Chapter 1622: No Martial Virtue
“You are the Great Emperor of Fengdu and a man of epic cultivation, senior. Why torment the common people and the innocent? You’ll become the laughing stock of the world at this rate!”
His strength wasn’t enough, so he could only try using his mouth and persuade the Great Emperor of Fengdu.
“You are the reason behind their suffering.”
The Great Emperor of Fengdu said icily, “I told you that I would make you wish you were dead. Physical torment is inferior, but spiritual torment is superior.”
“I will take you and these people into my Endless Hell. I will have them scream forever in your ears so that you would live in regret and hatred forever. I will inflict eternal torment upon your soul.”
“Hahahaha...”
As he laughed, the god demon in the sky stretched its arms wide and descended from the sky. It looked like it was planning to embrace the entire imperial capital.
If it succeeded, then the entire imperial capital would turn into an Endless Hell.
“You piece of shit! How despicable!”
Negotiation failed, so it was time to use force.
Ye Qing let out an angry shout while his heart was full of anger. He bent his knees slightly, and the surrounding space slowly sank like the surface of a lake. At the same time, dull rumbles were occurring underneath Ye Qing’s feet non-stop.
When the rumbles grew so rapid that they transformed into a unified, indistinguishable cacophony of noises, and Ye Qing’s aura had climbed to the peak, he shot up toward the sky like an arrow. He was overflowing with the fist intent that would annihilate all things and fist force as torrential as a river.