Your~home~is~gone~now~
Qian Yong drew out the sentence in a winding, sarcastic tone.
The scene before him precisely shattered the dignity Sovereign Zhen had fought to preserve. Instantly, rage surged like a mountain and he flew into a thunderous fury. In a hoarse voice, he said, "A true man may be killed, but never humiliated. Qian Shuhe, you—puh—"
Seeing his face turn visibly blue, his eyes bulge like copper bells, and his expression twist in pain as he clutched his chest, Qian Yong guessed that Sovereign Zhen had been so enraged that his qi had attacked his heart and gotten stuck. He raised a hand and slapped the man between the shoulder blades, pouring Martial Qi into him and forcibly breaking through the blockage.
Accompanied by searing pain, fresh air rushed into his nostrils and soothed the burning in his lungs and organs. He gasped for breath as though he had escaped death, the fingers of both hands braced against the ground trembling uncontrollably. Having brushed past death twice in such a short time, the size of his psychological scars was self-evident. Qian Yong was very dissatisfied with his reaction—
He felt good, but not good enough.
"Why don't you beg this old man?"
Now this was the sort of scene everyone loved in revenge stories.
With the enemy lying there motionless like a dead fish, there was no fun in watching.
Qian Yong practically had the four words "Villain Triumphant" written across his face, making it plain that he had come to amuse himself at the other man's expense. "I'm not like you. Back then, you were cold and heartless, completely disregarding your bond with your fellow student. But how could this old man be such a villain? As long as you speak up, I guarantee I'll spare your life.