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Chapter 1102: Thoroughly Disheartened

Chapter 1102: Chapter 1102: Thoroughly Disheartened

Perhaps with Ling Xiao’s own strength, he wouldn’t be able to turn the Phoenix God Empire upside down, but if you add Moon Lady and Xie Li, it would be a completely different story.

He wouldn’t feel embarrassed about it.

Because his enemy is not one person, but a group of people.

Why can’t he seek allies if his opponents do?

He is not a fool!

The army entered the city, leaving the city gates behind.

However, the shocking and bloody scene was still deeply etched in everyone’s hearts.

Who would have thought that the youth with seemingly delicate features would single-handedly turn the tide, leading a force of over thirty thousand to defeat the Black Crow Empire’s army of hundreds.

What’s more, he even brought the corpse of Timmermann Muto.

Witnessing the killing within the Fengming Army.

Jia Yun being killed.

Even the moment Jia Lin was killed, any initial doubts were thoroughly dispelled.

If Ling Xiao said he killed Timmermann Muto, then there must be no mistake, this much was beyond doubt.

If Ling Xiao were just a prodigious young talent at the level of the Ten Great Phoenix Children, that might cause many to be wary, but certainly not to fear.

After all, there are too many talented monsters in the Mysterious World, but very few indeed ever live to become a great power.

Especially the young talents who show their brilliance early on, they die very quickly.

Therefore, people fear Ling Xiao’s potential, but they don’t necessarily see him as a critical threat.

But the problem is, those three women by Ling Xiao’s side!

Moon Lady, Xie Li, Leng Mei!

They are just too powerful. The combination of these three women is enough to contend with the True Demon Empire and the Phoenix God Empire.

This is where Ling Xiao is truly frightening.

To have such three women fully support him, his terror far exceeds any Yin-Yang Realm strong practitioner.

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It’s still the same square.

The place where Ling Xiao publicly executed the Blood Skeleton.

It’s still noisy with people’s voices and bustling with crowds.

But today is not a martial competition, nor is it an arena battle.

It is a grand execution ceremony.

Ji Ning, Lu Chenlong, Li Ruguang, Zhang Yu Fei, and Zhu Ge Ming, wearing heavy shackles and fetters, are locked in prison carts, with only their heads showing.

"Traitors!"

"Despicable!"

"Shameless!"

"Have no face!"

"Go to die!"

Various cursing voices came one after another.

If it were just the curses, it might have been bearable, but along the way to the ceremony, countless citizens of the Imperial City greeted them with eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, and even stones.

The five, whose inner strength had been imprisoned, could not fight back at all.

Each face was filthy dirty from being hit, and the filth was mixed with blood.

These five, who had fought for the Northern Territory for decades without a day’s rest, had never complained.

But today, they suddenly questioned what they had been fighting for?

Look at these civilians they protected—no one wanted to believe them, treating them as enemies, as the most vile scoundrels.

They were treated with the most malicious and despicable methods.

They feel utterly disheartened!

Completely disheartened!

Perhaps the only consolation for them is that the common people of Northern Desert City have not forsaken them, which makes them feel slightly better.

Five people were rudely dragged out of the prison cage, then brought upon the high platform.

They refused to kneel, so their kneecaps were broken.

Unable to stand.

All five were stripped of their upper garments, and there was no executioner.

Because this wasn’t an ordinary execution.

This was death by a thousand cuts!

The so-called commoners standing in the plaza each held a gleaming knife in hand, looking at these five people with anger, wishing they could go up and slice the flesh off their bodies piece by piece.

Public executions in the Imperial City would generally take place here.

However, the cruelty of death by a thousand cuts hadn’t been seen since the founding of the Phoenix God Empire; it was Si Kong Zun’s suggestion.

He stated that for such heinous criminals, only such an extremely brutal method could serve as punishment.

In doing so, no one would dare commit acts of betrayal against the Empire again.

"Hmph, I knew it, how could Northern Desert City, being so small, have held out for so long without being conquered. Turns out it was Ji Ning, this vile criminal, who colluded with the Black Crow Empire. Trash like him deserves such torture!"

"That’s right, I brought the sharpest knife from home today; I must slice a piece of flesh from Ji Ning’s face and ask him face-to-face who gave him the audacity to betray the interests of the Phoenix God Empire."

"Don’t be mad, after all, Ji Ning is just a martial artist from the Heavenly Dragon Continent, like Ling Xiao, not one of our Phoenix God Empire’s own. No wonder they’re birds of a feather."

Among the crowd, most of the accusations were aimed at Ji Ning.

Even if some felt something was amiss, questioning the validity of the charges, they dared not speak up.

These past few days, several individuals who spoke up for Ji Ning and others were killed.

Some were commoners, others were court officials.

Now, at least in the Imperial City, no one dared to speak a word of justice.

Soldiers of the Dark Stinger clenched their teeth in the crowd, biting their lips until blood was drawn.

Hearing such discussions, they really wished they could kill all these people.

These people were even more despicable than Si Kong Zun.

Ji Ning had spent over a decade protecting them; without Ji Ning, the Northern Territory would have fallen, and the Imperial City would be under the iron hooves of the Black Crow Empire, with many of these very people dead.

Yet, without any evidence, they believed the nonsense spread by others.

They even deliberately fabricated rumors, portraying Ji Ning as a despicable Demon Head.

"Hold it together, wait for the boss to come!" Even if they couldn’t bear it, they had to.

They were soldiers and had to wait until the very last moment.

"What if the boss is too late?"

"Then act! Killing one is enough, killing two is a gain. As long as we delay time and prevent the Great General from being executed, that’s all that counts!"

"Yes!"

Elsewhere, Feng Yingshan sat with a grim face.

He hadn’t expected that his opponent would not only be Fengming Qishan but also that profound and inscrutable Emperor.

And this Emperor, in order to secure imperial power, was even willing to kill someone like Ji Ning.

He admitted he was no saint, but as a Crown Prince, he was well aware of how important Ji Ning was to the Phoenix God Empire.

He really wanted to step forward to rescue Ji Ning.

Yet, in the Fire Phoenix Clan, aside from a very few like Feng Yanran who agreed, the rest were unanimously against it.

The reason was simple: there was no need to conflict with the Emperor over Ji Ning. It was not worth it.

But he truly felt aggrieved.

As a Crown Prince, he didn’t even have the power to save one person—sometimes he felt he’d rather be like Ling Xiao, a carefree wanderer of the Jianghu; perhaps that would be better, and more free.