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Standing before Zimo, Deng Kun, and Lang Bai, King Jin Chang trembled.

Sweat dripped from his forehead as his heart pounded heavily against his chest.

As the King of the human kingdom, his cultivation level was high—probably the highest in the kingdom.

He had reached the extreme peak of the Grandmaster realm, seeking a way to break through to the next realm.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Unfortunately, the human race had no knowledge of what lay beyond the Grandmaster realm.

Nevertheless, the peak of the Grandmaster realm had always been sufficient to dominate and control everyone.

But now, standing before these three men, he realized that the Grandmaster realm was insignificant.

Despite his noble aura as king, it paled in comparison to theirs.

Deep within his heart, he felt utterly inferior, as though he were nothing more than a mere servant in their presence.

Confused and shocked, he couldn't comprehend what was happening.

Unknown to him, this was the influence of the Pagoda Bloodline—a superior and unmatched lineage.

Finally, the silence was broken as Zimo spoke. "Do you have anything to say?"

King Jin Chang didn't respond immediately. Instead, he fell to his knees.

"P-Please, don't kill my family," he pleaded, his voice trembling.

From the moment Zimo and his men arrived, he had known his fate was sealed.

Yet, he held onto a sliver of hope that his harem and clan might be spared from the wrath of the store.

Zimo didn't respond immediately. Instead, he turned his head, gazing in a certain direction.

Behind the palace's grand hall lay a magnificent courtyard where the entire Jin clan had gathered.

They wore pensive expressions, and no one dared to make a sound.

Suddenly, they felt a powerful presence surround them, and they shivered in fear.

Many tried to pinpoint the source but failed. When their thoughts turned to the three men in the grand hall, their hearts pounded even harder.

Are we going to be killed?

Is our fate already sealed?

Regret and despair were etched on their faces as they hoped for salvation.

But deep down, they all knew the truth: no one was coming to save them.

Back in the grand hall, Zimo retracted his gaze and spoke casually.

"All the men above the age of twenty will pay for your betrayal."

Ba-doom!

King Jin Chang's heart sank. He knew there was nothing he could do.

"My Lord, thank you for your grace," he said, his voice heavy with despair.

"So, are you going to do it, or should we?" Zimo asked coldly.

"I will…" Jin Chang replied, his voice dropping to a whisper.

Twenty minutes later, a miserable wail echoed through the palace.

Mothers and children cried for their lost loved ones, their grief filling the air.

Everywhere was consumed by sorrow.

The guards watched silently, their faces pale. A cold shiver ran down their spines as they realized the extent of the store's wrath.

No one dared to move or make a sound.

From the moment the three men arrived, they knew nothing good would come of it.

And they were right.

Suddenly, a terrifying pressure spread across the imperial capital, sending waves of fear through everyone's hearts.

A powerful voice echoed in the sky:

"Everyone, come to the palace immediately."

For a moment, the capital fell silent. Pedestrians froze in place, confusion etched on their faces.

But this silence lasted only a minute before people began rushing toward the palace.

In less than half an hour, thousands had gathered.

They stared at the three young men standing in front of the grand hall, with the king standing meekly behind them.

The sight confused and shocked many.

Even some court officials couldn't believe their eyes.

Still, no one dared speak.

Looking at the multitude of people, Zimo stepped forward.

"We know many of you are confused," he began, his voice low yet commanding.

"The humans have been at war with the Necoris for many years. But do you know why we've always been losing? Why the Necoris have never attacked your major cities?"

Silence filled the air as everyone stared at Zimo, waiting for him to continue.

"Your king has been colluding with the enemy, sacrificing your loved ones so he could enjoy his pathetic, so-called peace." Experience new tales on empire

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

"Normally, we wouldn't care about such things. But he dared to plot against the store."

His voice rose an octave, and a horrifying pressure shook the air.

The crowd collectively shivered, looking at Zimo as though he were a deity.

In the face of such power, what did mere martial artists amount to?

Zimo ignored their gazes and continued.

"No one dares plot against the Celestial Heavenly Store and lives to tell the tale.

"We've destroyed the Necoris capital. Now, we are here. Your king must pay for his sins."

He turned to King Jin Chang and demanded authoritatively, "Do you have anything to say?"

Under the piercing gazes of thousands, King Jin Chang trembled, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

Shaking his head, he replied, "I am guilty of betraying my people. I have nothing to say."

Hearing this, the people widened their eyes in shock.

Even though they were in awe of Zimo's power, they didn't believe their king would betray them to the Necoris.

Perhaps he was being coerced.

But after hearing his confession, the previously silent crowd erupted in anger.

They had trusted their king and been willing to die for their land.

And for what?

The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies.

It is he who wears the mask of loyalty that betrays you first.

Indeed, their king had been the first to betray them.

"DIE!" an aged woman screamed, her eyes red with tears and fury.

"KILL HIM!"

"KILL HIM!"

The crowd began chanting, their voices echoing in the sky like thunder.

When they thought of all they had lost to the endless war, their pain was immeasurable.

The only thing that could quench their rage now was the death of the king.

Hearing their cries, King Jin Chang's soul trembled.

He had thought these weak commoners were nothing but ants compared to the royal house.

But now, he realized how wrong he was.

Suddenly, an invisible force threw him into the raging crowd.

With his cultivation sealed, he could only watch helplessly as he fell into a sea of angry faces.

They had turned into hyenas, ready to tear him apart.