"Jie Baobao, this old man won't make things difficult for you."
"All you have to do is prove yourself with something simple."
"Now, in front of everyone, list out that Chu Feng's crimes one by one."
"Give that little beast Chu Feng a proper scolding."
"And this old man will pretend nothing ever happened."
"That shouldn't be too hard, right?"
The moment Ling Kun said these words.
Both openly and behind the scenes, many people stepped forward to persuade.
However, the ones being persuaded now were not Ling Kun — they were persuading Jie Baobao.
After all, it was just insulting Chu Feng. That was indeed very simple.
From this perspective alone, Ling Kun was genuinely not making things difficult for Jie Baobao.
"Why should I curse Chu Feng?"
The moment those words left Jie Baobao's mouth.
Everyone's expressions froze.
Ling Kun had practically handed Jie Baobao a way out.
But Jie Baobao actually refused to take it?
Could the rumors be true?
Was the relationship between Jie Baobao and Chu Feng truly extraordinary?
If that were the case, then the nature of the matter would be entirely different.
Ling Kun's sharp brows shot upward as he sneered: "Why?"
"Chu Feng is a wanted criminal of our Seven Realms Sacred Palace. Are his deeds not worthy of condemnation?"
"What did he do?"
"When he hadn't done anything at all, wasn't the Seven Realms Sacred Palace already hostile toward him?"
Jie Baobao shot back.
"Insolent! Wasn't it he who caused that uproar in the Seven Realms Sacred Palace?"
"Jie Baobao, are you truly on Chu Feng's side?"
Ling Kun demanded.
"Elder Ling Kun, look at Jie Baobao's right hand."
"Ever since coming out of seclusion, that is what she has been clutching."
"Could it be related to Chu Feng."
At that moment, an elder standing behind Ling Kun pointed toward Jie Baobao's right hand.
And the moment he spoke, everyone turned their gaze toward Jie Baobao's tightly clenched fist.
Because they noticed.
Once the elder raised that point, Jie Baobao's grip on her right hand had tightened even further.
Before, no one had paid attention to what she was holding.
But now, everyone was extremely curious.
"What is in your hand?" Ling Kun asked.
"None of your business," Jie Baobao replied.
"Insolent!"
At that, several elders stepped forward, intending to forcibly search what was in Jie Baobao's hand.
"Stop."
But Ling Kun spoke up at that very moment, halting the elders' actions.
"Jie Baobao."
"This old man gave you plenty of face earlier because you are a genius of our Seven Realms Sacred Palace."
"But if your heart truly doesn't belong to the Seven Realms Sacred Palace, then no matter how extraordinary your talent, it has nothing to do with me."
"Now, this old man will ask you one more time. What is in your hand?"
Ling Kun asked again, cold light already surging in his eyes.
"This is my possession. You have no right to know."
Jie Baobao said.
Whoosh— However, the instant Jie Baobao's voice fell, a spray of fresh blood bloomed from her right arm.
Looking closely, her right arm had been severed.
It was Ling Kun who had struck.
This scene terrified everyone present.
No one had expected that Ling Kun would act so ruthlessly without hesitation.
That was Jie Baobao.
She was one of the Seven Realms Sacred Palace's most powerful geniuses — a existence who had surpassed Ling Xiao.
Even though Ling Kun held Jie Tianran's enforcement edict and truly wielded the authority over life and death.
A figure like Jie Baobao should have been dealt with specially, not treated in such a manner.
But even though the severed arm had already fallen to the ground.
That hand remained tightly clenched.
It was a formation — a formation that bound Jie Baobao's life force.
Unless she died, there was no way to pry open the clenched palm of that severed arm.