The main gate of the imperial palace.
Xiao Liang, dressed in plain white and dazed beyond sense, was escorted out by two Six Jia Divine Soldiers and led onto the execution platform.
The platform had been built high, commanding a view of the densely packed crowd below.
Xiao Liang's ash-gray eyes shifted, and he suddenly regained a trace of awareness. "I... I'm going to die?"
"You lowly rabble, you actually voted to send me to my death?"
"You should be killed!"
"All of you should be killed!"
Xiao Liang wanted to curse at these lowly wretches who had not only voted to condemn him, but had also come to enjoy the spectacle of his beheading. Yet he found that his throat was so dry he did not have even a shred of strength left.
He forced his head to one side and saw, in the execution supervisor's seat, the nightmare that had haunted his entire life. Suddenly, he no longer wanted to say anything.
"The hour has come. Execute him!"
Aaron tossed down an execution token.
The executioner was also a Six Jia Divine Soldier. Otherwise, no one would have dared to cut off Xiao Liang's head.
Upon receiving the order, it did not hesitate in the slightest and brought its blade down.
Pfft!
Xiao Liang's head fell, and blood spurted forth like a fountain.
The commoners below cried out in alarm, as though awakening from a dream back into reality.
Only then did they realize that the old emperor did not seem all that different from them... Before this, he had merely been a pale-faced middle-aged man!
Even the Son of Heaven, a true dragon, would lose his head to a single stroke!
It could be said that this had been Aaron's greatest purpose.
With this performance, he ruthlessly