Royal power was never eternal, and neither was an individual life.
The greedy ones of Blood Feast had forcibly absorbed other lives into themselves for their own immortality and evolution. In gaining cheap power, they had long since lost the bottom line of being human.
Perhaps some people did not think that bottom line mattered much.
But once you no longer recognized yourself as human, society would no longer accept you as one either.
An existence like Blood Feast had been destined for self-destruction from the very beginning. Meeting a bad end was not merely a figure of speech, but a fact.
"You see your fellow kind as bread, but you couldn't have been born from nothing, could you? In your eyes, are your parents, relatives, and friends also bread?"
The moment "Mr. An Nan" appeared, he asked that vicious criminal a strange question.
It was something he had always been curious about.
But his previous position had made it difficult for him to ask.
"Parents... Of course they're family. But friends? We don't have friends. We are beings beyond mortals. Only the same kind are worthy of communication..."
Zhao Yan had not had time to react, but his mouth moved first.
"Oh, I see. Some of you still retain morality and a human sense of self, while others have completely stopped treating themselves as human. Looks like it varies from person to person. In that case, I really was a little biased before. You're all scum, but some are especially scummy."
Surrounded by soldiers and warriors, Mr. An Nan calmly conversed with the heinous criminal on the battlefield as if nothing were amiss.
"...I... What did you do to me?!" The rasp in his voice was so dry that even he could not accept it.
"Just checking how weak