After the Nine Phoenixes departed, the powerful figures from every side, overt and hidden alike, also dispersed.
Tiny Li Kingdom possessed a vast emptiness.
Ge Fei knelt on the long street, clutching his face as his mournful crying continued, ignored by all.
Those capable of influencing him could not be bothered with him. Those incapable of influencing him did not dare bother with him.
The sobbing on the long street did not cease; the heavens would not clear, and the drizzle would not stop.
At a certain moment, Ge Fei suddenly felt very cold.
He slowly lowered his hands, pitiful as a withered thorn tree. Several crimson drops stained the pooled water on the ground—his bloody tears.
He blinked hard, and in the standing water, saw a reflection—
It was a tall, powerfully built man. His face was like light and fire, impossible to look upon directly.
Ge Fei sprang up, trying to flee, but in that instant lost all his strength. He raised his head in horror and saw only a palm pressing endlessly downward—the edge of that palm seemed to be the end of the universe, while within it stretched Mountains and Rivers without limit.
Yet the passersby on the long street saw only Ge Fei, that heinous True Lord, his Dao body swelling round and flattening thin by turns as an invisible giant hand kneaded him however it pleased.
Crack, crack—his bones exploded.
Gurgle, gurgle—his blood flowed without end.
Before the horrified eyes of the crowd, Ge Fei threw back his head—
His already grotesque features grew even uglier. His nose rose high, his nostrils spread wider and wider, and his lips turned outward. Two lumps emerged from his head, from which curled, ridged horns grew!
His kneeling body swelled as well, bursting apart his scholar's robe