Three days earlier, Deputy City Lord Zhuang Lou had clutched Sin City's population register in his hands and rushed before the War Chariot, his voice trembling with agitation. "Lord Divine Envoy, the consecutive executions have already claimed over ten thousand lives! Among them are many City Patrol guards from within the government office. Most of them merely performed their duties faithfully—where is the conclusive evidence of 'demon-like suspicion'? If this continues, Sin City's defenses and order will completely collapse! We cannot keep killing, we cannot keep killing!"
"Ignorant fool! A hundred thousand Sky Demons are about to descend upon this world. How do you know that the wretch in the Abyss is the only one?" At the time, the Divine Envoy had violently swept aside the curtain, and the fear and fury he had kept bottled up finally found an outlet. "Is Deputy City Lord Zhuang questioning me? Or perhaps... you and these suspected demons have long been birds of a feather?"
Before his words had faded, he gave Zhuang Lou no chance to defend himself and struck with his palm.
Zhuang Lou was already an entire major realm below the Divine Envoy. He had never expected the Divine Envoy to attack without a word of warning. Caught completely off guard, he saw a flash of golden light, then his chest caved in and blood erupted as he was sent flying.
As he hit the ground, his fingers still clutched the register with deathly force, his knuckles twisted white. He let out a miserable cry. "Unworthy of being a god, unworthy of being a god!"
Afterward, his corpse was pierced through the shoulder blades with iron chains and hung from the South Gate tower. It swayed in the wind for three days, its body stiff and blackened—a warning, a warning