"Eh?!"
The system prompt sounded, meaning King Luolong had truly fallen! Killing King Luolong so smoothly, coupled with such an enormous surprise, left Jian Shang stunned for a moment, finding it somewhat hard to believe.
King Luolong, who had previously cowed the battlefield, possessed the rare and powerful blood-commanding divine ability, and was practically immortal—had he really died just like that?
That peerless tyrant who had been brimming with lofty ambitions, who had started the National War and invaded China at the first opportunity, vowing to expand his territory and forge an eternal hegemony—had he really died just like that?
He had died so miserably...
Because ever since King Luolong accepted the Devouring Heaven Tiger King's fusion, he was no longer King Luolong. He was a king at the end of his road, a king who had bent his knee to fate...
At the moment King Luolong was slain, what Jian Shang saw was not his unwillingness, regret, or sorrow, but a strange sense of relief!
The desolation of a king at the end of days!
If King Luolong had felt even the slightest remorse as he fell, it should not have been remorse for invading China, but remorse for lowering his proud kingly head before life and death!
Expanding territory was originally the path of a king's rise, something that had to be done. There was nothing blameworthy about it, nor was there any good, evil, right, or wrong!
The victor became king, the loser became bandit—no complaints, no regrets!
Even if one's body died and soul scattered, there should be no complaints or regrets. That was what made a king!
"Huan Martial Guards!"
His sentiment lasted only an instant. Jian Shang swiftly responded to the system, with no time to think further. He swung the Scarlet Sky Sword,