In the current situation, Si Hong Duo no longer cared whether he lived or died. But the four righteous junior sisters before him...
Before he could finish the thought, Si Hong Duo suddenly felt his control over the Water Mirror Technique slip away!
Before he could react to what the person behind him was trying to do, the scene in the water mirror began to change without a sound.
The vast sky was green as jade. Pei Ling clashed at close quarters with the Emperor, and in an instant, the victor was decided.
The Emperor's blood sprayed across the sky, his aura rapidly waning. His crown shattered with a crash, his imperial robes hung in tatters, and his face looked haggard and wretched.
Knowing he had been defeated, he could not help but look desolate. In front of all of Lan Jing City, the court officials, imperial clansmen, and envoys of the four sects, he fell to his knees and begged for mercy. "The Holy Son's cultivation is unfathomably profound. I—no, this old man is weak and no match for the Holy Son. I am willing to submit. I beg the Holy Son to show mercy and spare this old man's life!"
"This old man is willing to offer up his wife and daughters as slaves and servants, to wait upon the Holy Son!"
Pei Ling stood alone in the sky. White clouds answered his summons, gathering from every direction and swiftly coalescing into a broad throne.
He swept aside his robes and sat down, then said calmly, "Of all the myriad things born beneath Heaven, only humans are most precious."
"The Zhong Kui Clan defied Heaven's mandate and set the scaled beasts on equal footing with the Human Race. Their crimes are grave, and they deserve a thousand deaths!"