Within the Martial Arts World, there is zero tolerance for those possessed by Specters.
Once detected, they must be executed without hesitation.
So as soon as Andrew Han finished speaking, Zuo Su, an inner disciple of Red Lake Mist Sect, went instantly pale and trembled: "Andrew Han, you’re one of the top three Peerless talents—why target me like this? Are you really going to frame me so ruthlessly over a sect feud?"
His voice shook with despair and accusation.
Even a child could hear the sorrow and unwillingness in Zuo Su’s voice—let alone these martial prodigies, all with sharp senses and Inspiration, yet none could detect any malice from him.
Not sensing malice from a possessed person is actually normal.
But—
If a Specter possesses a martial artist, the effects of Internal Power and heightened senses cause a degree of cognitive disruption—manifesting as dementia.
For ordinary people, dementia is a medical condition. But martial artists, with their powerful bodies and circulating Internal Power, should never suffer from it.
If the former falls ill, it’s nothing serious.
But if the latter suffers dementia—it’s a capital offense.
If Zuo Su had ever shown signs of dementia, Ethan Chen would have noticed immediately.
Could it be—
Was Andrew Han wrong?
Some began to wonder this... Meanwhile, Zuo Su, pale as a ghost, took a deep breath and shakily gripped the wooden chair, nearly collapsing, cold sweat streaming uncontrollably from his body.
His expression was filled with pessimism and a sense of injustice.
His eyes brimmed with defiance and resistance.
This is exactly how a normal person would react to being accused of Specter possession—nothing exaggerated. Because once labeled, the consequences are dire: immediate execution.
"I’m still young."
"I don’t want to die." Zuo Su looked desperately at fellow disciple Ethan Chen, as if seeking an anchor: "Andrew Han is lying. Don’t believe him—please, don’t believe a word he says."
Ethan Chen, standing at Martial Lord Realm, furrowed his brows tightly.
As one of the Twelve Coiled Dragons, and with the relentless tempering of martial arts, his will was as unyielding as granite. Yet now, he remained unmoved, simply staring at Zuo Su.
"I can confirm it."
"My sect’s disciple, Zuo Su, has never shown any signs of dementia."
After hearing Ethan Chen’s words, Zuo Su drew a heavy breath as if given new life. Hope flickered in his eyes, and he was so moved he nearly shed tears.
There was nothing he could do.
Andrew Han’s status was simply too heavy; every word and action carried an indescribable authority.
"No signs of dementia?"
"Then he’s not a Specter." The other Commanders let out a sigh of relief. If Zuo Su really had been possessed, it would have been terrifying.
But in the next moment—
Ethan Chen narrowed his eyes and continued, "But I must acknowledge one thing... You, Zuo Su, high-tier Martial General Realm, have no personal grudge with Andrew Han. On what basis would Andrew Han frame you?"
Slander?
There’s absolutely no reason!
If Ethan Chen didn’t understand Andrew Han, he might have hesitated... But after being defeated by Andrew Han, he deliberately investigated Andrew’s background and came to respect him.
Standing at Martial Lord Realm and having held back sect-class Demons, Andrew Han’s achievements speak for themselves.
What more needs to be said?
Other experiences only reinforce this: Andrew Han’s steadfast convictions are clear—there’s no need to doubt his character.
Besides, Andrew Han’s powerful Inspiration is plain for all to see!
"Andrew Han, what are you saying?" Zuo Su stared at him with grief and anger. "If Andrew Han wants to slander me, fine—if you won’t help me, so be it. But you still want to stand with Andrew Han—"
He was cut off.
Andrew Han spoke in a low voice: "Enough!"
His eyes flashed with light, and the solidified pressure of Internal Power surged around him, nearly suffocating the conference room.
"Who do you think Andrew Han is?"
"He is the strongest Peerless of this era, the top martial student in Sinovera, a pillar of Jiangnan Province’s defense, and the sole disciple of Green Mountain Sect!"
"That’s all I know."
"Andrew Han would never harm you."
Even if there were gaps between Andrew Han and Ethan Chen, in this situation, personal grudges were set aside—he chose to trust Andrew Han.
Every word struck like a wild wind and torrential rain.
Zuo Su’s body trembled uncontrollably. Hearing the last words, his expression grew dry and rigid.
Beside him—there was a dull thud.
General Meng slowly rose, his palm pressed to the conference table, his gaze heavier than ever before: "Andrew Han, you should know what you’re saying."
"Mm."
"I know."
Andrew Han replied softly.
His expression was calm, rarely seen so solemn, and he stared intently at Zuo Su.
"Just now, when I brushed Zuo Su’s right arm, I vaguely sensed a hidden, bone-deep cold within his body, as if a profound chill was buried deep beneath the earth."
"Honestly, I wish I were mistaken."
"But."
"Could Inspiration be mistaken?"
As soon as the words fell, everyone stood up.