Someone had even brought troops to attack you and destroy your dream.
Killing him might send the enemy's morale plummeting, allowing you to break out and snatch victory from defeat.
Now that very man had placed his neck beneath your blade.
Would you strike?
Of course you would.
That was exactly what King Pingling thought, and he swung his blade down instinctively.
No blood spattered, only a few wisps of black vapor.
Shen Gongbao's head parted from his body, but his body remained standing. Just as his head was about to hit the ground, it suddenly rose.
The flying head frightened King Pingling into collapsing onto the ground. The guards beside him retreated several steps as well, holding their swords across their bodies and trembling from head to toe.
The head circled through the air. Even his allies, the deputy general, Wu Shu, and the others, could only stare up blankly.
The airborne head opened and closed its mouth, declaring in a ringing voice:
"I am the Imperial Preceptor of Great Shang-"
"Shen Gongbao-"
Only then did Shen Gongbao give King Pingling his answer.
He pronounced "Imperial Preceptor of Great Shang" one word at a time, leaving an impression even deeper than his name.
After cultivating for thousands of years, Shen Gongbao could finally hold his head high and breathe freely for the first time in his life. He believed this would not be the last.
Because he was the Imperial Preceptor of Great Shang!
King Pingling fell backward, his limbs sprawled out.
Whether fright had killed him or despair had extinguished his heart no longer mattered.
Shen Gongbao reattached his head and tucked his hands back into his sleeves.
Everyone saw it, anyway.
King Pingling struck first. He even cut my head off. I merely retaliated within reason.
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