Jiang Yang would indeed not kill the mortal before him, whom he considered the most clamorous of all, out of anger.
He was no bloodthirsty man.
Still, this fellow had actually dared to offend him and kept stubbornly insisting on beheading Aurora, annoying him to no end. He was not that good-tempered, either.
Jiang Yang glanced at the fellow, sensed that familiar aura on him, and had an idea.
His expression did not change; a hint of a smile even appeared on his face.
"Mortal, whether I am a god is something you and your ancestors should know better than anyone."
"What? How could I possibly know?"
Gene I was bewildered.
Ignoring his reaction, Jiang Yang reached out and pointed at him.
A golden light suddenly appeared over Gene I.
Soon, a white-gold sword tip began flickering in and out of sight behind Gene.
An intense sensation of something being drawn out arose within Gene I.
He could clearly feel something incomparably important being stripped away forever.
A feeling of utter emptiness swelled without limit in the depths of his soul.
He knew that the Sacred Relic passed down by his ancestors was leaving him!
"What did you do?"
At last, Gene I could no longer suppress his panic and fear. Kingdom, reputation, power-none of those mattered. Only this Sacred Relic, passed down since the time of King Lieyang, was the true treasure of their Royal Family.
And today, it was actually going to leave him!
"Stop! You actually mean to steal my Sacred Relic by such despicable means!"
"This is the sacred treasure handed down by my ancestors!"
Gene I mustered every ounce of his strength, yet still could not stop it, and cried out in grief and fury.
He felt his aura, originally at the Emperor-Rank Third Step,