Looking at its face again, it was shockingly a skull with only white bones left, with black air swirling into circles within the eye sockets.
After revealing its form, a black judge's pen appeared in its hands, as if ready to strike.
"The Divine Will of the Confucian Taoist Saint is... good, the red thing, this king... really needs it..."
"Leave it, leave it!"
The next moment, the Eight Diagrams Mirror on its chest flashed with a black light, swirling around its hand like water and mist. Then it dipped the pen a few times, casually writing a large black character:
"Judgment of Life and Death!"
The vast black air appeared like clouds, unexpectedly forming a black coffin between it and Mr. Cui.
The entire coffin was shiny black, seeming almost solid. As soon as it appeared, sounds of roaring came from inside, shaking the coffin continuously.
As Mr. Cui's expression changed, his figure rapidly retreated, "Saint's Words, do not impose on others what you do not desire yourself!"
