East Monarch's eyes filled with disbelief.
He could not understand, nor could he figure out why... the person before him had severed his arm.
"How could you be so heartless, A Qiao!"
East Monarch was overcome with sorrow, and a teardrop rolled down his face.
He thought that his Holy Light Eye had not yet exerted its full power.
"I wasn't trying hard enough, which is why you treat me this way."
He was sniveling and weeping, rather like Daiyu from Dream of the Red Chamber.
Qi Yuan was completely speechless. "Bro, let me go. I'll come clean—I didn't believe a single word you said.
Look at the length of my nose.
Please, stop talking. My nose is getting too long!"
At that moment, Qi Yuan was like a child trapped in an elevator, watching a burly man beside him constantly have diarrhea as he helplessly said, "Uncle, stop pooping. I'm scared."
Qi Yuan felt that powerless.
This game's boss aura had all been pooped away by him.
Look at the bosses in other games—who didn't have their own distinctive traits?
The old man on Moon Gazing Continent who never bathed.
The Demoness of Flowing Wind World.
The Yang Spirit father and daughter of Mortal Heart World.
Yet the boss in this game was actually a man...
And the way he spoke was disgustingly revolting.
East Monarch's gaze truly changed at that moment. He looked at Qi Yuan with an odd expression. "Could it be that my words failed to move you?
My story failed to touch you?"
In every Mountains and Seas Scroll quest, in every story, East Monarch had added countless thematic cores for Qi Yuan.
Filial piety, sacrificing one's loved ones to save the world, being torn between loyalty and righteousness.
All of those quests were part