Chaotic Hua City, a shattered long street.
At the point where countless gazes converged, Zheng Chaoyang—broad and powerful, like a mountain range—knelt amid a great swath of flaking petals of blood and qi.
It was an extraordinarily shocking sight.
Those present, witnessing this scene, left the entire Upper City silent.
Even Zheng Chaoyang, commander of mighty armies and a Divine Presence Realm cultivator, had been reduced to this, utterly unable to fight back from beginning to end. Who else in all Blessed Nation could stand against him?
The other Yanluo Kings were naturally cowed by Yin Guan's might.
Even the most savage King Wuguan had initially wanted to offer a reminder, hoping their leader would not play Zheng Chaoyang's body into ruin and impair her use of it—her lips moved a few times, but in the end, she did not dare speak.
The one who spoke at this moment was Zhao Che.
"I hope you won't mind me reminding you of something," he said. "Aside from you and your subordinates, General Zheng is Blessed Nation's only Divine Presence Realm cultivator. If you want to rule this country well, to realize your ambitions and ideals, then you should not kill him."
Yin Guan's gaze moved away from Zheng Chaoyang, who was nearly a ruined man, and settled on Zhao Che.
Zhao Che could fully feel that terror of his heart suddenly being clenched tight.
He felt like a drowning man on the verge of suffocation, knowing full well that there was not even a straw within reach!
But what rang through his heart was his old father's voice—
"Remember every word I told you! Not one word, not one shift in tone, can be wrong. Whether you live or die will depend on how you perform that day. Che'er... Che'er! You