"Enough!"
Su She's fate was already sealed.
Beneath Qin Zhizhen's blade, this King Yanluo had not the slightest chance of preserving his life.
As for True Ksitigarbha's protection... King Zhuanlun could die then as he had a few days ago, and King Yanluo could still die the same way.
Perhaps the people of Qin Kingdom were still somewhat unfamiliar with the current True Ksitigarbha, but replicating Jiang's handiwork and keeping this Venerable God within the rules posed no pressure at all.
Jiang Wang had always remembered how Yin Guan had saved his life outside Linzi City.
Naturally, he had not forgotten from whose hands that life had been saved—if Yin Guan had arrived one step later, he would have become a pile of minced flesh outside Linzi City, a testament to Su She's martial might.
Though he now stood at such heights, looking down upon Su She as upon an ant, and could crush a mere King Yanluo with one finger, he would not claim to have forgotten the fear of that weak Jiang Wang.
It was precisely those moments of fear that drove him to climb forever, that kept him from daring to slacken.
To forget the past was to betray oneself.
That day, he had said, "I never want to lie on the ground and wait to die again."
He had spent immense effort overcoming how he had felt then, spent countless days and nights shedding that sense of helplessness. Now, he believed he had done it.
"Seems King Biancheng has no feelings for his colleagues either," Yin Guan said teasingly.
Jiang Wang remained utterly unmoved. "Qin Zhizhen is my colleague too."
"I'd forgotten!" Yin Guan slapped his forehead. "You eat from both the black and white roads—killing constables and bandits alike."
Jiang Wang raised his eyes. "What