Countless sharp Law Artifacts pierced his body, slicing away his flesh bit by bit, subjecting him to death by a thousand cuts!
The Law Power he relied on swiftly dissipated with those falling scraps of flesh.
All the Dharma Methods he had learned and the Dao Opportunities he had comprehended were rapidly forgotten.
His cultivation realm kept falling as well.
Nascent Soul perfection... Nascent Soul middle stage... Gold Core... Qi Refining...
The despair of his falling realm, the pain and helplessness of being bound and cut to pieces... everything intertwined, and Yang Que's heart collapsed in an instant!
At that moment, those bewitching, crimson eyes replayed endlessly in his memory, as though they would brand themselves into his heart.
They also brought endless darkness.
"What... what was the point of living?"
In the darkness, he tremblingly extended his hand and slowly closed it around his own throat...
"Dad, why... why isn't he moving?!"
Wang Yi'an stared into the distance in astonishment.
There, the imperial capital's attendant Yang Que, whose overwhelming pressure had nearly left him unable to breathe moments ago, now stood rooted to the spot, his eyes vacant and filled with boundless terror.
Yang Que's hand trembled incessantly, involuntarily condensing another golden dragon phantom, but that golden dragon phantom was actually aimed at his own body.
Yet the golden dragon phantom struggled in terror, trying with all its strength to resist.
The entire scene was incongruous and eerie, chilling to behold.
Wang Yi'an involuntarily turned to look at his father. At that moment, even his shock was gone, leaving only a blank mind.
After years of tempering in the West Sea Kingdom, he was no longer the ignorant boy he had once been. How could he fail to see that this arrogant Yang Que's bizarre condition was precisely