Surrounded by thousands of soldiers, Wang Chao remained calm and composed.
The killing intent emanating from the three Grand Commanders and the tens of thousands of Qilin Army soldiers didn't faze him at all. He felt no pressure whatsoever.
He had faced this kind of situation far too many times before.
During his time in the extraterritorial battlefield, he faced the hostile intent of tens of thousands of enemy soldiers every day.
Especially in the massive battle that took place in the extraterritorial battlefield a few years ago, where he led the Night Corps and the three major factions in an unprecedented conflict.
It was a battle involving three million people, shrouded in darkness with no sun or moon.
He even charged into a siege of over a million soldiers alone, cutting a bloody path through the enemy forces.
Countless experts perished under his blade!
Beneath his feet lay a sea of blood and mashed flesh formed from the bodies of his enemies!
Single-handedly, he slaughtered tens of thousands of elites.
During that time, he couldn't even recall how many times he swung his blade or how many people he killed. All he remembered was countless bodies falling before him.
Even his invincible war blade had its edges turned from the relentless cutting.
In the end, after hours of battle, he decapitated the enemy commanders and marshals amidst the vast sea of soldiers.
He had gone through battles involving millions of soldiers, so how could he fear such a small-scale confrontation?
"Daredevil! How dare you brazenly look our Great King in the eye like this? You are courting death! Kneel!"
"Kneel!"
"Kneel!"
"Kneel!"
Lei Yehua, Cheng Xiangdi, Xiao Zhantian, and all the Qilin Army soldiers present roared in unison.
Their voices echoed like spring thunder, resounding throughout the entire War Department, persisting for a long time.
Sheng Minghui witnessed this scene with a sinister smile on his face.
With the Qilin Army present, he felt even more confident!
After all, he had already destroyed all the evidence, and Wang Chao's guilt was now firmly established.
Besides, his framing and scapegoating had been successful. Wang Chao was completely speechless and unable to defend himself.
Wang Chao remained calm, his eyes fixed on Sikong Yun, silent.
Sikong Yun's expression gradually shifted from a smile to a more serious demeanor.
He remained expressionless, raised his hand, and gestured downward.
In an instant, the ceaseless clamor and shouting came to an abrupt halt, leaving only echoes reverberating in the air.
"Great King, this is all Wang Chao's fault. He is a criminal," Sheng Minghui said in a low voice.
Sikong Yun turned to look at Sheng Minghui and spoke in a solemn tone, "Are you sure Wang Chao is a criminal?"
"Great King, the evidence is as solid as a mountain. Do not tell me you still don't believe it?" Sheng Minghui hastily replied.
"But, from what I know, things are not as you say," Sikong Yun stated.
"Not so, Lord Sikong. What do you mean?" Sheng Minghui was taken aback.
He never expected that Sikong Yun would doubt him and claim that things were not as he described, despite the evidence he had prepared.
"My meaning is quite clear. What I know contradicts what you are saying," Sikong Yun explained.
"Lord Sikong, do not let Wang Chao deceive you. He's the most vicious criminal in this world. He must be killed," Sheng Minghui hastily pleaded.
"That's right, Lord Sikong. Everything was caused by Wang Chao's mischief," Xiao Zhen also stepped forward, kneeling before Sikong Yun and solemnly declared, "Wang Chao is the instigator of all this, the criminal responsible for everything. He destroyed the prison and should be captured!"
"Please, Lord Sikong, apprehend the criminal and eliminate the evil!"
Li Yuming and all the soldiers of the Silver Corps present also knelt down, their voices echoing in unison as they made their plea.
Upon witnessing this scene, Sikong Yun furrowed his brows slightly.
Prior to arriving here, he had already gathered all the information and understood the conflict between Wang Chao and Sheng Anhe.
Based on his intelligence network, he had a better understanding of the situation and knew that Sheng Minghui was the one responsible for all this.
When he had questioned Sheng Minghui earlier, his intention was to handle the matter impartially and uphold procedural justice.
However, seeing so many soldiers from the Silver Corps kneeling before him, he hesitated.
These soldiers were his loyal subordinates, who had fought alongside him in countless battles. If he were to truly handle the matter impartially and deal with Sheng Minghui, it would dampen the hearts of these soldiers.
How could he lead them in the future? How could he expect them to continue following him?
With these thoughts in mind, Sikong Yun found himself in a dilemma.
He could not uphold justice in this situation, nor could he side with Sheng Minghui. He was caught between a rock and a hard place.
Sheng Minghui stepped forward and knelt before Sikong Yun, letting out a thunderous roar, "Great King, please take action! Eliminate Wang Chao, uphold justice, and give the Silver Corps the justice it deserves!"
"Great King, please take action! Eliminate Wang Chao, uphold justice, and give the Silver Corps the justice it deserves!"
Xiao Zhen, Li Yuming, and all the soldiers from the Silver Corps present also joined in the roar.
Their voices were uniform and deafening.
Lei Yehua, Xiao Zhantian, Cheng Xiangdi, and the three Grand Commanders' expressions changed, their gaze at Sheng Minghui turning icy.
Sheng Minghui's intention was obvious—to force Sikong Yun to make a choice by having so many soldiers join in the roar.
As someone in a high position, Sikong Yun would never abandon the powerful and formidable Silver Corps for the sake of a commoner like Wang Chao!
The result was clear—Sikong Yun would disregard everything and choose Sheng Minghui and his supporters.
It was a game of manipulation!
Sikong Yun's previously smiling expression suddenly turned cold.
He disliked being coerced into making decisions.
Sheng Minghui, in his quest for vengeance for his son, resorted to the very thing Sikong Yun despised. This created a rift in his heart, and his gaze at Sheng Minghui grew even colder.
At this moment, Sikong Yun found himself in a bind.
If he executed Wang Chao, he would lose the sense of justice, and his prestige in the entire Dragon Kingdom would likely suffer.
On the other hand, if he handled the matter impartially and dealt with Sheng Minghui, he would disappoint all the soldiers who followed him.
Sheng Minghui had presented him with an immense dilemma—no matter which choice he made, he would lose.
As a result, Sikong Yun's gaze at Sheng Minghui turned incredibly cold, with a hint of killing intent flashing through his eyes.
Sheng Minghui could clearly sense Sikong Yun's killing intent, sending chills down his spine. However, he remained kneeling on the ground, persisting, "Great King, please take action! Eliminate Wang Chao, uphold justice, and give the Silver Corps the justice it deserves!"
Caught in such a difficult situation, he had to grit his teeth and persevere, even if he knew that Sikong Yun would despise him. He had no choice but to do so.
Otherwise, he would lose everything.
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