Huang Taigu threw back his head and laughed wildly. His savage, arrogant voice shook the entire Execution Platform, and contempt and cruelty nearly spilled from his eyes.
He abruptly released his grip and slammed the Sect Master against the execution pillar. Blood splattered, but he paid it no mind. The Saint Power of a Lower Sage surged unchecked around him, sweeping outward with boundless malice.
"Here in Pale Moon, I am heaven!"
"My word is law. I hold life and death in my hands. If I am displeased, even a breeze blowing through this world is guilty!"
"You lowly wretches live only if I let you live. If I tell you to kneel, you kneel. Dare to rebel, and none of you deserves to live!"
"Today, I'll behead every last one of you rebellious curs, flay you, tear out your sinews, and hang your corpses for all to see!"
"Let's see who dares defy me after that. Let's see who dares utter even half a word of dissent!"
"Guards, execute them! Cut off their heads one by one and display them before the Pale Moon Hall to strike fear into the whole world!"
At his harsh command, several hunched Pale Moon Envoys wreathed in Evil Aura stepped slowly onto the platform, bloodstained Ghost-Head Blades in hand.
The blades still bore the caked blood of past massacres and reeked nauseatingly of gore. The envoys drew closer, step by step, to the twenty-nine leaders bound in chains.
Those tied to the execution pillars closed their eyes. Not a trace of fear showed on their faces, only grief and bitter unwillingness.
Below the platform, tens of thousands of Pale Moon's people trembled as tears poured down their faces. They could only clamp their hands over their mouths, not daring to make a sound.