“Speak, and you die.” Qin Ye’s eyes returned to its normal state, and he waved his hands, “Release him.”

He knew full well that no matter what image he had in the mortal realm, he could only afford to proliferate one image here.

And that was an image of intense coldness.

Strictly impartial and incorruptible.

This was Hell.

It was the end of all sin, and the beginning of new life.

This was the land where the cycle of life comes full circle. It was also the court of judgment.

As the ruler of one of the three realms of the world, Qin Ye knew that he couldn’t afford to give others an impression of capriciousness. He was the god of this realm, and gods didn’t need emotions.

Su Dongxue reluctantly released the college student from the trappings of her lips. She licked her lips seductively, almost as though her mind were still lingering in that moment of passion. The college student gasped and panted as he propped himself up from the ground with his arms.

It wasn’t clear whether this was from fear, or anxiety, or simply because he was lost in reverie.

It was only when a pair of feet stopped in front of him that he suddenly straightened up as though a bolt of electricity had just coursed through his body.

“S-s-s-s-s-s-sir…” His voice quaked uncontrollably, while his legs grew weak and numb, “I-I-I-I-I…”

“It’s fine. Don’t be afraid. I’d arrived a...