Xia Ming felt not the slightest pity for Tang San, who had already gone mad.
He stood before Tang San, looking down at this once-overbearing God King from above.
Tang San's hair was disheveled now, his eyes hollow, drool hanging from the corner of his mouth as he kept muttering under his breath.
"I want to reincarnate... I want to find Xiao Wu..."
The dignity and pride that had once belonged to a God King had vanished without a trace.
All that remained was a wretch utterly crushed by regret and despair.
If he had known it would come to this, why had he done it in the first place?
No ripple stirred in Xia Ming's heart.
He had seen far too many endings like this.
Those who stopped at nothing for ambition often ended up abandoned by everyone in the end.
Tang San was not the first, and he would not be the last.
It was just that the price paid for Tang San's ambition had been far too heavy.
His daughter's soul had been divided, his wife had taken her own life, and his reputation of countless years had been destroyed in an instant.
But all of this was nothing more than the bitter fruit he had brewed with his own hands.
Xia Ming hesitated no longer. He simply appeared in front of Tang San.
He raised his hand and struck Tang San's crown with his palm.
That palm strike seemed casual, but it contained power enough to annihilate everything.
The instant the palm wind fell, Tang San's body suddenly went rigid.
In those hollow eyes, a trace of clarity seemed to flash.
Perhaps, at the final moment of his life, he finally realized all the wrongs he had committed and saw clearly the absurdity of his life.