118: Chapter 118 He should have been my best hunting dog
Thirty years passed in the blink of an eye, fleeting and impossible to chase.
Qin Xiaogan sat casually upon a dark throne, his expression lazy, resting his head in boredom with eyes slightly closed, seemingly lost in thought.
Below him, a dense crowd knelt, the atmosphere filled with tension and awe.
They kept their heads bowed, their bodies trembling slightly, not daring to make a single sound, as if terrified of disturbing this exalted ruler.
Qin Xiaogan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the kneeling crowd below like cold lightning.
He moved his lips slightly, his voice low and indifferent.
"What is it?"
However, no one dared to be the first to answer; only a deathly silence spread throughout the space.
The oppressive atmosphere felt as if it could tighten one's heartstrings, making it suffocating.
Just as Qin Xiaogan was growing impatient.
The leader of the Death Clan, his voice trembling slightly, managed to speak clearly enough.
"Your Majesty, I am Feng Du, and I have a major matter to report." Feng Du bowed respectfully.
"Thirty years ago, the Liu Dali to whom you... you personally granted power, has finished submitting one hundred million souls today."
Feng Du raised his head slightly, carefully observing His Majesty's expression as he continued.
"However..."
Just as he finished speaking.
"Boom!" With a loud noise, Feng Du was instantly blasted away by a terrifying mental force.
His body slammed into the distant wall like a cannonball, causing the entire palace to tremble.
Feng Du fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but he disregarded the pain, struggled to get up, and knelt once more in the direction of His Majesty.
Qin Xiaogan watched Feng Du coldly and said indifferently, "Get to the point..." That icy gaze seemed capable of freezing people, sending shivers down their spines.
"Your Majesty, please calm your anger!" Feng Du kept his head low, sweat beads the size of beans rolling down his forehead as he spoke rapidly.
"Liu Dali has converted to Buddhism and is currently working with the anti-imperial organization to fiercely obstruct us."
Qin Xiaogan was not surprised upon hearing this, only nodding slightly, his expression so calm it was unfathomable.
He slowly opened his mouth and said, "He should have been my best hunting dog."
A gleam flashed in Qin Xiaogan's eyes.
He had already guessed Liu Dali's identity.
Unexpected.
The Old Monk who traded his life for the sky was actually a butcher in the past.
A butcher who had killed hundreds of millions of living beings.
It was truly a bit of a surprise.
Just as Qin Xiaogan was preparing to stand up.
His previously chaotic understanding of time in his mind suddenly became clear.
Qin Xiaogan muttered to himself.
"Sword Cultivator Jianxiuzi, First Emperor, The Old Monk, Time King, Qin Family..."
His eyes gradually became bright and profound, as if traversing endless space and time.
"So that's how it is..."
"Bang!" A loud noise came, and the entire space shook.
The aura around Qin Xiaogan instantly became violent, and powerful energy fluctuations spread outward with him at the center.
That surging power was like raging waves, causing the entire space to tremble.
The members of the Death Clan felt this terrifying pressure, their faces turning deathly pale, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
They looked at Qin Xiaogan in terror, their eyes filled with awe and fear.
Just as everyone's hearts were in their throats.
Their god-like, white-haired youth suddenly disappeared into thin air.
Just as if he had never appeared, leaving not a trace behind.
Everyone looked at each other, at a loss.
"This... what on earth is going on?"
A Death Clan member stammered, his voice filled with undisguised panic.
Feng Du widened his eyes, "Everyone don't panic, perhaps His Majesty has more important matters to attend to."
But his own eyes also revealed a trace of confusion and unease.