Belial, what exactly are you trying to do?!
Zhan Rourou's heart bled. Belial had become a merciless executioner, and with every sentence he carried out, another member of the Zhan Family was beheaded amid cries of despair.
Those heads rolled from the execution platform. Perhaps even before they died, they never understood why they had come to share in glory and wealth, only to lose their lives here.
The remaining members of the Zhan Family erupted into turmoil, especially the family head, Zhan Yuye, whose eyes were bloodshot.
Those were all his family—his grandchildren!
Yet no matter how furiously he roared or tried to resist, in this vast Celestial Realm, someone like him—a half-step Emperor Realm cultivator who had yet to successfully condense a Dharma Idol—was utterly insignificant.
Especially with the avatar of an eighth-realm powerhouse like Belial holding the fort.
He could only watch helplessly as his grandchildren were sent to the execution block one after another.
Overcome by rage, Zhan Yuye fainted several times. Yet the Angel Race's light healing power made even passing out an impossible luxury.
Until all of Zhan Rourou's brothers had been killed, whether they shared the same father or the same mother.
Of the Zhan Family's third generation, only Zhan Rourou remained.
"Your Highness Rourou, you must be happy. I looked into it—these third-generation members of the Zhan Family constantly bullied you in the past. Sooner or later, past wrongs must be settled."
"So, who should be next?"
Zhan Rourou could not answer. Under Belial's oppression, no one could resist.
Those transcendent powerhouses of the Sacred Celestial Realm who had once submitted to her, people of the same generation as the Heavenly Lords, had all vanished today. Some who had wanted to do something for her, such as Frieza and his ilk, had