The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

A faint, nauseatingly sweet and fishy smell quietly permeated the air.

The temperature in the main hall of the Netherworld Cult's headquarters was dropping to freezing.

All eyes were fixed on the tray.

A cold, righteous smile appeared on the high priest's withered old face.

His cloudy eyes gleamed with a cold, venomous light.

"Master, please!"

"This bowl of holy water is a supreme sacred object that I, the priest, personally obtained by fasting and bathing before the statue of the gods."

As the high priest spoke, he slammed his skull staff heavily onto the basalt ground.

He raised his voice so that everyone in the hall could hear him clearly.

"The gods have issued a divine decree that only those with pure hearts and unwavering loyalty to the religion will be safe after drinking the holy water."

"They might even receive blessings from the gods, enjoying longevity and greatly increased power!"

The high priest abruptly changed his tone, his voice suddenly turning icy and chilling, exuding an undeniable air of menace.

"But if such a defiled person, with a licentious private life, promiscuous, and disrespectful to the gods, drinks it..."

"Hmph! They'll be punished by the gods soon!"

"His intestines burst open on the spot, his internal organs turned into a pool of pus and blood, and he died suffering excruciating pain as if a thousand ants were gnawing at his heart!"

"Since the cult leader keeps proclaiming his innocence, then please drink this water in public to prove it!"

These words were spoken in a way that was both dignified and impeccable.

This is a complete case of moral blackmail!

The high priest placed himself on the moral high ground of the gods, using so-called "faith" to force the emperor to resign.

Below the main hall, the ordinary believers, unaware of the truth, began to whisper among themselves.

In their eyes, the gods are inviolable.

Since the high priest invoked divine will, if the leader dared not drink it, it would mean he had a guilty conscience and admitted that he was an unfaithful woman.

Meanwhile, those high-ranking traitors who had long been secretly bribed by the High Priest made no attempt to conceal their wolfish ambitions.

"The High Priest is right! Please, Your Holiness, drink the holy water to prove your innocence!"

A burly gang leader was the first to attack, letting out a loud roar.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of weapons being drawn echoed throughout the hall.

The piercing metallic scraping sound tore at my already taut nerves.

On both sides of the main hall, dozens of traitorous high-ranking members and elite protectors of the cult drew their weapons.

The gleaming swords and blades intertwined in the dim light, forming a deadly web.

They advanced like wolves and tigers, then quickly dispersed.

They completely surrounded the high and mighty throne of the cult leader!

The gleaming blades were all pointed at Ye Honglian, who sat on the throne.

This isn't an invitation to drink water at all.

The atmosphere in the main hall was tense; the slightest spark could ignite a massacre.

The high priest stood at the front of the crowd, looking at Ye Honglian surrounded by swords and blades, his withered lips curling up in a wild smile.

He was incredibly proud and overjoyed.

What divine blessing? What pure mind? It's all just nonsense he made up to fool these idiots!

That bowl of holy water emitting a green glow was not talisman water at all.

Rather, it was a deadly poison that he had spent half his life and his entire fortune seeking out from the depths of the southern border!

This is the long-lost Miao Jiang Deadly Gu!

If even a single drop gets on your skin, the Gu worm will crawl down your throat and into your heart, and even a celestial being couldn't save you!

The high priest was laughing inwardly.

Ye Honglian, Ye Honglian, so what if you're skilled in martial arts? You're still going to fall into my hands today!

If you drink it, your intestines will rupture and your body will rot, and you will die a gruesome death.

If you don't drink, I now have an absolute reason to use the charge of blasphemy against God to have everyone hack you to pieces!

No matter who is chosen, I'm determined to take the position of leader today!

The high priest had even begun to imagine himself in the red robes of the priest, commanding the heroes with great power.

Faced with this suffocating predicament.

Those cold, sharp blades were less than three feet away from me.

Ye Honglian, sitting on the throne of the cult leader, didn't even blink.

Her blood-red dress looked exceptionally alluring amidst the flashing swords.

Ye Honglian leaned back slightly on the wide chair, her posture as languid as a Persian cat basking in the sun.

Her cool, clear eyes merely glanced indifferently at the bowl of holy water bubbling with green light on the tray.

Her exquisitely beautiful face showed not a trace of emotion.

"Da, da, da."

In the deathly silent hall, a series of rhythmic tapping sounds suddenly rang out.

Those were Ye Honglian's fair fingers, adorned with silver metal armor.

He was casually tapping the armrest of the throne again and again.

The crisp tapping sound seemed to strike everyone's heart, causing a sudden, inexplicable sense of unease.

The calmer Ye Honglian was, the more uncertain the High Priest felt.

But he immediately reassured himself that the demoness was just faking it.

"What? Why is the leader so reluctant to take the bowl? Could it be that he has really done something shameful?" The high priest pressed closer.

Just as the high priest was shouting wildly and the traitors were closing in step by step.

Su Zhen, who had been standing beside Ye Honglian with a tea tray as her male concubine, had his unfathomable eyes completely filled with endless killing intent.

The dignity of the Great Abyss Tyrant was challenged like never before.

To please his wife, he would wear gaudy, tattered clothes and serve her tea and water, becoming her gigolo.

But he absolutely could not stand by and watch these maggots, who knew which cesspool they crawled out of, point their broken copper and scrap metal at his woman's nose!

He even dared to force his wife to drink poison?!

Do they really think he, the living Yama of the Great Abyss Kingdom, is just a figurehead?!

A terrifying black aura, almost tangible, began to swirl wildly around Su Zhen's body.

That was a sign that Su Zhen was about to go berserk.

The temperature inside the hall plummeted again, to the point that even breathing produced white mist.

The traitors closest to Su Zhen suddenly felt a chill on their necks, as if an invisible guillotine was already at their throats.

Su Zhen lowered his eyes, a cruel sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

He doesn't need any unnecessary words.

When it comes to killing, he's always been the most professional.

With a slight twitch of his wide sleeves, the hand that had been holding the tea tray quietly lowered itself.

His large, well-defined hand subtly reached for his waist.

There lies his Longquan sword, which can cut through iron like mud and has drunk countless lives.

Su Zhen's eyes were like those of an ancient beast locking onto its prey, fixed on the high priest who was still babbling incessantly.

He was rapidly calculating the distance and angle in his mind.

Three steps.

It only takes three steps.

He has a hundred ways to twist that old bastard's head off and use it as a ball.

Then, in less than half an incense stick's time, all the traitors who had drawn their swords in the hall were cut into pieces!

Who cares about the 100,000-strong army besieging the city, who cares about the internal strife within the cult.

Anyone who dares to threaten Su Zhen's wife with poison will die today, as everyone breathing here will be!

Su Zhen's fingers were already firmly pressed on the cold hilt of the Longquan sword.

True energy was frantically poured into the sword, and the Longquan Sword emitted a slight but deadly hum.

As long as Su Zhen draws his sword, rivers of blood will flow.

In that critical moment, in the last second before the massacre was about to begin.

Just as the tyrant father suddenly tightened his grip on his finger, preparing to draw his sword and strike first to cut down all these charlatans.

A clear, childlike voice, yet filled with sarcasm.

Suddenly, without warning, it exploded in the depths of Su Zhen's mind!

[Oh my god, this is hilarious! Has Old Deng lost his mind?]

[What's with that broken bowl? Trying to act all high and mighty? Daring to show off your skills in front of Guan Yu?]

Su Zhen paused slightly as he drew his sword. This thought naturally came from his beloved daughter, Su Yaoyao, who was sitting on the armchair next to him, eating melon seeds.

The little girl's inner thoughts didn't stop; instead, she became even more excited and disdainful.

[Using poison from southern Xinjiang to poison my mother?]

[This old man must have forgotten his brain! Doesn't he know what my mother did before she transmigrated?]

This is utterly ridiculous, like showing off one's limited skills before an expert; it's utterly reckless!

These heartfelt words, like a bolt of lightning, shattered Su Zhen's reason, which had been clouded by murderous intent.

The tyrant father's hand was already on the hilt of his sword, ready to unleash a massacre.

He suddenly stopped.