Chapter 1181 More Deserving Of Death Than The Rest

• "Emerson, isn't it? Your time has come. Any last words before you meet your maker?" Skylar inquired, his gaze fixed on Emerson, the counselor.
• Emerson quivered, stuttering, "W-Why me? I wasn't present that night. I had no hand in the murder of your adoptive father!"
• Skylar scoffed. "You may not have been directly involved, but wasn't it your brainchild for Henry and Freddy to abduct my wife, Yulia, with a mob of 500 from Cloudtopia and confine her in that forsaken warehouse? And just last night at Dragon Hollow, you had the audacity to humiliate my wife after Bryson. Don't you think your actions warrant death?" He had deliberately singled out Emerson as his next victim. He suddenly realized that by saving the most significant ones for last, their dread of death would amplify as they watched their comrades fall one by one. He intended to inflict this torment on those who had committed the most egregious sins. "Bring him forth and execute him!"