"I-I'll talk, I'll talk! Please... stop!" Zhenwang screamed from the bottom of his lungs, his body covered in blood, his legs and arms turned into a bloody mess.
Despite the horrible sight, Qingyi's eyes didn't even twitch, they were filled with coldness and murderous intent.
"Go on." Qingyi spoke, throwing an inferior healing pill towards the man, who devoured it as if it were the best delicacy of his life.
The dignity and pride of a king and expert of the Golden Core Realm were gone.
The pain had erased all that.
Catching his breath and calming his spiritual energy, Zhenwang sighed heavily, finally feeling some relief from the pain. Raising his vision, he faced Qingyi.
"You're right, my family has been hunting down all the priestesses who come to this place since the sealing of the lightning spirit... After that happened, our power was tied with the temple, but with the support of the nobility, we got the upper hand.
