Wenzhong Severed the Path, Great Shang Wept

Wenzhong Severed His Dao, Grieving for Great Shang. The sovereign and his minister faced off in the court, deadlocked for a full quarter of an hour. Neither yielded so much as half a step.

The pressure in the great hall was heavy, and silence reigned. Every civil and military official held their breath, not one daring to break the deadly stalemate.

Just as the situation stood on the brink of collapse, Wenzhong suddenly moved.

He stepped out from the ranks of ministers and descended the vermilion steps one at a time, his palm clenched tightly around the King-Whipping Whip. The dark whip faintly gleamed with an icy light, its killing intent rushing straight at them.

Seeing this, Di Xin, seated high upon the throne, felt his heart inexplicably shudder as his entire body went rigid.

The shadows buried deep in his childhood instantly surged forth.

As a child, he had been unruly, and this King-Whipping Whip had disciplined and chastised him more times than he could count. Though Wenzhong had never again inflicted punishment after he came of age, that bone-deep fear had never faded.

At the mere sight of this divine whip, more than half the bearing of the Human Emperor around him crumbled of its own accord.

But at the thought of the alluring Daji by his side in the harem, Di Xin gritted his teeth until he bit through his tongue. Using the stab of pain, he forcibly suppressed the cowardice in his heart and barely maintained the majesty of a king.

By then, Wenzhong had already arrived before You Hun, who was kneeling prostrate on the ground.

No one had expected that, at such a crucial moment in his confrontation and deadlock with the Human Emperor, he would suddenly strike at a mere treacherous minister.

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