The Ancient Gods' Whisper

Tang Ling's ruby lips curved into a smile: "I will make sure to honor him properly from now on."

"Heh."

Taihua gazed at her indifferently: "Have you ever considered the possibility that the rules are made by me?"

Suddenly, Tang Ling felt a sense of foreboding.

"And that I can abolish them as well."

Taihua said.

Tang Ling: "…"

"This is Huai Yin's true intention. You are my chosen successor, and to this day, I have not given up on the idea of you replacing Rhein. After all, you are the human in this world with the highest compatibility with the Heavenly Person's Wedge, bar none. Moreover, with your talent and by harnessing all the resources of the Human World, soaring to unimaginable heights in a short time is not an impossibility."

Taihua spoke coldly: "Huai Yin is forcing me to pick a side."

Tang Ling's face was icy, silent without a word.

"But it's a pity you are too impulsive. All because of your great-grandfather's matter, you insisted on throwing yourself into these murky waters."

Taihua paused: "Originally, the Judgement Court could have been at your disposal."

Tang Ling understood the President's meaning.

The Judgement Court and her, originally, had no conflict.

But after tonight, everything would be different.

The driver focused on his nose, his nose on his heart, pretending he had heard nothing.

The old servant took a call, then turned and respectfully said: "President Taihua, Minister Zhang wishes to meet you."

Taihua narrowed her eyes, saying nothing.

Tang Ling asked coldly: "Which Minister Zhang?"

She felt slightly familiar.

"The elder brother of the Councilman Zhang whom you people killed."

Taihua sneered: "I've taught you for over ten years, but it seems everything I've taught went straight to the dog's belly, didn't it? Killing people is fine. But what must you do before killing? And what must you do after killing?"

Her voice grew increasingly severe, like thunder rolling from the heavens.

Tang Ling's delicate face turned slightly pale, but she still forced herself to maintain a calm demeanor and replied indifferently: "Before killing, you must investigate the background thoroughly. After killing, you must eliminate anyone who might seek revenge—clean up thoroughly, root and branch."

Taihua glanced at her: "And how did you act, then?"

Tang Ling thought for a moment: "I forgot."

"If you weren't someone I personally watched grow up, I'd truly want to slap you dead right now. As for Rhein and Lin Dong, those two useless fools—if only Qing and Chi had been strangled as children."

A terrible golden light flashed in Taihua's captivating eyes, only to quickly fade.

"Enough. Let them keep fighting."

She paused: "A bunch of useless trash."

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At the top floor of the Peak City Intercontinental Hotel, the door to the presidential suite swung open from inside.

Beautiful female secretaries opened the door, lowering their heads and exposing shadowy abysses, respectfully saying: "Lord Youming, you have returned."

Lord Youming, his upper body bare and drenched in blood, flexed his knotted muscles rhythmically.

Blood trickled down the crevices of his muscles, as though seeping through rocks.

"Go prepare hot water."

Hel, dripping wet herself, ordered: "Lord Youming needs a bath."

Having just endured a brutal battle, Lord Youming bore no injuries on his body. After all, as the Ninth Rank Candle Yin God, despite not yet mastering the Evolution Path, at his level, even dying would be difficult.

Yet Hel, having followed this lord for many years, knew him far too well.

Lord Youming's faith was rooted in the King.

This evening's battle was a mere triviality.

The key was that Heaven's Punishment left by the King had been unraveled.

Though Lord Youming seemed calm, his heart was likely already consumed by fury.

Like the eerie calm before a storm.

Moments away from going mad, destroying the entire city.

With a clap, the bathroom door shut.

Lord Youming soaked in the warm bathwater, his black hair cascading down.

At this moment, his perpetually stoic face suddenly bore a strange smile.

"What a thrill. I truly can't wait for the day you step into the Demigod Domain."

He reached into the Void, retrieving a yellowed, ancient diary.

Then he opened the page marked with a bookmark, carefully inspecting it.

"May 4, 2022. The King of Qing unravels Heaven's Punishment, Evolvers step onto the stage of history."

The King had not yet lost.

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