Every word that was spoken was like a thunderclap that cracked right above Su Daji’s head. She was all too familiar with the air about high-ranking Emissaries of Hell, so much so that she didn’t even need to verify his identity.

This isn’t right!

She screamed in her heart - The new Hell has just been established. How can they have so many high-ranking Emissaries of Hell? And even if they did, why have they ignored us all this while? I’ve done nothing more than to suggest a peace offering on my part in that letter of mine to Hell, so why are they here?

Does Hell really not care about King Yanluo’s Seal any longer?

Are they not afraid that we would fight them to the death?

Wouldn’t that give rise to dreadful casualties on both sides? Why can’t they just live and let live?! Why are they hell bent on capturing me?

Is there something wrong with this script?

Unfortunately, the only words that she found were, “I am guilty as charged.”

Dead silence.

The thousands of cultivators watching this sight were absolutely floored by what they had just seen. Everyone had the exact same expression - lips slightly ajar, with widened eyes and a slight quiver in their pupils.

I can’t believe it… This is simply unbelievable!

“Is that Hell?” A young cultivator spoke with great trembling in his voice, “We’ve been struggling and tussling with this incarnate revenant for such a long time, and yet she actually lies meek as a sheep before Hell, without the slightest intention in putting up any form...