World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 947 - 440: Abandon Suo Lun? Zhi Li’s suicide!_3

Chapter 947: 440: Abandon Suo Lun? Zhi Li’s suicide!_3

"What do you mean?" Zhi Yan demanded coldly.

Yan Ping said, "Holy Priest Ge Li, Holy Priest Ning Er, and Chief Judge Luo Ge are all willing to attend your coronation ceremony. The Sky Holy Palace is even willing to send a Sky Priest to crown you."

Upon hearing this, Zhi Ning’s heart fluttered.

King Quo Bian’s coronation merely had a Holy Priest presiding over it.

Only the monarchs of the East Li Kingdom and the Flame Empire had the attendance of a Sky Priest for their coronations.

Now Yan Ping was saying that a Sky Priest would crown her; of course, this was an unprecedented honor.

However, there is no such thing as a free lunch. Everything comes with a price.

"What are the conditions?" Zhen Yan Princess inquired.

Yan Ping replied, "Between the Dragon Temple and Suo Lun, you can only choose one! If you wish to gain the support of the Dragon Temple, you must abandon Suo Lun!"

Abandon Suo Lun?!

Zhen Yan Princess’s delicate body trembled fiercely!

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Zhi Du Sanctuary!

It was still that familiar tower, the tower that had once imprisoned Zhi Ning and her son.

It was still this underground secret chamber, but now the prisoner had become Zhi Li!

From a prince high above, he had fallen to a prisoner beneath the steps.

He was only an inch away from the throne. Alas, now it all turned into a dream!

Filled with an overwhelming sense of justice, Ji Xiuning was furious, intending to use Zhi Li’s demonic blood to start a tremendous case, to undertake a massive purge of the higher echelons of the Dragon Temple.

She distrusted the entire Zhi Du Sanctuary, so the samurai guarding Zhi Li were all from her direct lineage in the Yanjing Holy Temple.

Ji Xiuning certainly knew that if she neglected even a little, Zhi Li would be immediately killed!

Thus, this tower imprisoning Zhi Li, inside and out, hosted hundreds of people who were all the confidants of Ji Xiuning and Huai Bingyi.

Ji Xiuning had already sent people to Yanjing, asking her father, the Emperor of the Flame Empire, to send a Gryphon Knight squad specifically to escort Zhi Li to the Yanjing Holy Temple for trial.

She didn’t even dare to take the land route, as it would be impossible to withstand the assassins from Yin Zhou and the Demon Continent.

Zhi Li had been imprisoned here for two days already, and he would soon be escorted to Yanjing.

During these two days, he felt as if years were passing each day, yet time also flew by swiftly.

He felt immense pain and, yet, an immense sense of relief.

The pain was because he had lost everything; the relief was because he finally no longer had to struggle and fight.

He spent his days in a daze, not thinking about anything, sleeping after eating, and eating after sleeping.

At this moment, footsteps echoed on the stairs again; someone was bringing food.

The food deliverer was a mute, ugly with gruesome scars on his face and his tongue cropped short.

Just like always, this mute brought simple food and a pot of wine, placing them in front of Zhi Li.

The food and wine had been checked countless times. The mute had been searched so many times, and he could not carry any notes.

After placing the food and wine, the mute suddenly whispered lowly, "High Priest Naru has committed suicide. If you don’t want your wife and daughter to meet a violent end, you should know what to do."

Zhi Li was shocked; the mute was actually able to speak.

And more shockingly, these samurai guarding Zhi Li acted as if they heard nothing. These people were the samurai Ji Xiuning had brought from Yanjing.

"It’s hard to live, but easy to die," the mute rasped.

Someone didn’t want Zhi Li to live, wanted him to commit suicide, and threatened him with the lives of Fang Qingzhuo and his daughter.

"Here are the chopsticks," the mute passed the chopsticks to Zhi Li, one of which was sharpened, perfect for committing suicide.

"You have half an hour," the mute said, "If you’re not dead in half an hour, your wife and daughter will die."

Zhi Li looked at the samurai guards and suddenly burst into a strange laugh: "Hahaha... Hahaha..."

After laughing for half a minute, Zhi Li nodded, "Don’t worry, I know what to do."

The mute nodded and left the secret chamber.

Zhi Li relished the food, finishing the dishes and the wine.

Indeed, it’s easier to die than to live.

Picking up the sharpened chopstick, it was indeed a good tool for committing suicide.

"Fang Qingzhuo, take good care of our daughter!" Zhi Li murmured to himself and then plunged the sharpened chopstick into his own head!

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