"You've been using me for so long, and you still feel it's not enough. That's really my style." Zhie was amazed. "Forget it. Anyway, you still owe me a little debt. Pay it back. I don't have time to care about you."
Shengzong knelt on the ground, spitting out blood. The most evil words had already revealed a glimpse of his future to him: when the drum tower bell rang again, what would greet him was no longer a life of extreme happiness, but a dark cycle of hell.
The worst of evil destroyed him...completely destroyed him.
"Kill... me..." Shengzong kept vomiting sticky blood clots, trembling and mumbling: "Kill me..."
Zhie did not speak. For some reason, Shengzong only felt that the other party was glancing at him and despising him with extreme malice.
"Death?" it said, "Death is the most boring ending, just endure it!"
The wind whistled, the demon god laughed wildly and left, sweeping up a black fog that covered the sky and the sun, and disappeared in an instant, leaving behind the emperor on earth, with a hunched body and a haggard face, blood spurting from his mouth in pain, until he lost his mind and fainted on the ground.
Yan Huan didn't care what kind of chaos the Wuping palace was in. He waved his hand and called back the dark inner pill from the sky and put it back into his body. Liu Fuguang looked at him and asked, "Have you solved it?"
Yan Huan nodded, like a peacock spreading its wings, trying to show off subtly, but failing to do so: "It's effortless. It's just a piece of cake to destroy his mind."
Seeing his smug look, Liu Fuguang also found it funny, but he didn't show any flaws on his face, and remained calm: "So easily, he gave in?"
Yan Huan sneered: "The way I treated him is not worth mentioning to you. Perhaps, I am not even qualified to be a stone in your way. But for someone like him..."
He sneered to himself a few times: "I have seen too many people like him, more than the water in the sea. Although he calls himself the Holy Emperor, he knows better than anyone that a successful emperor does not need conscience and virtue. All moral constraints were not invented to restrain the superiors. Successful emperors are scaly snakes and insects, thick-skinned turtles and crocodiles, with only false tears boiling all over their bodies. The defects of conscience and virtue are precisely their excellent talents, which enable them to cause as much pain as possible to their subjects, because the weaker the people, the stronger the country. The best way to consolidate the throne and control others is to use the barbed whip of power to tie the throats of the weak."
Liu Fuguang looked at him and said nothing.
On the surface, he was evaluating the Holy Sect, but on the other hand, he was also talking about himself.
Yan Huan's sarcastic smile gradually faded, and he said slowly: "This kind of person only takes himself too seriously, thinking that he stands at the center of the world and that even the sun, moon and stars revolve around him. Therefore, once he encounters setbacks and storms, he will either get through it smoothly or be completely destroyed. There is no other way to go."
Liu Fuguang didn't say anything for a long while. He said, "Yan Huan, tell me the truth. How did you punish him?"
Unexpectedly, he suddenly asked this question, and Yan Huan panicked for a moment. He knew that with Liu Fuguang's good character, she might not agree with his way of dealing with pregnant women and babies. He couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, and his eyes also dodged.