."

After Han Meng read out all of Huang He's crimes, he held the hammer in his left hand and raised the gun in his right hand. He stood at the highest point in the courtroom and pointed the gun at the defendant Huang He, like a god holding the truth.

"No..." The fear of death climbed into Huang He's eyes, and he struggled and shouted,

"I don't want to die... I've finally come this far, I can't die here... If you let me go, I can help Chen Ling to remove the stealing magic... I will definitely let him go, and I promise not to be your enemy!!"

Han Meng frowned slightly, but he showed no intention of putting down the gun. Instead, he continued to lock onto Huang He without being moved.

"Thank you for your kindness." Chen Ling, who was wearing a bright red costume, spoke slowly, "But I don't need you to help me solve the theft spell, and I don't need you to let me go... For a villain like me, I don't need to bother you, my 'partner of justice', to worry about it."

Huang He was stunned, and looked up with a pale face...

The dark muzzle of the gun was like an abyss, staring into his eyes and denying his life;

"The crime should be torn into pieces."

The moment Han Meng uttered these four words coldly, he pulled the trigger.

The trigger of the Judgment was pulled, but there was no sound. Huang He lowered his head suddenly, only to see that his body was being cut rapidly, from fingers to arms, and then to torso...

He watched helplessly as his flesh and blood fell to the ground like mud, and his transformation from a complete person into a patch of blood. Unprecedented fear filled his pupils!

"Do not……"

He subconsciously wanted to take a step forward, but the next moment both of his feet were sliced ​​and melted, and only his head remained fell to the ground. With a slight touch, it shattered into hundreds of pieces like glass.

In just two seconds, a thief was cut into tens of thousands of pieces of meat in front of everyone and died.

Many reporters in the seats felt nauseous and vomited. After the trial was over, the pressure on them disappeared... At this moment, in addition to feeling nauseous, they actually felt a little relieved.

They were all forced to sit here by Huang He. Now that Huang He is dead, they don't have to force themselves to write those reports, and their families and friends don't have to be threatened.

Chen Ling looked at the pool of blood and mud of Huang He, but he felt nothing. He was not surprised at the death of this thief saint.

Chen Ling also has his own tribunal. He can see at a glance that Han Meng's current tribunal has been transformed... The previous tribunal only played a role similar to "execution", and the most obvious feature was the gun in Han Meng's hand, but now, he has an extra "hammer" in his hand that symbolizes order.

"Hammer" is used to create order, and "gun" is used to execute sin. How much effect these two can play in the field depends on how serious the sins of the defendant in court are... Han Meng killed Huang He in seconds this time, not because Han Meng was so strong, but because Huang He's sins were too serious.

In the final analysis, Huang He had brought everything upon himself.

In any case, the biggest threat Huang He was dead, and he had saved his life... Chen Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to turn around and say something to Han Meng, he suddenly froze in place.

After Huang He’s execution, the Inquisition did not disappear;

The reporters who had stood up and were about to leave once again felt a terrifying pressure that pinned them to their seats... They looked towards the center of the courtroom in astonishment, with deep confusion in their eyes.

The highest court,

Han Meng tilted his head slightly, his eyes fixed on Chen Ling, who was wearing a bright red costume... His eyes narrowed slightly.

next moment,

The “defendant’s seat” rose in front of Chen Ling.