Chapter 141: Kneel and Apologize!

Vicious!
Ruthless!
Heartless!

Nangong Li stared at Jun Zhantian like a hungry wolf. Today, he was determined to vent his spleen and exact heavy grievances on behalf of the Nangong Clan.

Naturally, he also harbored his own selfish motives. During this recent tomb exploration, Nangong Xiong had perished within the catacombs, leaving Nangong Li to naturally and smoothly ascend to the position of the legitimate eldest son. As long as he handled this matter properly and left a favorable impression in the old master's eyes, the position of the clan head would undoubtedly be within his grasp.

Therefore, Nangong Li had made up his mind to relentlessly target Jun Zhantian.

"Prefect, aren't you afraid of violating the laws of the realm by acting this way?"

Jun Zhantian remained entirely unperturbed, lifting his head to gaze straight ahead. Though he hailed from a humble background and possessed limited strength, he was upright and unyielding, never one to bow down. Moreover, the man before him belonged to the Nangong Clan!

"The laws of the realm?"

Nangong Li laughed, his smile complacent and wildly arrogant.

"I am the Prefect of Qingzhou. Here, I am the king, and I am the law. Whatever I say is the law of the realm! If I tell you to kneel, you must kneel; if I demand your death, you must die!"

A mere Jun Zhantian was nothing more than an ant beneath Nangong Li's feet. If he wished, he could crush him to death with a single step. Had Jun Zhantian not been the father of Jun Wushuang, he wouldn't even have bothered to spare him a glance.

A humble little clan, trash at the third stage of the Divine Ocean Realm—what were they worth?

"Jun Zhantian, I advise you to obediently and honestly kneel down!"

The Lord of Luoyang City, standing to the side, basked in reflected glory as he spoke smugly.

"The Prefect is not someone you can afford to provoke. Although your son has made quite a name for himself, he cannot protect you. Within Qingzhou Prefecture, the Prefect is the absolute master. If you refuse to honestly kneel and confess your wrongs today, you will only pay an even greater price down the road. For the sake of us serving in the same imperial court, I truly advise you to kneel, kowtow, and apologize, and then sever your own arms before the Prefect loses his temper. It's better to live a wretched life than to die; cutting off your own arms is far better than losing your life!"

The Lord of Luoyang City was wholeheartedly trying to curry favor with Nangong Li, and at this moment, he went out of his way to help Nangong Li trample upon Jun Zhantian. As long as the Prefect was pleased, nothing else mattered. As for whether Jun Zhantian was happy or not, what business was that of his?

"Very well, a magnificent display of the law!"

Jun Zhantian laughed out of extreme rage, never expecting Nangong Li to be so utterly shameless.

"Though I, Jun Zhantian, come from a humble background and lack great strength, I possess one defining trait: a backbone of unyielding steel."

"I am sorry, but of these two choices, I choose neither!"

With that, Jun Zhantian turned and walked away. Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together!

"Halt! Did this official give you permission to leave?"

Boom!

A formidable pressure descended, causing Jun Zhantian's body to instantly sink as if he were carrying the weight of a towering mountain, making it difficult for him even to struggle.

"Of all things, this official detests most those who refuse a fine toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. Since you refuse to choose, this official will choose for you."

Nangong Li sat at the head of the table, looking down at Jun Zhantian from on high. The oppressive force escalated step by step, causing sweat to pour from Jun Zhantian like rain and making it arduous just to remain standing.

"Jun Zhantian, how audacious! As a subject of the Great Qian Dynasty, you actually colluded with the Black Demonic Sect. The failure of this recent tomb exploration was entirely due to you colluding with the Black Demonic Sect and passing intelligence to the enemy. The evidence for this crime is ironclad—still you refuse to kneel and confess!"

Boom!

Nangong Li made a forceful move, waving his large hand as spiritual energy surged outward, condensing into a palm of pure energy that struck directly toward Jun Zhantian.

Smack!

Jun Zhantian possessed only the strength of the third stage of the Divine Ocean Realm. Compared to Nangong Li, who was at the ninth stage of the Marquis-侯 Realm, the disparity was simply too vast. Unable to mount any defense, he was sent flying straight through the air by the single slap. His cheek immediately swelled, blood trickled from his nose and mouth, and he collapsed heavily to the ground.

"If one is determined to fabricate a crime, excuses are never lacking!"

Jun Zhantian clenched his teeth tightly, staring with a deathly glare at Nangong Li. He knew that today, he would likely be unable to escape this calamity. Whether in terms of status, power, or ruthless methods, he fell far short of Nangong Li. He was the fish on the chopping board, and they were the ones holding the knife and cleaver. Yet, he refused to submit.

"Audacious wretch, still daring to be stubborn!"

Nangong Li let out a cold snort and struck once more, palms of spiritual energy continually lashing out.

Smack, smack, smack!

In a matter of moments, Jun Zhantian was beaten until his body was covered in wounds and blood pooled upon the ground.

"Throw him into the dungeon. Tomorrow at noon, he shall be publicly executed!"

Nangong Li carried his shamelessness to the very end, directly pronouncing the death sentence upon Jun Zhantian.

"The Prefect's eyes are like torches, purging this worm from our Great Qian Dynasty. This humble subordinate is truly filled with boundless admiration."

The Lord of Luoyang City flattered obsequiously, buttering him up with servile praise. Then, stepping briskly to Jun Zhantian's side, he delivered a vicious kick.

"Old dog, daring to offend the Prefect is a capital crime. No immortal can save you now. Obediently follow me to the dungeon and enjoy your final moments!"

With a hideous grin, the Lord of Luoyang City grabbed Jun Zhantian, intending to personally drag him down to the cells.

Whoosh!

At that exact moment, a figure burst in from the outside, moving with unimaginable speed.

Smack!

With a single slap, the Lord of Luoyang City was sent flying through the air.

"Who goes there?"

Nangong Li sprang to his feet, fixing a ferocious and murderous gaze upon this abrupt newcomer. Who was so unimaginably bold as to trespass into the Prefect's Residence and strike the Lord of Luoyang City right in front of him? Were they tired of living?

"Father, your son is unfilial and has caused you to suffer!"

Disregarding Nangong Li entirely, Jun Wushuang quickly stepped forward to support his father. He produced a healing medicinal pill and fed it to his father, his heart weighed down by overwhelming guilt. He had never imagined that his father would suffer such profound humiliation on his account. Had he arrived even a step later, his father truly might have been cast into the dungeon or even publicly executed. If his father had truly died, Jun Wushuang could not fathom into what madness he might descend!

"Wushuang, why have you come?"

Upon seeing Jun Wushuang, Jun Zhantian was similarly startled. Immediately, he reached out, pushing Jun Wushuang outward.

"Leave! Quickly go, get away from here!"

Jun Zhantian was consumed by the urge to protect his son. He knew that Jun Wushuang had already broken completely with the Nangong Clan, trapped in a feud where only one side could survive. Moreover, Nangong Li was not only the Prefect of Qingzhou but also a formidable expert at the ninth stage of the Marquis Realm. Nangong Li's intent to kill was set; if Jun Wushuang remained here, he would undoubtedly fall into the demonic clutches. He would rather sacrifice his own life than allow Jun Wushuang to come to harm.

"Leave? Now that you've come, how could this official possibly let you leave?"

At this moment, Nangong Li recovered his composure. Staring intently at Jun Wushuang, his eyes held no shock, only a surge of joy and overwhelming killing intent. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Dealing with Jun Zhantian was nothing compared to the thrill of dealing with Jun Wushuang directly! As long as he eliminated Jun Wushuang, he would undoubtedly win the old master's praise, and the position of clan head would be firmly secured.

"Father, we do not need to leave. The humiliations you have suffered, your son will collect in full!"

Fury blazed fiercely in Jun Wushuang's eyes, accompanied by an intense, bone-chilling killing intent. Anyone who dared to touch his father would have their entire family slaughtered by his hands!

Swish!

Jun Wushuang instantly unleashed the Demonic Descent Nine Heavens Movement Technique, erupting with the speed of sound as he materialized directly in front of Nangong Li. His speed was so blinding that Nangong Li had no time whatsoever to react.

Smack!

With a single slap, Nangong Li was knocked flat onto the ground. At the same time, Jun Wushuang brought his foot down, stepping heavily upon Nangong Li's face with a ferocious expression.

"Kneel and apologize to my father!"