125: Chapter 125 Three Questions
【Time will not give you the answer, but the answer is in time.】
Qin Xiaogan swung his right hand violently; the movement was fast as lightning, carrying the momentum of a thunderbolt.
Before the Time King could react, it was instantly struck toward the ground by Qin Xiaogan.
The Time King's body was like a kite with a broken string, plummeting rapidly, the howling wind raging in its ears.
"Bang!"
The Time King slammed heavily into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
It felt as if its internal organs had been displaced, and excruciating pain instantly spread throughout its entire body.
The Time King struggled to lift its head, its hair sticking to its face in a mess, looking up at Qin Xiaogan in the air with a complex gaze.
"Humanity's conjectures were all wrong... You cannot be killed at all." Its voice was hoarse and weak, as if it had exhausted its last ounce of strength.
Qin Xiaogan descended slowly from the air, his posture as majestic as a god, every step he took seemingly carrying invisible pressure.
The surrounding air seemed to become heavy because of his arrival.
He walked in front of the Time King and looked down at it, his eyes devoid of any pity.
Despair gradually spread across the Time King's stunningly beautiful face.
That despair spread like a plague, eroding every inch of its skin, and its once-bright eyes now became dull and lifeless.
It stared intently at Qin Xiaogan's black-and-white pupils, its vermilion lips parting slightly.
"Father Emperor, you granted me life, and now you want me to die?"
"You bestowed vitality upon the world, and now you want to personally bestow death?"
"Humanity grew up under your wings, yet now it has been destroyed by you several times."
Qin Xiaogan listened to the Time King's three questions in silence, his expression blank.
He was like a cold sculpture, with no emotional fluctuations appearing on his face.
After a moment.
He slowly squatted down, his movements steady and deliberate, and used his hand to lift its chin; that hand was slender and powerful.
"Did you get something wrong?" His voice was low and cold.
"It should be me asking you instead."
After speaking.
Qin Xiaogan exerted force suddenly, tearing off the Time King's arm in an extremely brutal and cruel manner.
Instantly, blood splattered, the crimson blood blooming like magnificent, blood-colored flowers, scattering wantonly in the air.
The Time King screamed in pain, its voice shrill.
"I ask, you answer."
"One question, one body part."
Qin Xiaogan's voice was like the low, eerie whisper of a devil in one's ear.
The Time King's face was deathly pale, devoid of color, with beads of sweat as large as beans rolling down its forehead.
It looked at Qin Xiaogan in terror, its body trembling uncontrollably, and it nodded hurriedly.
Qin Xiaogan's gaze was like a torch. "Where do I come from?"
"Why is a piece of my soul missing?"
"Why can humanity revive?"
The Time King's lips trembled. "I... I don't know..." Its voice shook violently, filled with extreme fear and panic.
Qin Xiaogan raised an eyebrow, a flash of ruthlessness crossing his eyes.
"Crack!"
Accompanied by this heart-stopping sound, the Time King's other arm was also ruthlessly broken by Qin Xiaogan.
The Time King's scream resounded through the entire space again, its body convulsing violently from the excruciating pain.
"Born as a Child of Time, you don't know?" Qin Xiaogan's voice was like ice, devoid of any warmth.
The Time King gasped for air, its eyes beginning to lose focus. "I... I really... really don't know."
Qin Xiaogan leaned down slightly, getting close to the Time King. "Then you had better think carefully."
"My patience is limited."
At this moment, the surrounding air seemed to have solidified, with only the sound of the Time King's painful gasps remaining.
Just as Qin Xiaogan was about to lose patience and prepare to finish off the Time King.
His hand was already raised high, radiating a chilling aura.
The Time King's weak voice suddenly rang out, sounding as if it were squeezed out from the depths of a shattered soul.
"I only know that you in the past were not like this..."
Its words were intermittent, filled with endless sorrow and deep attachment.
Qin Xiaogan's movements paused slightly.
"..."