Grunt's heart pounded with fear, the gears in his brain working furiously. "That Darryl Darby could be a fake, Your Majesty. Even if he was real, Archfiend Antigonus could have found a way to revive him."

Grunt's face was the picture of sincerity. "I've always been loyal to you, haven't I, Your Majesty? I would never dare to lie to you."

Grunt did not have the nerve to lie. However, when Darryl remained silent as Grunt spoke, he realized that Darryl's voice was sealed. That spurred Grunt on to speak recklessly.

The Nine Heaven Emperor took a deep breath. His expression shifted, sinking deep into thought.

At the same time, the officials also had unreadable expressions on their faces.

"Enough!"

The Nine Heaven Emperor came to his senses, calling out to Grunt. "Get up. I won't fault you for that."

The Emperor soared into mid-air, meeting Archfiend Antigonus' gaze. He smirked, "You haven't got anything on me with your tricks, Archfiend Antigonus. My son-in-law, Darryl Darby, died in