The Jing Kingdom had reached this point, and Liu Shan bore an enormous share of the blame.
Even if Liu Shan died a hundred times, no one would pity him.
Now everyone wanted to kill Liu Shan, but everyone realized it was too late.
For the same voice echoed in every heart.
The Jing Kingdom was finished...
Liu Shan's words were not merely directed at Fang Yun. They seemed even more directed at Chen Guanhai.
As long as Chen Guanhai abandoned the Jing Kingdom and handed it over to the Wu Kingdom and the Qing Kingdom, he could spend his remaining years peacefully in the Sacred Academy until he died a natural death. If he insisted on fighting Lang Lu's true body to the death, the outcome was all but certain.
Lang Lu was too strong, and Chen Guanhai was too old.
Even the ordinary people of the Jing Kingdom knew that Chen Guanhai had only a few years left to live.
With a thousand fingers pointing at him, Liu Shan's expression did not change. He looked at Fang Yun and said, "Void Sage Fang, if you refuse to leave now, do you mean to turn the tide of battle single-handedly? In the end, you have lost!"
A faint smile appeared on Liu Shan's face, as though he were announcing his own victory.
A flash of ferocity suddenly crossed Fang Yun's eyes, as if he had returned to Ten Cold to slay the Ice Emperor.
Snow drifted through ten li of sky, and the land seemed to plunge into the depths of winter.
Liu Shan recoiled half a step in fright and raised his right hand level before him.
A faint golden glow emanated from his right hand, bearing an intense aura of the Sacred Way that surpassed even the