The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

Time passed by, second by second.

The burning incense stick, meant to bring death, flickered with its embers.

As a gentle breeze blew by, the last piece of incense ash fell limply and shattered into pieces.

The time for one incense stick to burn has come.

The executioners on the high platform had cold, numb eyes.

They were cold-blooded assassins trained by the regent, who only obeyed their commander's orders.

"Hold them down!"

The executioner roared and brutally pressed the people in his hands onto the guillotine.

They raised the gleaming guillotine high in their hands.

The cold blade was already firmly pressed against the back of the neck of the first ten civilians.

The blade was extremely sharp, even cutting through the old man's delicate skin.

Crimson blood seeped from the knife wound, a horrifying sight.

The air was filled with a nauseating stench of blood.

A sense of oppressive despair, like an impenetrable thick cloud, hung heavily over the front lines of the cult's headquarters.

The crowd below screamed hysterically.

The young child cried loudly in his mother's arms until his voice was hoarse.

The white-haired old man closed his eyes in despair, tears streaming down his face.

Countless civilians struggled desperately, but the spear tips of the spearmen behind them held them firmly against their backs.

The entire valley is like a living hell.

On the tank in the distance.

The Regent of Great Yan laughed wildly, his laughter carrying a perverse pleasure born of revenge.

He stared intently at the tightly closed gates of the cult and the silent crowd on the city walls.

The pent-up anger in my heart finally burst out.

Why aren't you saying anything?

The regent held up that crude tin megaphone, and his arrogant mocking voice echoed throughout the hall.

"Where did your earlier arrogance go?!"

"Weren't you usually so arrogant? Weren't you supposed to be able to take on a thousand men single-handedly?"

"Why aren't you using poison anymore? Why aren't you using your sorcery?"

The regent boasted that he had finally found the Achilles' heel of these lunatics.

In the martial arts world, whether one belongs to a reputable sect or a heretical sect, the most important thing is reputation and face.

Bearing the infamy of indiscriminately killing tens of thousands of civilians, they would be drowned in the spittle of the world.

Even if this group of people are crazy, they would never dare to defy the world.

Overjoyed, the regent pointed his whip at the city wall and shouted angrily.

"Ye Honglian! This is my final warning to you!"

"Open the city gates immediately, bring your men, and kneel before the enemy lines to await your death!"

"Otherwise, all these tens of thousands of lives will have been lost because of you!"

He deliberately raised his voice, as if afraid the people below wouldn't hear him.

He attempted to incite resentment among the people towards the religion.

"It was your selfishness that killed them!"

"This blood debt will be etched into the annals of your Netherworld Cult for all eternity!"

"You will bear the infamy of history forever, never to rise again!"

The followers of the cult on the city wall were furious, their eyes blazing with rage.

That's so vicious.

This is practically pushing people to their deaths.

Not only must we kill people, but we must also destroy their spirit.

Countless followers gripped their weapons so tightly they creaked, their fingernails digging deep into their flesh.

They would rather jump down and fight to the death with the 100,000-strong army than suffer this humiliation.

However, this kind of moral blackmail that is condemned by everyone is unacceptable.

Ye Honglian snorted coldly, her beautiful face full of disdain.

Trying to morally blackmail the leader of a cult in southern Xinjiang?

That bastard must have been kicked in the head by a donkey.

If Ye Honglian had any morals, would she have faked her death and fled back then, abandoning her husband and children?

If a cult leader is morally blackmailed, then what kind of cult is it?

The tyrant Su Zhen, standing to the side, was so angry that he laughed.

He rested one hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist, looking down at the smug regent.

There wasn't a trace of anger in Su Zhen's eyes.

Instead, they were filled with excitement and fervor at encountering their own kind.

As the most tyrannical monarch of the Great Abyss Kingdom, he committed countless immoral acts throughout his life.

But he also has his pride; he'll at least come up with a respectable reason for stealing.

He wouldn't have done something as shameless as using tens of thousands of ordinary people as human shields back then.

This is truly a monument in the realm of shamelessness!

Wow, this old guy's got some fun.

A clear, resonant voice rang out precisely in Su Zhen's mind.

He turned his head.

There, he saw his own daughter, Su Yaoyao, squatting at the foot of the city wall.

She plunged into her personal space and frantically rummaged through a pile of scrap metal.

As Su Yaoyao searched, she kept muttering to herself.

Moral blackmail? Sorry, our whole family is utterly devoid of morality, and we're the last thing you'd be afraid of.

Want us to feel guilty? Want to see us miserable? Keep dreaming!

Hearing his daughter's heartfelt words, Su Zhen's smile grew even brighter.

He touched his chin, feeling a sense of relief.

This grandson is even more shameless than I was when I was a tyrant.

If we don't teach him a lesson, we'll show him what a bad person he is.

We've let down the golden reputation that our villainous family has built up over so many years!

Su Zhen cleared his throat and strode over to Su Yaoyao's side.

"Daughter, what are you looking for? Do you need Daddy's help?"

Su Jin also walked over with a smile, his slender fingers toying with a poisoned dart.

"If my sister finds it noisy, I'll go and cut that old thief's tongue out right now."

Su Jin's tone was so gentle it was almost sickening.

"Found it!"

Su Yaoyao, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly cheered, interrupting her brother's suggestion.

She pulled hard from the space and pulled out a huge metal horn with a unique shape.

This is not the kind of junk made from scrap metal that the Regent had.

This is a super loudspeaker that Su Yaoyao personally modified using discarded communication parts from an interstellar spaceship.

The metallic coating on it shimmers with a futuristic sheen and also features a built-in energy amplification device.

As long as you speak to it, your voice can be amplified thousands of times in an instant.

Its penetrating power is enough to cover the entire position of an army of 100,000, and can even be clearly heard by insects hibernating underground.

Su Yaoyao stood up and patted the dust off her clothes.

She rushed over to her father and shoved the heavy iron lump into Su Zhen's hand.

Su Zhen paused for a moment, weighing the strangely shaped horn in his hand.

"Girl, what's this strange little thing?"

Su Yaoyao raised her head, facing the gentle breeze from outside the city.

A devilish, wicked smile crept onto her pretty, delicate face.

She pointed to the enemy troops still shouting below the city, and then to her father.

"Dad, use your inner strength to give their entire army a high-energy midnight emotional radio show!"