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Chapter 49: I Hate

"What!" Bei Chenyong's steps froze in place.

Boom!

The heavens and earth collapsed. Bei Chenheng took action. His hand extended, enveloping everything.

The vast Holy aura surged for thousands of miles, submerging the entire Imperial city. With a void-gripping gesture, Bei Chenyong was lifted off the ground.

In the Holy Lord Realm, he was invincible. However, facing a Saint, there was no resistance he could give. It was absolute suppression.

The difference between the two was too vast.

Not only in lifespan but also in power.

Even the most outstanding prodigy couldn't challenge a Saint from the Holy Lord Realm.

Because the leap from a Holy Lord to a Saint was a qualitative change!

"How-how dare you!" Bei Chenyong's face turned red, a sense of fear rising within him.

Having lived for five thousand years, he felt the threat of death for the first time.

He knew his son, like himself, was capable of anything.

"I am your Father, the one who gave you life!" Bei Chenyong exclaimed.

"Heh." Bei Chenheng sneered, his fingers tightening slightly. He calmly said, "So, I will give salvation to my father."

"You- how dare you!" Bei Chenyong's eyes widened, shouting loudly.

"Why don't I-" Bei Chenheng began to speak, but a sharp voice cut through the air, echoing through the entire Imperial city.

"Protect the Emperor! Hurry, protect the Emperor! Ninth Prince is rebelling!" Liu Zhen hid in a corner, mobilizing all his True Qi, shouting loudly.

"Hmm?" Bei Chenheng frowned.

With a single slap, a blue dragon extended across the sky. Formed entirely of sword light, the dragon's tail swept out, turning Liu Zhen and the palace in front of him into ashes.

Although Liu Zhen was dead, his final words had an impact.

Within the Imperial city, streams of light shot into the sky. Countless soldiers rushed from all directions, surrounding the entire airspace. The formidable aura gathered, making the air thick.

A casual sweep of the gaze revealed dozens of Saints, some related to Bei Chenheng, while others were the Great Yin Dynasty's worshippers or guests.

They arrived promptly, witnessing the chaotic scene in the palace.

The Ninth Prince actually held the God Emperor by the neck, lifting him into the air.

What was happening? Patricide?

"Is the Ninth Prince really rebelling?"

"If it's not true, is it still fake? Isn't this scene clear enough?"

"Bei Chenheng is too audacious. His actions will undoubtedly be ridiculed by all the Holy Lands in the world!"

"Judging by the Ninth Prince's momentum, he seems to have become a Saint. This level of cultivation makes it reasonable for him to ascend to the position of God Emperor. After all, the current God Emperor has ruled for over five thousand years and should step down."

"After this incident, regardless of the outcome, it will become a stain on the Great Yin Dynasty."

"Doesn't the Great Yin Dynasty already have enough stains? Don't forget how the previous eight princes suddenly disappeared."

"Are you suggesting…?"

"Be careful!"

…

Numerous worshippers and guests engaged in fervent discussions.

They cared little about who became the God Emperor; after all, they were outsiders.

Matters of the dynasty didn't concern them as long as the dynasty provided them with cultivation resources.

However, the Great Yin Imperial family had a different perspective.

Some believed that Bei Chenheng's actions insulted the dignity of the Imperial family, while others thought it was justifiable. Some even harbored ambitious thoughts of replacing Bei Chenheng.

But no matter their thoughts, none took a step forward.

They all stood by, watching, primarily wary of Bei Chenheng's cultivation level.

He was, astonishingly, a Saint.

Unless the ancestors intervened, no one here was a match for Bei Chenheng.

Even if they swarmed him, they would be slapped to death.

"It seems…" Bei Chenheng glanced at the crowd, then turned his head, calmly saying, "The will of the people doesn't seem to be on your side. It's time for the Imperial father to depart. Don't keep the eight Imperial brothers waiting!" With that, Bei Chenheng raised his other hand.

"Stop!" Bei Chenyong angrily shouted, struggling violently. True Qi surged within him, attempting to break free.

Unfortunately, Bei Chenheng's palm was like solid steel, unmoved.

Helplessly, Bei Chenyong could only watch as the opponent's finger tapped his dantian and sea of qi.

Splut!

A light sound, like bursting a bubble.

Bei Chenyong's entire cultivation disappeared in an instant.

Without his cultivation, he slumped down, his already aged body struggling to maintain posture.

Bei Chenheng released his grip.

Bang!

Bei Chenyong fell from the void, barely hanging on. His mouth opened as if to say something, but only two words came out, "I… hate…!"

A gentle breeze passed by. The words behind Bei Chenyong remained unspoken, dispersed by the wind.

In this moment, millions fell silent.

An icy and killing intent weighed on every heart, making everyone shiver.

They watched Bei Chenheng's back, a trace of fear creeping into their hearts.

Bei Chenheng stood motionless, as if waiting for something.

Everyone here understood what he was waiting for.

Currently, even though Bei Chenyong's cultivation was abolished, if promptly rescued, he could still have ten days or half a month left.

However, now, Bei Chenheng stood there. Who dared to attempt a rescue?

Each person could only watch as Bei Chenyong's lifespan dwindled, drop by drop, inching towards its end.

His demise could be said to be related to Bei Chenheng, yet it could also be considered unrelated.

After all, Bei Chenheng only abolished his cultivation; he hadn't killed anyone, merely standing there motionless. Therefore, the label of patricide was probably something no one dared to pin on him, even if someone entertained such a thought, they wouldn't dare to voice it.