Standing before King Amos, Tian Renmu appeared utterly calm...just as calm as King Amos.
His head hung low, and there was not the slightest trace of color left in his body. Even the blood from his slit wrist had pooled at the wound for a long time without dripping.
"I believe you can still hear me." Tian Renmu spoke directly. "You should at least give me some response, Your Majesty."
King Amos indeed moved.
He slowly raised his head, but his eyes had already sunk deeply into their sockets. He looked like an old man on the verge of death.
He had once been a handsome, vigorous middle-aged man, but now his hair had turned completely white.
"You...want me to give you what response?"
King Amos's voice was not loud, but it was steady...Tian Renmu could even see that the light in His Majesty's eyes was not weakening. Instead, it was filled with a strange vitality.
"For example, you should put up a little resistance." Tian Renmu swung his sword directly, laying the blade against King Amos's neck.
King Amos looked at him calmly.
"At a time like this, I should probably say something." Tian Renmu suddenly said, "But whether I say it or not, the result is the same. There's no need to say more, is there?"
King Amos suddenly said, "Look at me. I'm about to die."
"Dying on your own and being killed by my hand are naturally different." Tian Renmu chuckled. His wrist flicked, and the sword swept naturally toward King Amos's neck.
This sword was not one of the world's Three Divine Weapons, but it was still a rare sharp weapon. With Tian Renmu's swordsmanship, cutting through metal and jade was as easy as drinking water. Cutting off a neck would be even simpler.
"Stop--!"