In the entire hall, the only person unaffected by any influence was Zhong Niangyao. She stood there, appearing relaxed, as if nothing had happened at all.
Under that imposing pressure, even Hua Rui, who was an Upper God, had no power to resist. She felt as though all her internal organs were being intensely compressed, and her Divine Power surged uncontrollably throughout her body.
Soon, she could no longer bear it and spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood.
"Emperor, I ask for forgiveness," Hua Rui managed to speak as she propped herself up, "Everything I said was without thought. I never questioned Your Majesty's intentions."
Hearing Hua Rui's plea for mercy, Lu Yichen didn't even spare her a glance.
It was unclear how much time passed before the crushing pressure on Hua Rui finally dissipated. Despite this, she no longer had the strength to stand and could only remain kneeling there.
Zhong Niangyao didn't glance at Hua Rui again but instead took out a stone.
