Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 571 - 570: The Shortest-Reigned Emperor in History!
"It's your turn!"
Xiao Yi's gaze fell upon Yang Kun.
Thud!
Yang Kun stumbled and fell to the ground. Facing the relentlessly advancing Xiao Yi, his mind was filled with countless voices roaring at him to get up and run, run now before it was too late!
But...
His arms and legs wouldn't obey him.
Weak and numb, his body was drenched in cold sweat.
He simply couldn't get up!
Gurgle!
Yang Kun swallowed hard, looking at Xiao Yi with a face full of despair, "Xiao... Xiao Yi, don't kill me. I'm now the emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty, I can grant you wealth and honor, I can make you the Comrade King, I can even acknowledge you as my adoptive father, please don't kill me, I don't want to die! I've just become the emperor..."
Tap tap tap!
Xiao Yi remained silent, still slowly walking towards him.
Each step resonated with a crisp sound.
That sound, as if imbued with magic power, struck his heart with each step, driving his heartbeat to pound along.
Gurgle!
Yang Kun's body was drenched in cold sweat, as urine and feces flowed out.
At this moment...
He felt surrounded by darkness and cold, and the gazes of the crowd seemed to mock him with the most vicious ridicule.
It almost drove him mad!
"Don't... don't come any closer..."
In his despair, Yang Kun suddenly saw Yang Zun and the other three suspended in mid-air, and like a drowning man grasping at straws, he shouted, "Save me, old ancestor, save me!"
Yang Zheng felt a pang of pity.
This was his grandson after all.
But when he saw Xiao Yi's cold gaze, he shuddered and the words on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back.
Despair.
Helplessness.
Darkness.
Fear...
All these negative emotions merged together, completely engulfing Yang Kun in body and mind at this moment, leaving him unable to catch his breath. He could only strain to push his body backward, his face ashen as he looked at Xiao Yi with a crying voice, "Please, spare me, I... I don't want to die..."
Crack!
Xiao Yi halted his steps, standing firmly in front of Yang Kun.
Looking down from above, he gazed at him.
Yang Kun felt like he was looking up at an untouchable giant, his eyes somewhat vacant, Xiao Yi's voice faintly echoing in his ears, "How do you wish to die?"
Gurgle!
Yang Kun swallowed hard, on the verge of tears.
How do I wish to die?
I don't want to die!
Despair written all over his face, he said, "I... I don't want to die... Just let me go, and I can agree to all your demands, really, I will not go back on my word..."
Xiao Yi cracked a smile and said, "Agree to all my demands? Are you sure?"
"Hmm?"
Yang Kun was startled, suddenly feeling hope, and quickly nodded, "Sure, of course sure..."
Pretending to ponder, Xiao Yi said, "Well then, I'll give you a knife, you cut yourself nine thousand times, and if you can survive, I'll let you go! However, there's one condition, each cut must draw blood to count!"
"..."
The flicker of hope that had ignited in Yang Kun was extinguished in an instant.
Nine thousand cuts?
Each must draw blood?
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Even if not a single one was fatal, he'd bleed to death from the cuts alone!
Yang Kun sheepishly said, "Can we... can we change the demand...?"
"Didn't you just say you could agree to any demand I make? You're already backing out on the first one?"
Xiao Yi said with an almost smile, "Never mind, it seems you're not sincere, I might as well do it myself!"
"No... I... I agree, isn't that enough?" Yang Kun hastily shouted.
The corners of Xiao Yi's mouth lifted slightly, his palm reaching out into the void.
Swoosh!
A Blood Saber Guard's battle knife flew into his hand; he tossed the knife to Yang Kun, and said indifferently, "Start cutting!"
"I, I chop..."
Yang Kun clenched his steel teeth, closed his eyes, and swung his war saber.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud...
Slash after slash he chopped into his own flesh, each cut drawing blood, hunks of flesh were brutally shaved off.
Yang Kun was clever, targeting his arms, thighs, and the like for chopping.
But these were a full nine thousand cuts!
After a thousand cuts, his left hand was already left without an intact spot.
After three thousand cuts, both his legs were nearly gone.
After five thousand cuts, Yang Kun could no longer wield the saber. He lay in a pool of blood, his body convulsing. His ears, left hand, both feet, nose... anything that could be shaved off was already gone.
He looked blankly at Xiao Yi...
Xiao Yi shook his head and said, "It seems you can't endure nine thousand cuts. Since that's the case... I'll take care of the remaining four thousand cuts for you!"
"Whimper..."
Yang Kun looked at Xiao Yi with a face full of terror, his eyes wide open, but he was utterly unable to speak.
Xiao Yi waved his hand.
And there appeared several God Devouring Ants that landed on Yang Kun's body.
These ants bit into Yang Kun's flesh, eating slowly, allowing Yang Kun to watch his body being consumed bit by bit.
His legs were gone.
His hands were gone.
They started to nibble on his torso...
Yang Kun wished only for a swift death.
But Xiao Yi wouldn't let him die so soon. Life-saving medicinal pills were continuously forced down his throat, and he watched coldly as the God Devouring Ants steadily consumed his body: "Back on the Ice Plains, if it wasn't for me, you would have already died by the jaws of the God Devouring Ants. I saved your life, yet you repaid kindness with enmity, opposed me at every turn, seeking to put me to death. What goes around comes around, retribution is certain, and today let the God Devouring Ants end the grudge between us!"
Crunch crunch!
The God Devouring Ants continued to feed, chewing away.
The relentless sound was jarring, causing one's scalp to tingle.
Until the very last piece of flesh was eaten, Yang Kun, the shortest-reigning emperor in the history of the Great Qian Dynasty, finally took his last breath.
A few hours earlier.
He had just ascended the throne, reached the pinnacle of his life, the moment of his greatest glory.
A few hours later.
He died without a whole corpse, having become food in the belly of the God Devouring Ants.
And thus became the shortest-reigning emperor in the annals of the Great Qian Dynasty, his reign lasting but a few hours, ensuring his name would be forever recorded in the history books of the Great Qian Dynasty, as the most shameful entry!
In life, great rises and falls come to all. Such is its nature!
Xiao Yi took a long breath.
At this moment...
Qi and Yang Ling had managed to rescue Emperor Qian, who had been poisoned and unconscious, from the former residence of the Crown Prince with the help of Liu Fuhai and others.
They carried Emperor Qian to where Xiao Yi was.
Yang Ling wore an anxious look and pleaded, "Xiao Yi, save my emperor father... please, only you can save him now..."
Xiao Yi squinted at the unconscious Emperor Qian.
From the beginning...
His relationship with Emperor Qian was harmonious, until later when they had a falling out over Yang Kun.
Feeling that Xiao Yi was gradually slipping out of his control, Emperor Qian began to restrict him at every turn.
Eventually, they came to be at loggerheads with each other.
Nobody could have imagined.
In the end, it still had to be Xiao Yi's hand to save him...
Seeing the pleading on Yang Ling's face, Xiao Yi sighed and placed a finger on Emperor Qian's forehead. Vital energy circulated through Emperor Qian for a full thirty-six heavenly cycles, after which Xiao Yi abruptly raised his hand.
A clump of black blood spurted from Emperor Qian's mouth.
The pallor on Emperor Qian's face gradually faded away, and he slowly regained consciousness, groggily asking, "Where is this place? How did I get here?"
"Father Emperor, you're finally awake..."
Yang Ling was visibly excited, quickly helping Emperor Qian to his feet and recounted all that had transpired.
Emperor Qian's expression changed repeatedly, complexly looking at Xiao Yi.
After a moment...
Emperor Qian gave a wry smile, sighed softly, and lowered his head, saying, "Xiao Yi, I, I was wrong!"
