The Saint King gasped and quickly steadied himself by grabbing a nearby tree, only then regaining his composure. Otherwise, he felt he might actually have collapsed. To be honest, his legs felt weak now, and his shins felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, making it feel almost impossible to walk. He was utterly terrified because the condition Ye Qingtao had given him was far too harsh. He could not bear to kill his precious disciple, yet that same disciple had indeed caused a massive disaster. However, if he did not kill his disciple, Ye Qingtao would kill him instead. This left him caught in a dilemma, trapped between two impossible choices with no good way out—it was quite simply the hardest decision in the world. For a moment, he felt completely hopeless. But after a moment, he suddenly flew into a rage out of shame, his eyes turning red as he stood straight up from the ground and shouted, "Don't you guys push people too far! Watch me burn my divine arts and resurrect my ancestor!"
This Saint King's ancestor was immensely powerful. When he died back in the day, he left behind a wisp of residual thought—or rather, a soul so powerful that almost no one dared to provoke him. His cultivation base was that of a true Quasi-Emperor, mighty beyond compare. Back then, a casual wave of his hand could shatter mountains tens of thousands of feet high; his power was absolute. It was precisely because of this that the Saint King had been able to walk the world unbridled in th…
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