“I’m just the executioner, responsible for carrying out the sentence. As for anything else, I don’t know!” James Carter’s face hardened as he pushed away that fat hand, turned, and strode onto the execution ground.

“You brat, refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit! I can be a minister in the current court, and you don’t know what’s good for you. I’ll make sure you pay for this!” The fat man’s expression changed instantly when James Carter refused, and he shouted menacingly at James Carter’s back in a low voice.

“Even if you’re the emperor, what does that have to do with me chopping off heads?” James Carter sneered, walked straight up to the execution platform, cradling his blood-red demon-headed broadsword, and stood there quietly, waiting for the order to execute.

This time, it wasn’t just James Carter carrying out the execution. There was a whole row of executioners holding red demon-headed blades. James Carter couldn’t even tell how many people there were. Such a scene was truly shocking—what kind of execution ground needed so many heads to be chopped off?

Dong, dong, dong—three drumbeats sounded, and the sun seemed to be at its zenith. James Carter heard a command: “Begin the execution!” Then, he saw a name tag thrown over.

“Every injustice has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. You and I have no past grievances, no recent enmity. I am simply doing my duty under orders. Forgive me!” James Carter habitually recited his work phrase, then yanked out the death tag stuck in the prisoner, tossed it aside, gave a loud shout, raised the demon-headed blade high, and brought it down with a swish. A head rolled far away, spinning, while the body, now headless, slowly toppled over, blood still gushing out wildly.

After all this, James Carter unusually did not absorb the life essence to cultivate as he usually did, but simply stood there quietly, holding his blade, waiting for further orders.

“Nineteen thousand three hundred seventy-two executioners, three thousand eight hundred forty-three beheaded.” In the void, a voice seemed to be counting, or perhaps reporting.

Suddenly, a fierce wind whipped up before his eyes. In a moment, the dust settled, and James Carter was still on the same execution ground, but the prisoner he had just beheaded had vanished without a trace. On the open ground ahead, however, a stunningly beautiful woman was tied up, kneeling in the dust, as flawless as a piece of jade, her beauty radiant, her face like the morning glow, exuding endless charm and allure.

Around the open space where the beauty knelt, dozens of executioners dressed just like James Carter stood, all seemingly waiting to carry out the execution.

“Execute!” Another loud command rang out, and a name tag flew in front of one of the executioners. That executioner stepped forward, about to swing his blade, but the beauty spoke up: “I am innocent, General, I beg for your mercy.”

The executioner, seeing her beauty, was already full of pity, and with her delicate plea, calling him “General,” he was instantly rendered weak and numb, stunned and speechless, unable to move a muscle.

The supervising official was furious and shouted at another executioner: “You, execute!” The name tag seemed to have eyes, flying in front of another executioner. This one stepped forward, but was similarly entranced by the beauty’s gentle call, immediately lost in a dream, unable to act.

Dozens of executioners were swapped in turn, all with the same result. The supervising official’s voice was now filled with uncontrollable rage. Finally, a name tag appeared before James Carter, and the official’s angry shout was crystal clear: “You, execute!”

James Carter stepped forward and stood beside the beauty. She immediately looked up, revealing her devastatingly beautiful face, and pleaded softly, “General, I am wronged!” Just that gentle cry exuded a bone-melting charm, enough to turn even the hardest steel into softness.

Unfortunately, James Carter was as cold as iron and stone. He looked at the delicate beauty as if he hadn’t seen her at all, and simply shouted, “Every injustice has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. You and I have no past grievances, no recent enmity. I am simply doing my duty under orders. Forgive me!”

With that, he ignored the beauty’s heartbroken pleas, raised his broadsword high, and with a single stroke—crack—the beauty’s begging voice vanished instantly, her lovely head flying far away, no different from any other executed prisoner.

“Well done!” As James Carter swung his blade, he heard a voice of approval in his ear. James Carter kept his eyes straight ahead, a cold smile in his heart.

“Three thousand eight hundred forty-three people, only one hundred fifteen beheaded.” The voice in the void continued to report the statistics.

“James Carter, over here!” Someone called from behind. Without thinking, James Carter followed. The other executioners who couldn’t kill the beauty seemed to be ignored, still standing there in a daze.

Soon, he arrived at another execution ground. This time, James Carter was the only executioner, and the prisoner was a middle-aged man in a dragon robe, hair disheveled. Strangely, he wasn’t bound in any way, nor were there any guards around. He stood there, exuding authority without anger, coldly watching James Carter approach.

The soldier who led the way had disappeared, leaving only James Carter facing the middle-aged man. But James Carter said nothing, simply standing there quietly.

“James Carter, execute!” The familiar voice of the supervising official rang out again, and a name tag landed in front of James Carter.

Without a word, James Carter hefted his demon-headed blade and stepped forward. The middle-aged man’s eyes widened at the sight, a kingly aura flashing in his gaze as he shouted at James Carter, “I am the emperor, the Son of Heaven, the supreme ruler! How dare you be so insolent?”