"A bunch of mud-legged peasants!"
"And you dare dream of overthrowing the Heavenly Court? Do you even deserve it?!"
Shouxing slashed Zhong Kui across the back, but Zhong Kui seemed to have completely stopped breathing, lying motionless.
Shouxing ignored it. Every time he cursed, he struck Zhong Kui with another slash.
"Madmen!"
"Worthless trash, no better than ants!"
"And you still think you can change the outcome?"
Shouxing struck him again and again, eventually abandoning the blade altogether and kicking Zhong Kui instead.
At last, the cane embedded in the ground loosened.
It toppled over.
Dragging Zhong Kui's body by the hand, Shouxing did not bother cutting it off. He let Zhong Kui leave a trail of blood across the ground as he headed toward Du Ziren.
"Today, This Immortal will make you watch with your own eyes as the people you protected are killed by me!"
"A pack of ants!"
Shouxing continued to curse.
Meng Po did not even bother arguing anymore. Her eyelids drooped as she looked at Zhong Kui on the ground, her expression somewhat desolate.
"Lu Qing."
"I don't believe you couldn't have foreseen this."
"No matter what calculations you had, if you deliberately chose to stand by and do nothing..."
"Those who kill my kin must be killed."
"All plans must rest on the premise that our own people cannot be harmed."
"I hope... I hope I'm overthinking it."
Meng Po murmured to herself.
No one knew what she was thinking.
Zhong Kui had already done what he needed to do. Though all energy had drained from Meng Po's body, making it difficult for her to even move...
She was still the only living person left here.
With a sigh, Meng Po braced herself against a stone and shakily rose to her feet. But before