59: Chapter 59 I Want the Great Zhou to Have No More Feudal Lords

Just as everyone's hearts trembled violently, thinking that Qin Xiaogan was about to start a massacre.

They saw him fix his gaze directly on the hell kitchen knife and say.

"All the souls you have devoured today, spit them all out for me, not a single one left."

At this moment, the hell kitchen knife seemed obviously unhappy; the blade trembled slightly, as if expressing its dissatisfaction.

Subsequently, it seemed to have gained sentience, and it gently nudged Qin Xiaogan in a fawning manner, as if acting coquettishly towards him.

"Hmm?"

The hell kitchen knife shuddered all over.

Instantly, a dazzling blue light surged from its hilt, the radiance as mysterious and profound as the deep ocean.

Wisps of azure light slowly flew out from the hilt, like agile ribbons swirling gently in the air.

Soon, those wisps of azure light began to continuously converge and condense.

Before long, they condensed into faint, flickering souls.

The appearance of these souls gradually became clear, and when seen by the crowd, extremely complex expressions appeared on their faces.

Huo Wushuang widened his eyes even more, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets, his mouth wide open, and his whole body seemed frozen in place, dumbstruck like a wooden chicken.

"How is this possible!?"

"Marquis Wuan, Marquis of Huainan, Director Ma, Demon Lord Jiang, Young Master Li Qingfeng, could it be that all these people..."

Huo Wushuang's eyes were filled with endless fear and shock as he looked directly at his father.

The Marquis of Champions was slowly nodding while sighing heavily.

After receiving an affirmative answer from his father.

Huo Wushuang struggled to swallow, feeling as if his throat were blocked by something.

He was terrified in his heart; just a little more, just a tiny bit more, and his father would have also become one of those many eerie souls.

Thinking of this, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and fine beads of sweat seeped out on his forehead.

The souls stood there with dull expressions, then they stiffly knelt on the ground, like puppets being controlled.

Together, they respectfully said in unison towards Qin Xiaogan: "Master."

Qin Xiaogan looked at this scene indifferently, a hint of coldness revealed in his eyes.

He lifted his chin slightly and scanned the many souls.

The kneeling souls remained motionless, maintaining a respectful posture.

Meanwhile, Huo Wushuang and the Marquis of Champions, watching this eerie scene, were filled with astonishment and fear.

They could not imagine what kind of terrifying power Qin Xiaogan possessed to be able to control these souls.

At this moment, they could only stand there quietly, not daring to even breathe loudly, fearing that they might attract Qin Xiaogan's attention and bring disaster upon themselves.

Qin Xiaogan's gaze lingered on the soul of Director Ma for quite a while, as if he were deep in thought.

Subsequently, an unexpected and hair-raising scene occurred.

Ma Guanhua's soul seemed to be pulled by some invisible force and began to dissipate extremely eerily.

His soul was like sand blown away by the wind, starting to blur from the edges, then disappearing bit by bit.

Soon, his soul completely turned into a wisp of nearly transparent shimmer; that shimmer, as if alive, slowly drifted towards the hell kitchen knife and was eventually absorbed entirely by it.

And right where Ma Guanhua had originally been, several glowing orbs shining with golden light were left behind.

Qin Xiaogan slowly raised his right hand, curled his fingers slightly, and saw those few golden orbs obediently leap into his broad palm.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, examining the orbs in his palm for a moment.

With a thought from Qin Xiaogan, these orbs instantly disappeared, taken into his system space.

Immediately after, Qin Xiaogan spoke slowly to these souls.

"Within one month, I want Great Zhou to have no more marquises."

"..."

As soon as these words were spoken.

The air at the scene seemed to have frozen.

A look of extreme horror flashed in the eyes of Wu Yishui and the others.

And those souls shouted in unison towards Qin Xiaogan with immense fanaticism: "As you command!"

Subsequently, a smile suddenly appeared on Qin Xiaogan's face.

He smiled gently at Li Changtian.

"Tomorrow, I want to hear the news that the entire Li family has been executed."

"Can you do it?"

Li Changtian's soul trembled slightly, then he respectfully said: "Yes!"

Qin Xiaogan suddenly turned his head abruptly, and with eyes like torches, slowly said to the Marquis of Champions.

"You go with him."

Qin Xiaogan's voice was cold and unquestionable.

Upon hearing this, the Marquis of Champions' expression froze in an instant.

Exterminating a family.

Is this a pledge of allegiance?

He finally responded with a bitter smile: "As you command."

Huo Wushuang looked at his aggrieved father, feeling somewhat at a loss for what to do.

His father was the next marquis to reach the king-level after Marquis Zhenguo.

Reaching the quasi-king level within a year.

But now.

He was in such a sorry state.

Huo Wushuang found it hard to accept for a moment.

Qin Xiaogan beckoned to Wu Yishui, signaling her to come over.

Wu Yishui hurriedly walked in front of Qin Xiaogan and said respectfully: "Emperor Qin."

Subsequently, amidst Wu Yishui's suspicious gaze, Qin Xiaogan suddenly reached his hand into his own body.

Immediately after, he took out a glowing orb from his body.

【[A] Space Jump, stripped】

Wu Yishui asked cautiously: "Emperor Qin, this subordinate is a bit confused."

Qin Xiaogan said indifferently: "Don't be impatient."

【Primordial Smelting Furnace】

Immediately, an aura that seemed to come from the ancient primordial era bore down on everyone's heads like Mount Tai.

Everyone felt their entire bodies become incredibly stiff.

The Marquis of Champions' pupils dilated sharply, and he muttered: "As expected of Emperor Qin, his methods are endless."

Soon, a black hole as deep as ink slowly emerged from Qin Xiaogan's right hand.

Subsequently, Qin Xiaogan moved his mind, and took out several glowing orbs from his system space.

Immediately after, he threw all these glowing orbs into the black hole.

After inhaling these glowing orbs, the black hole shuddered slightly.

Before long, the black hole slowly spat out a brand-new glowing orb.

Qin Xiaogan picked up this glowing orb and suddenly thrust it into Wu Yishui's body.

"Ugh..."

A muffled groan involuntarily escaped Wu Yishui's throat, a sound that seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of her soul.

Huo Wushuang looked at Wu Yishui, whose expression was grim, with eyes full of heartache.

Immediately, he asked the Marquis of Champions in a low voice: "Father, what are they doing?"

The Marquis of Champions' expression was grave as he replied: "If I guessed correctly, the glowing orb in Emperor Qin's hand is the Resurrection Factor."

"I'm afraid Emperor Qin is doing this to increase Wu Yishui's abilities...?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Wushuang felt his scalp tingle.

Isn't the Resurrection Factor a gift from the heavens?

How the hell can it just be increased like that?

Watching Wu Yishui, whose complexion was gradually improving, the Marquis of Champions sighed: "Emperor Qin's methods can probably only be explained by gods."

Huo Wushuang nodded in deep agreement.