Even though he knew that the illusion in the mirror was impermanent and they had been teachers and students for more than ten years, Liu Fuguang still felt sorry for the Chishui King under Yan Huan.
He knew Yan Huan was a jealous person, and trying to persuade him would only add fuel to the fire. He sighed and said, "I hope your method will work."
It turned out that Yan Huan's method was not only useful, but its effect far exceeded Liu Fuguang's expectations.
During his lifetime, King Chishui became a king, was deposed, and then had his three limbs broken by the elders who had watched him grow up. He was driven out of the royal city like a dead dog. His identity as the deposed king became known to the world, and he suffered the tragic death of his wife and children... He was extremely wealthy in his youth, but it all turned into a passing cloud after middle age, as if the illusion of intoxication by gold and powder had dissipated, leaving only the hideous and sinister real world, opening its bloody mouth to him.
Now, he fell into Yan Huan's hands. There was nothing more evil than becoming a demon and entering the Dao, which was as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River. He reshaped the meridians of the Red Water King, and casually took out the formula and body movement of the Broken Love Dao, and forced him to practice to death.
The King of Chishui was completely broken, and Yan Huan could then mold him into any shape he wanted. The most evil words and deeds reshaped his mind and completely changed him as a person.
"Power is the root of everything," Yan Huan said slowly. The Red Water King below him had already fallen into a bloody gourd. "You want to create a beautiful world and make everyone act according to your rules. How can you do that without power? With great power in your hands, your ideals will be regarded as heaven, not the empty words of a madman."
"Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimps, and the strongest eats all." Yan Huan laughed to himself, "This is the simplest and most fundamental truth in the world. It is precisely because you don't understand that you have fallen to the situation you are in today."
He tapped his fingers lightly and casually dropped some tentacles on the sand. Demonic energy rolled in, and the black tentacles surged with the colorful colors of petroleum. They swelled up when the wind blew, and in a flash they turned into a chaotic, invisible monster with limbs and mouth dancing wildly, biting towards the Red Water King.
King Chishui only held a big knife, but the blade was covered with red flames. He roared and fought fiercely with the ghost beast. A hurricane-like flame exploded from the ground, burning the sand into a molten and bright glaze.
However, in the sea of fire, the inherent power of mortals was still no match for the constantly regenerating ghost beasts. The Red Water King's arm was torn off in a few moves, blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, and he crashed heavily into the stone pillar.
The ghost beast pulled him like a dead dog. Yan Huan turned into a strange black mist and slowly landed beside King Chishui.
"You know, there are so many different kinds of people in the world, but I hate one type of person the most." He turned to the other side and laughed softly, gritting his teeth. "Men who have failed their wives are what I hate the most. Because this type of person clearly has the opportunity I dream of, but he just doesn't cherish it..."
The evil face floated in the wind, and his eyeballs were like rising bubbles, rolling up from all parts of his body. They glanced at the Red Water King casually, and just a glance was enough to make him tremble violently.
The raging flames suddenly shrank, jumping unwillingly on the sand.
"Whose fault is it that your wife and children died tragically?"
The Red Water King murmured, "... It's my fault."
"Your country was handed over to someone else, and your loyal subjects were also wiped out. Whose fault is it?"