494 The Story of Spring I (2/2)

Ye Hongyu raised her head and looked cold, saying indifferently, ”The anger of judgment should be turned into the holy fire of Haotian. Now the anger of the Great Divine Priest can only be turned into laughter. It is really ridiculous.”

There was a soft sigh behind the curtain as the Great Divine Priest of Judgment discovered something unexpected and interesting when Ye Hongyu raised her head. He decided to let her live.

”I didn't expect that you have not only regained your original cultivation state, but have even succeeded in breaking through to the next realm. It really exceeded my expectations. You know the rules of the Divine Hall's temple clearly. Then, come back to be a Priest again.”

The temple of the Divine Hall judged the whole world on behalf of Haotian. They followed unusually realistic and ruthless rules. Power meant everything, and the weak should be bullied. The power and rank were only related to strength. If you were no longer powerful, then you were no longer qualified to have any position, and you should not even live. If you become powerful again, then you could regain your place.

When Ye Hongyu forcibly lowered her state to save herself in the Wilderness. Her power was severely damaged. She no longer had the hope of recovery. So she was met with contemptuous treatment and suffered a lot of humiliation. Now she recovered, and was even more powerful; she couldn't be humiliated again. However, could the past be erased so easily by the Great Divine Priest of Judgment, as if it had never happened?

For people outside the temple of the Divine Hall, this was an unimaginable thing, but for those who belonged to the temple, this was a matter of course. The priests in red robes listened to the orders of the Divine Priest of Judgment and quickly stopped their reproach to Ye Hongyu, calmly stepping back to the side.

In the view of the Divine Hall's priests, what Ye Hongyu requested was just this word from the Great Divine Priest and nothing more.

The Great Divine Priest of the West-Hill Divine Palace claimed to be the one who was under Haotian, above the other Great Divine Priests. His status was extremely high. Even if the Hierarch Lord could not arbitrarily question him, how could he apologize to mortals? The Great Divine Priest of Judgment had agreed that Ye Hongyu should return to the Divine Hall and allowed her to continue to serve as the Grand Master of the Judicial Department, which was already merciful enough.

The temple of the Divine Hall had never been a place of tolerance.

Ye Hongyu was not a tolerant person either.

Hearing the words of the Great Divine Priest of Judgment, she slightly smiled.

At the moment when she smiled beautifully, many pictures appeared before Ye Hongyu's eyes.

On the windy and snowy Yanming Lake, Ning Que strangely drew out the podao, under the powerful iron spear. He used the knife as a sword. Naturally, it couldn't be stopped, stabbing into Xia Hou's stomach.

In the stone house of the West-Hill Divine Palace, under the dim light, she tore the envelope apart, and took out the paper. The poor sword on the paper became a river which was full of turbid waves.

In the bone hill, the Divine Lord Lotus who was skinny like a ghost, clutched her shoulders and lowered his head calmly and mercifully, tearing a piece of flesh from her shoulder.

At the bottom of Daming Lake, countless angular stone blocked the journey. She lowered her body to erase the green marks on a stone and saw two sword marks left by Mr. Ke of the Academy.

Countless pictures quickly flashed in front of Ye Hongyu's eyes.

The two sword marks eventually converged into one mark on the yellow paper and fell on the snow lake, falling in her eyes, falling in her heart, and entered her sheath at her waist.

Ye Hongyu drew the sword out of the sheath.

This was the sword.

Then she stabbed towards the bead curtain.

And stabbed towards the Great Divine Priest of Judgment.

The black temple of the Divine Hall was surrounded by the clear light of the deep spring. It seemed particularly solemn. At this time, countless dust particles rushed out of the Divine Hall and ran toward the cliff platform along the stone steps.

At the top of the white Divine Hall, a thunder resounded, as if God was also shocked and confused.

In another Divine Hall, the Great Divine Priest of Revelation sighed.

In the temple of the Divine Hall, the red-robed priests all fell to the ground.

The bead curtain was already broken.

Ye Hongyu stood in front of the bead curtain and Great Divine Priest.

Her right hand, which was holding the sword, trembled slightly, and her pale face was extremely indifferent.

She pulled the sword out of the Great Divine Priest of Judgment's chest.

Blood splashed from the horrible wounds on the chest of the Great Divine Priest of Judgment, and instantly drenched his blood-red robe, dyeing the green robe of Ye Hongyu red.

The Great Divine Priest of Judgment furrowed his eyebrows and looked at his chest. He said, ”It doesn't make sense.”

Ye Hongyu looked at him and said, ”You said that this is a rule that was given to us from Haotian. If I can kill you, then I will dare to kill you.”

The Great Divine Priest of Judgment raised his hand painfully and furiously and then he died.

Ye Hongyu dragged him off the throne and then she sat on it.

Before sitting on the throne, she needed to step on the body of the Great Divine Priest of Judgment.

From now on, she was the Great Divine Priest of Judgment.

The black jade throne was large, like a sea of blood.

Her green Taoist robe was dyed red. She sat on the throne. She was like a drop of blood in this bloody sea, but she was the most intense and coldest drop.