Zeng Yingqi was dead.
It was not Pan Long's martial arts that had killed him, nor the vast Magic Power drawn by his boundless Merit.
The Merit techniques Pan Long had learned from Masters Hui Shan and Ci Ming could only be used to help the world and save lives, not to kill.
His palm strike had done only one thing: erase all the evil from Zeng Yingqi.
Pan Long had thought that if he purged the old man's Evil Aura and malice, turning him back into someone who was, if not good, at least not utterly devoid of conscience, then the weight of everything he had done over the past two hundred years would become more than Zeng Yingqi could bear.
When that happened, Pan Long might not even need to act. Zeng Yingqi would probably end his own life.
A person needed to preserve a little dignity in this world.
Old Zeng was, after all, a renowned master and a towering figure in You Province. One stamp of his foot could shake the whole region.
How could a man like that not grant himself a dignified end?
Someone had come knocking at his door, his misdeeds had been exposed, and his evil plot had come to light. Under those circumstances, wasn't it obvious what a man with any dignity should do?
In his previous life, Pan Long had watched a famous television drama in which the villainous mastermind chose to end his own life, even though he might have been able to brazen it out and flee.
Pan Long had been quite satisfied with that ending.
A man of stature ought to leave himself one last shred of pride and defend his final dignity with his life.
He had thought Zeng Yingqi would do the same—or at least