Chen Wei's tone was gentle.
But the more he spoke, the more Land God Li panicked. He had no desire to become some Loyal Martyr Star Lord or leave a name fragrant for a hundred generations. He only wanted to live.
He had finally managed to cultivate into an immortal and become a local land god.
He was in the prime of his life, at the age to contribute to the living beings of his domain. How could he die?
No!
No!
Land God Li panicked.
His divine soul, which the Turtle-Breathing Spell had securely sealed, actually began to loosen under the force of his terror.
His desperate fear of death reached its peak at that moment.
Chen Wei caught every detail. He raised his right hand and lightly pointed his index finger through the air, sending a strand of Taiyi Immortal Power into the center of Land God Li's brow.
Did Land God Li deserve to die?
For a land god at the very bottom of Southern Jambudvipa's hierarchy, perhaps his crimes did not warrant death.
But his mistake was allowing a moment of greed to draw him into the power struggles among the Heavenly Court's highest ranks.
From the moment he agreed to join the scheme and give false testimony for wealth and promotion, his doom had been sealed.
The Heavenly Court had no room for soft hearts.
Softhearted immortals would sooner or later end up filling the Sea Eye, dragging their subordinates down with them.
"Urgh..." Land God Li suddenly groaned, then opened his eyes. "Lord... Lord Chen!"
Chen Wei sat in his chair without moving a muscle.
He lifted the cup from the tea table beside him and blew at tea leaves that were not there. "Oh my, Lord Li, you're not dead?"
The words did