The Ten Kings of Xuanwu

Before him stood the Inheritance Disciple known as King Jia.

Though he was only at the Golden Core Peak, even ordinary Nascent Soul True Lords had to bow their heads before him, not daring to claim seniority. Even setting aside every matter of status, it was still so.

"Since,"

"you know that you have violated military law,"

the golden-armored giant stared at the blue-robed Golden Core cultivator kneeling before him. No one knew what he was thinking. After a long while, he said faintly, "then you shall be dealt with according to my military law."

"How?"

"Inheritance Disciples who violate it must take their own lives."

Someone spoke in a deep voice.

"Then let it be so."

The golden-armored giant said indifferently.

"I will report to the Heavenly Palace that you died bravely in battle. Compensation will be granted to your Lineage and descendants. You will not have died in vain."

"Inheritance Disciple, spare me! Please let me die as a vanguard soldier..."

The blue-robed Golden Core cultivator was terrified, yet he did not dare resist. He repeatedly kowtowed and begged for mercy.

The surrounding Golden Core cultivators were likewise horrified.

The Heavenly Palace's military law was indeed harsh, but it was not so severe that a Golden Core Peak cultivator would be executed merely for speaking out. Such cruelty was rare even throughout the entire Heavenly Palace.

"I offered you dignity, but since you do not want it, then forget it."

Impatience appeared on the golden-armored giant's face. He shook his head slightly, as though an irritating fly were buzzing before him, and brought down his palm.

A palm shadow flew from his hand.

In the next instant, it expanded to dozens of zhang in size, all five fingers complete, its palm lines as clear as ravines. Golden light