Pfft—
As the blade rose and fell, a head went rolling across the ground.
It struck the muddy earth and bounced slightly.
Even at the moment his head was separated from his body, the man's face still held three parts madness and seven parts fanaticism. His eyes were bright, brimming with confidence in the Northern Desert and hatred and disgust toward Shen Tang and the others. Shen Tang sucked her palm inward, and the blade that had taken his head flew back automatically.
She wiped the blood from the blade with a handkerchief.
Without even sparing him an extra glance, she said, "Heaven's Mandate is supreme. The saying 'Heaven's Mandate lies in the north' does have some truth to it. But Kang Country is also on the Northwest Continent. How do you know Heaven's Mandate doesn't lie with Kang Country instead? I accept your blessing, but I'll still gladly take your head."
Then her gaze swept over the other prisoners, who were trembling like quails. Clapping her hands, she praised them, "Your courage is commendable. I've always admired men of loyalty and unyielding integrity. To defend the glory of your people even when facing life and death—your spirit and actions both deserve commendation."
The prisoners on death row came to their senses from their panic.
Then they sank into even greater despair.
Shen Tang's tone was so sarcastic that no matter how they listened, it didn't sound as though she intended to spare them. She had clearly developed murderous intent! Everyone cursed the man from before in their hearts! If there had been even a sliver of hope at the beginning—the Northwest countries had accepted Northern Desert prisoners who pledged allegiance before, after all, depending only on whether the price was sufficient—then after being dragged through this by their useless