Judgement

Normally, Xu Feng would have realized the women were already on their knees. Normally, he would have acknowledged that they had been begging, that they had fallen of their own accord.

But at this moment, none of that mattered.

Something deeper, something colder, had taken over.

The moment his words left his lips, the air in the hall thickened, pressing down like a heavy fog. It wasn't just authority—it was command, absolute and unquestionable.

For a brief, stunned second, no one moved.

Then, like an invisible force had slammed down on them, the two women collapsed further.

Their knees were already on the cold stone floor, but now, they felt as though they were fused to it. A suffocating weight pinned them down, the trembling in their limbs worsening with every breath.

One of them tried to lift her arms, reaching toward Xu Zeng as though he were the lesser evil. As if, in some desperate, foolish hope, he would be the one to save her.