Imperial God Emperor

"Reason? Do I look like the kind who would reason with you?" Ye Qingyu asked as he lifted his leg again, shattering the other leg of the vile slave with another crack. Blood flowed out of the fracture, and he wiped the blood from his feet on the slave's clothes. "Why the fuck are you talking about reasoning with me, when you're not reasonable yourself?" he said.

"Ah... don't, don't... I was wrong..." the triangular-faced vile slave cried and began to beg.

He was no fool and had already realized that today was not going to be his day. He had met someone more vicious than him, and he was no match for this man. If he did not beg for his life, he was afraid that this barbarian would really kill him.

"Wrong? Where were you wrong?" Ye Qingyu asked as he lowered his head to scrutinize the man.

"Ah?" the evil slave was at a loss now. He had already admitted his mistake, so why did he still have to say what he did wrong? This...why can't he just let me off after I've admitted my mistake? He's not going according to the rules of the game.

Ye Qingyu instantly turned furious upon seeing that the slave was hesitant.

"Ah what? Didn't you say that you admit you were wrong?" Demon King Ye was displaying the demonic side of him that was revealed some time ago, at the Road of Chaos. He grew increasingly mad as he spoke and raised his foot to stomp another few ribs of the slave to bits.

"Ahhh, spare me, I'm in the wrong, I was really wrong..." the triangular-faced vile slave howled and screamed. Snot flew out of his nose and tears streaked down his face as he cried pitifully and struggled to beg for mercy.

Ye Qingyu looked so angry that his face had almost turned pale. "Wrong? Fucking tell me then, where were you wrong? Fucking tell me, if you can't tell me, does that mean that I've wronged you? Am I that sort of person?"

Everyone was dumbstruck by the scene unfolding before them.

No matter what race they were from, they felt perturbed.

Most of them began to mourn the vile slave secretly. He had finally met someone who was more than a match for him, and the middle-aged man was pretending to act like a fool while tormenting him. He was truly out to let the slave have a taste of what retribution felt like.

That said, why did the overbearing attitude of this man make them feel so damn good?

Everyone was beginning to smile privately.

"Ahh, spare me, I was really wrong, I shouldn't have seized his herbs, I shouldn't have scolded you, I shouldn't have talked down to that girl, I was wrong..." the triangular-faced vile slave howled and tried hard to "reflect" on his own wrongdoings. He told the man everything that he felt he had done wrong and howled for mercy.

Ye Qingyu broke a few of the slave's bones again without mercy. "Only that?" he roared.

"Ah?" the vile slave was confused. He had already cried so much, what else could he have done wrong?

"Are you still trying to put up an act? Let me help you recall..." Ye Qingyu lifted his foot again, and there were a few resounding crunches as he broke a few more of the slave's bones.

By this time, there were only a few bones left intact on the slave. If he wasn't an expert in formation magic and martial arts, his injuries would have caused him to die a hundred times over. Even so, he panicked upon realizing that he could not regenerate after trying hard to channel blood qi within his body. Evidently, the level of cultivation and power of this middle-aged man was much more terrible than what he let on.

He was close to being driven insane from pain.

"Ahh, spare me, don't..." he cried, his pitiful appearance similar to that of a virgin girl who had been molested. "I'm wrong, I'm really wrong, I've done too much wrong deeds... spare me, my Lord, I really can't recall."

Ye Qingyu squatted down and pointed at his own face. "Fucking think carefully again. Look at my face and think about what you did today," he said.

The evil slave struggled to recall before it suddenly hit him that this middle-aged man was the same person who he tried to flog with his whip but missed earlier this morning. During that time, he was driving a carriage to send the Princess of the royal residence out, and he had passed through the bazaar.

He felt as though he was suddenly enlightened.

So, it was all because of that.

Damn, I didn't know I was bringing so much trouble upon myself earlier on.

"Yes, yes, yes... so it was you, my Lord. Damn me, I shouldn't have driven that carriage through a crowded market, and I shouldn't have tried to use a whip to hit you, sir. I was wrong, really wrong..." The evil slave looked like he had totally repented and was howling. He cried terribly and acknowledged his sins.

Ye Qingyu stood up and let out a long breath of air. He nodded in satisfaction as he said, "This is more like it... since you know that you were wrong, wasn't it right for you to be punished?"

"Pfft..." The young woman in red had been trying hard to control her laughter, but could no longer hold it in after hearing Ye Qingyu's last comment. She laughed so hard that she nearly spewed out a mouthful of water.

She looked at Ye Qingyu speechlessly. She felt that this middle-aged man was totally an executioner that was sent from the heavens to torment the triangular-shaped vile slave, and that he was a cool character. She clenched her fists tightly and was extremely pleased.

The other onlookers were so amazed by his latest statement that they nearly held onto their faces in amazement.

Heavens, where did this middle-aged man come from? He's a living treasure!

He simply looked too shameless. In fact, he was so shameless that it was adorable.

Far too adorable.

They felt that their world view was completely overturned just then.

The evil slave was nearly trampled to death by him. Was this not enough punishment already?

The slave was also completely perturbed himself. "Ah? Punishment? I... my Lord..." he stuttered. This time, he really cried. All of the bones in my body have nearly been crushed, is this still insufficient punishment? he thought.

Even so, he had turned panicky and fearful under Ye Qingyu's watchful gaze, which seemed to have turned ice cold again. He could only brace himself and reply, "Yes, yes, yes, I should be punished, I should..."

"Hehe, that's good. Look, you willingly admitted that you were wrong, and you felt that you should receive punishment. I didn't force you. To think that a baddy like you would have such a high level of perception. You're really worth teaching," Ye Qingyu said as he nodded in satisfaction.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm willing," the slave with a triangular face had nearly exhausted his tear glands by now. He was nearly unable to cry anymore.

"That's good," Ye Qingyu replied, nodding in satisfaction again.

Everyone else watched as he patiently broke each bone of the slave by stomping on him. He ground them to dust, and the evil slave howled and screeched in agony. Eventually, the slave's body had been completely mashed into a bloody pulp, and only his head was left intact.

Warriors of the Saint realm could remain alive even if their entire bodies had been turned into dust, even more so with their heads intact.

Although he was still alive, however, the slave's skull was nearly deformed by now, and snot flowed from his nose.

Ye Qingyu clapped his hands and laughed. "I know, you're feeling indignant, but do you know who I am?"

This statement was what everyone was thinking about.

Ever since he appeared, the most pressing question on everyone else's mind was to know who exactly this incomparably ferocious middle-aged man was. He was simply too forceful; he did not even care about offending the people of the King of Zhenyuan's estate.

Now that Ye Qingyu asked the question himself, everyone immediately realized that this middle-aged man could really have come from some amazing background. Why else would he purposely torment the tyrannical slave? This was akin to declaring war with the estate of the King of Zhenyuan. In the future, their people would be bound to look for him to exact vengeance.

"You... who are you, my Lord? I... I was blind to not know who you were," the vile slave replied. He was also petrified and spoke respectfully to Ye Qingyu in spite of his pain.

"You really don't know?" Ye Qingyu raised his voice.

"Er... I should die for my incompetence, but I really don't recognize you, sir. Please tell me, my Lord..." the slave replied, nearly crying out of fear again, after glancing at Ye Qingyu's expression.

"Oh, I'm relieved that you don't know who I am."

After speaking, Ye Qingyu's leg flew out and kicked the slave's head away like a ball. It flew out like a ray of flowing light, and no one knew where it landed.

Everyone was stunned.

What was the meaning of his actions?

"Haha, how dare you scold me if you don't know who I am? That's a completely foolish thing to do. Don't bump into me again in the future, hahaha..." he laughed and clapped, before turning his head to see the youth beside him. He was looking as dazed as the other people. "Young brother, I'm going to run now. You should leave this place immediately; are you waiting for the people of the King of Zhenyuan to come looking for you, wanting revenge?" he said.

"Ah?" the youth blanked out for a while before comprehending Ye Qingyu's words. He nodded and replied, "Thank you sir, thank you..." He carried the interdimensional pouch as if it contained the life line of his family and turned to leave. His face was still pale and he supported his body weight on his crutch.

"Eh? Wait a second..." Ye Qingyu lifted his arm.

The young man turned back and replied, "Do you still have other bits of wisdom to impart to me, sir?"

Ye Qingyu walked over and patted the youth lightly on his shoulder. "Find a place to hide and don't let the people from the estate of the King of Zhenyuan find you, understand?" he said.

"Yes, thank you, sir," the youth replied and nodded in gratitude.

In the next instant, everyone's vision blurred before they noticed that Ye Qingyu had disappeared into thin air. No one knew where he went, and it was as if he had not appeared before them at all.

Had the fearsome and powerful man really left?

All of the living beings present did not believe that to be true.

They recalled his impudence earlier on. Now that he fled, was it just an act? His questioning of the slave was especially suspicious. Was his point of asking the vile creature whether he knew who he was part of his escape plan? If the slave had recognized him, would he have directly killed him?

Even the young lady in red looked as though she could not believe what she had just seen.

The entire incident that had happened in the bazaar that day was truly like a dream.

"Eh? Where is he? Where is he?" the round-faced little maid looked around them longingly.

Just at this moment, the crippled youth shouted in amazement.

Everyone's gaze returned to him, and they were also shocked.

Amazingly, the rows of dense scars had fallen off his body, and the scabs peeled off to reveal his white and glowing skin underneath. No scar was left behind, and his skin was completely intact. At the same time, his shattered leg had completely healed; the internal injuries sustained from the evil slave's kicks earlier on were also completely gone...

Within a few breaths, his entire aura had completely changed. He did not look on the verge of death anymore. Instead, he looked full of life and vigor, and a mysterious pressure emanated from within his body.

This...I feel as though I've become a completely different person.

How could this happen?

The youth looked at his hands in a daze.

He could sense that his body was full of energy now. His recent tiredness and pain had been swept clean, and the internal injuries in his body no longer hurt.

"What happened?" he muttered in shock.

The young woman in red's eyes glowed with disbelief as something came to her. She was suddenly enlightened and exclaimed involuntarily, "It was him... he patted you on the shoulder just now... so he was actually healing you... Heavens, that middle-aged man... who is he exactly to have such a terrifying amount of power? Could he be a peak-level Great Saint?"

Everyone else was suddenly enlightened as well.

It must be so.

They recalled that the man had purposely found some random topic to talk about with the youth and patted him on the shoulder before leaving. The maiden in red's guess must be correct.

Instantly, countless gazes of envy fell on the young man.

That was because they had noticed that the youth looked completely different now. Very possibly, he had broken free from the shackles of the Dark Ones' naturally weak constitution that restricted them from learning martial arts. They could see from the pressure that emanated from his body, as well as its quality, that the youth's constitution had undergone a fundamental change.

To the Alien Dark Ones, this was a rare, once in a lifetime opportunity.

"Er... that benefactor, who is he exactly?"

The youth was very excited, but he felt a little regretful and disappointed, realizing that he did not even know what the middle-aged man's name was. That would prevent him from finding him to repay his kindness; how could he not repay such a great favor?

The young woman in red regained her senses and gradually contained the shock in her heart. She regretted a little at having not flirted with him earlier on. With his strength and level of cultivation, there might be a possibility that he could change the fate of the Marquis's estate if he became one of them.

"Brother, you should leave now. Don't remain here, beware of them coming to seek revenge..." she hurriedly reminded the youth.

The young man looked as though he had just woken up from a dream and hurriedly thanked her before turning around and leaving quickly.

The young woman grabbed the arm of her maid and disappeared into the crowd.

About fifteen minutes later.

The estate of the King of Zhenyuan had received the news and finally found the head of the vile slave. It was in a toilet about twenty-five kilometers from the bazaar, soaked in filthy water.

"Butler Wei..."

The guards who found his head were shocked and hurriedly fished it out of the filth.

Another thirty minutes later.

Hundreds of iron-clad guards of the estate of the King of Zhenyuan hurried over to the bazaar. They swept through the market like ferocious predators out on a hunt.

Their leader was holding onto a head that had just been washed clean with both hands respectfully.

From its face, it could be identified as the triangular-shaped head of the vile slave.

His body had not been regenerated. His face looked sinister as he roared, "Find that bastard, even if you have to dig one meter into the ground! I want to flay him and remove all of his ligaments! I want to drink his blood and feast on his flesh... I swear never to be known as human if I can't avenge myself. Ahhhh, I'm so pissed!"

Each of the iron-clad guards of the King of Zhenyuan's estate held a portrait in their hands and began to search the entire bazaar.

News of the incident spread like wildfire throughout the entire Royal City of the Guardians and alarmed countless people.