Xia Ming felt not the slightest pity for Tang San, who had already gone mad.
He stood before Tang San, looking down from above at this once-unrivaled God-King.
Tang San's hair was disheveled now, his eyes hollow, drool hanging from the corner of his mouth as he kept muttering nonstop.
"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 pitiful 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?
Not a single 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 Tang San had paid for his ambition was far too terrible.
His daughter's soul had been split apart, his wife had taken her own life, and the reputation he had built over 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 no longer hesitated. He simply appeared in front of Tang San.
He raised his hand and struck his palm down on the crown of Tang San's head.
That palm strike seemed casual and understated, yet it contained power enough to annihilate everything.
The instant the palm wind descended, Tang San's body suddenly stiffened.
In those hollow eyes, a trace of clarity seemed to flash.
Perhaps in the final moment of his life, he finally realized all the mistakes he had