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Chapter 148 Killing (Please read, subscribe, and vote)

The Sage King Ancestor knelt on the ground, his body trembling more and more violently, as if all his strength had been drained away, and he could only tremble there with instinctive fear.

His eyes were full of pleading as he looked at Tianyi, his throat seemed to be choked by something, and he managed to squeeze out words of pleas for mercy.

"Your...Your Excellency, I beg you...I beg you to spare me this time!" The voice of the Sage King was trembling and choked with sobs. His usual lofty and arrogant majesty had vanished, and he now resembled a pitiful wretch facing imminent doom. "I...I was truly blind and foolish to offend you! I shouldn't have been so arrogant, I shouldn't have shown the slightest disrespect to the Li family. Please, for my momentary lapse in judgment, have mercy on me and let me go!"

As he spoke, he disregarded his status as a saintly king and began to kowtow repeatedly, each kowtow solid and clear, the dull thud of his forehead hitting the ground particularly distinct in the deathly silence.

Soon, his forehead was covered in blood, but he seemed not to feel the pain, continuing to kowtow again and again, repeatedly begging for mercy.

He is a saintly king, a saintly king.

However, it is precisely because he is the Saint King that he knows the terror of the Supreme Being even more!
The people of the Piaoyun Dynasty were terrified when they saw their ancestor bowing and scraping in such a pathetic manner.

The emperor stared wide-eyed at the scene before him, his eyes filled with disbelief.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he found that his throat was blocked and he couldn't utter a single word.

In his eyes, the Sage King Ancestor was once so powerful, the mainstay of the Piaoyun Dynasty, and a being who could lead them to crush all enemies and spread their might far and wide.

But now, this ancestor, whom they usually regard as a god, is so vulnerable in front of a servant of the Li family, even kneeling down and begging for mercy. This huge contrast makes his worldview seem to collapse instantly.

He felt his body growing colder and colder, his hands gripping the carriage's handrails tightly until his knuckles turned white from the force, his heart filled with endless fear and uncertainty about the future.

The civil officials were also terrified, their faces ashen. They could barely stand by supporting each other.

The terror in their eyes was palpable. They, who were usually so eloquent, were now as if their souls had been ripped out, frozen in place, unable to utter a single word.

They had always relied on the prestige of their ancestor, the Sage King, to swagger around in the Piaoyun Dynasty, calculating all sorts of gains and losses. But now, their only reliance had vanished in an instant. They knew that once the Li family investigated, the Piaoyun Dynasty would likely face annihilation, and they themselves would have no way to survive.

The generals collapsed to the ground, their weapons nowhere to be found.

They usually prided themselves on their bravery and fearlessness, charging into battle with their own strength and the protection of the sage king. They never imagined that they would face such a desperate day.

At this moment, seeing the pitiful state of the Sage King Ancestor, fear surged in their hearts like a tidal wave, completely drowning out their last remaining fighting spirit.

They felt as if they were in a dark abyss, with no hope in sight.

The old patriarch of Emerald Valley was so frightened that he lost control of his bowels and bladder, collapsing to the ground and emitting a foul odor.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, and he muttered some illogical words to himself. He had long lost the intention to use the Piaoyun Dynasty to deal with the Li family.

At this moment, he was filled with remorse for his reckless behavior and fear of impending death. He never imagined that the conflict he had started would push him into such a desperate situation, not only offending a behemoth like the Li family, but also implicating the Piaoyun Dynasty.

Damn it, just who is this servant of the Li family?!

The entire Piaoyun Dynasty's ranks were shrouded in an atmosphere of despair and terror. They looked at Tianyi, who remained calm, as if he were an insurmountable god, while they themselves were as insignificant and helpless as ants, only able to await their fate in this endless fear.

"Unfortunately, the Ancestor has decreed that you must die."

Tianyi spoke calmly, raising his hand and gently lowering a finger. His slender fingers, under the dim, gloomy sky, seemed to radiate endless chill.

His expression remained calm, as if what he was about to do was as easy and ordinary as brushing away a speck of dust.

As his fingers slowly descended, in an instant, a terrifying power, seemingly emanating from the deepest hell, poured forth from his fingertips.

This power is invisible and colorless, yet it is like a peerless blade, silently slicing through the void.

Wherever it passed, space was easily torn apart like fragile paper, leaving deep, dark cracks. The dark aura emanating from these cracks was chilling, as if they were entrances to an endless abyss.

The first to bear the brunt was the Sage King Ancestor, who was still kowtowing and begging for mercy.

His eyes widened in terror, the pleading in them instantly turning into despair. Before he could even let out a scream, the force pressed down on him like a towering mountain.

With a muffled "poof," the Saint King's body exploded instantly, turning into a cloud of blood mist without leaving a trace. He vanished from the world completely. The once invincible Saint King was as fragile as an ant before this supreme power.

Immediately afterwards, that power spread outwards like a surging tide.

The emperor of the Piaoyun Dynasty sat in his carriage, his face still filled with terror, when the force swept over him.

The chariot was instantly crushed into dust, and the emperor's body was also crushed in the blink of an eye. The sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard in the dead silence. Then, his entire body turned into a cloud of blood mist, merging with the surrounding air. Only the broken ornaments that once symbolized supreme imperial power were left scattered on the ground, making a faint tinkling sound in the wind, as if playing a final lament for this fallen dynasty.

The civil officials, supporting each other, were already ashen-faced with fear, and now they were terrified beyond measure.

They watched helplessly as the destructive force surged toward them, trying to turn and run, but their legs felt as heavy as lead, unable to move an inch. "Ah—" Desperate screams escaped their lips, but those sounds were instantly crushed by the force.

In an instant, their bodies were easily torn apart and pulverized like fragile scarecrows. A group of civil officials who usually pointed out the country's affairs and plotted power in the court were wiped out without any resistance, leaving only a bloody mess and the lingering fear.

The generals collapsed to the ground, having long lost all will to fight. Now, looking at the approaching power of death, their eyes were filled with despair and regret.

They tried to shield themselves with their hands, but how could that possibly withstand the power emanating from the Supreme Being?

In an instant, their arms were crushed, and then their entire bodies were turned to dust under the crushing force. The once mighty and fearless warriors on the battlefield were wiped out without even leaving behind their bones, as if they had never existed in this world.

As for the old patriarch of Emerald Valley, he was limp on the ground, incontinent, and didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy.

He could only watch helplessly as that force swung towards him like the scythe of death. The moment that force touched his body, he burst open like a squashed balloon, his flesh and blood flying everywhere. The foul-smelling filth was also swept into this storm of destruction and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a patch of land stained red with blood.

The entire Piaoyun Dynasty's army was mercilessly crushed like a group of fragile ants under Tianyi's gentle touch of his finger.

The once boisterous and arrogant team was now completely silent, filled with a heavy stench of blood, and the ground was stained crimson with blood.

Tianyi shook his head.

Just then, several figures appeared; they were the remaining Saint King Ancestors of the Piaoyun Dynasty.

(End of this chapter)