The First Tyrant of Daxia

"Yes!" Everyone stepped back quickly.

He stood up and took two steps forward: "Mo Dao, right?"

"From the tone of your voice, it seems that you are very dissatisfied with me. Has there ever been a deep hatred between us, or between me and the White Lotus Sect?"

His eyes were calm, yet filled with a dangerous scrutiny.

Mo Dao felt a chill down his spine and sighed inwardly, the emperor has such a sensitive touch!

long silence.

Qin Yun spoke again: "You don't want to talk, right?"

"If you don't say anything, do you think this matter can be put to rest?"

Bang, bang!

He gently slapped Mo Dao's face with his hand, not using any force, but extremely insulting.

Suddenly, Mo Dao's veins were exposed and his face turned the color of liver.

"Dog thief!"

With a fierce look in his eyes, he pounced towards Qin Yun.

But he was pinned to the ground by the imperial guards.

He struggled hard, his hair flying, and he raised his head and roared, "You son of a bitch, you dog emperor, you shall not die well!"

"You have a filthy bloodline and a filthy heritage!"

"One day, you will die without a burial place!"

"There are some debts that you have to pay back, you have to pay back!" He roared with bloodshot eyes.

Qin Yun's face was cold. The things shown by Mo Dao showed that he was either severely brainwashed or he really had a deep hatred.

Xuan Yunzi talked about cause and effect, and Murong Shunhua also said that he initially tracked down the White Lotus Sect in order to help himself avoid disasters and difficulties.

Neither of them knew what it was exactly.

At this moment, he became more and more curious about who was behind the White Lotus Sect. Their bloodline was so noble and they had such a deep hatred for the royal family!

Not only him, but also Feng Lao and others had flickering eyes and realized this problem.

Qin Yun stepped on Mo Dao's head.

"Ah!!" Mo Dao struggled violently, his face flushed.

But the more he struggled, the harder Qin Yun stepped on him.

boom!

His face was pressed to the ground, feeling extremely humiliated.

"You must die a happy death!"

Qin Yun sneered: "So what? Now you are under my feet. If I want, I can castrate you, parade you through the streets, or throw you into the cesspool at any time."

"I want to see who will be unlucky first."

The faint voice made Mo Dao feel cold all over. The overwhelming sense of crisis made his hair stand on end. The insult was far more difficult for him to accept than the sword.

"Dog Emperor, kill me!"

"If you don't kill me, I will kill you!"

Qin Yun sneered: "Kill me?"

"Your entire White Lotus Sect doesn't have that kind of strength!"

He spoke every word with extreme disdain.

"You will regret this." Mo Dao gritted his teeth.

"It seems that you still can't see the situation clearly."

"Who is the prisoner?"

"Come here, castrate him for me immediately!" Qin Yun gave the order coldly. This move was far more effective than threatening with beheading.

The guards quickly dragged him away.

Mo Dao's face turned purple. Being a eunuch was a disgrace to a man in any era, especially for a man with some respectability, who simply could not accept this.

"what!!"

He roared and struggled like a wild beast.

"Dog Emperor, I won't let you go!"

"No!" He was subconsciously frightened.

Qin Yun's eyes were like torches, and he seized the opportunity to shout: "Tell me, where is the White Lotus Sect from, and who are you!"

"If you explain clearly, I won't kill you and let you be a man!"

"Otherwise, even death will not bring peace!"

The aura formed a comprehensive suppression, and the imperial guards were still dragging him. He was sweating profusely, his eyes were bloodshot, and the struggle between his conscience and his desires reached its peak in his mind.

Finally, when he was dragged onto the stage, his legs went weak and he fell to his knees.

His face was covered with messy hair and his body was shaking, as if he was surrendering.

The grim prison cell quickly became quiet.

Everyone gathered around him, looking very disdainful, and they would not speak until threatened.

Qin Yun was not so optimistic. He always felt that Mo Dao would not be able to give up so easily, otherwise the White Lotus Sect would not be the White Lotus Sect.

Slowly move forward and approach him.

Looking down from above, he probed: "Tell me, as long as you cooperate, I will guarantee that you will have good food and shelter for the rest of your life, and you will have endless money to spend and enough brothels to stay in."

"Pfft!"

Mo Dao suddenly laughed out loud, then his whole body trembled. He raised his head and laughed loudly, looking a little crazy.

It turns out that he was shaking just to hold back his laughter!

Suddenly, everyone became furious.

Qin Yun did not get angry. He knew that if he got angry, Mo Dao would be comfortable.

Leng Mo said: "So?"

"After laughing, I will still castrate you."

The corner of his mouth curled up into a creepy sneer.

Mo Dao's smile froze, frozen abruptly, as if he had eaten a dead mosquito. He stared at Qin Yun, a hint of murderous resentment flashing in his eyes.

He said coldly: "You won't have that chance."

After saying that, he suddenly jumped up!

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

Several loud shouts were heard. Although the Mo Dao could not hurt Qin Yun, the Jinyiwei were still very nervous.

"No!"

"Stop him!"

"He wants to commit suicide!" Qin Yun roared.

I saw Mo Dao crashing into the wall. If it succeeded, his head would probably be split like a watermelon.

boom!

Two guards pinned him down, and he immediately began to bite his tongue again, with blood flowing from his mouth.

"Humph!"

"It's not that easy to die!"

Qin Yun's face was cold, he rushed forward and kicked.

Click!

Mo Dao's jaw was instantly dislocated and he couldn't even close his mouth. Blood mixed with saliva kept flowing down.

He couldn't speak and could only stare at Qin Yun.

But there was not a trace of fear, just like a madman, a madman who was possessed by the devil, he would not let go at all!

Everyone looked solemn.

Elder Feng frowned: "Your Majesty, what should we do?"

Qin Yun pondered. So far, he had never seen such a stubborn prisoner. He was obviously afraid of castration, but still refused to say anything.

Be strong inside!

"Let's stop here tonight."

"But once I say something, I can't take it back."

"Let them castrate him and not let him die. His sins have not yet been paid for. I am not that kind-hearted."

After saying this lightly, Qin Yun glanced at him coldly and then left.

Looking at the troops coming out one after another, Mo Dao was furious, his eyes were bloodshot, and his ten fingers dug into the ground, almost digging out grooves.

Why can't I ever anger the Emperor of Daxia?

"Ugh...!"

He struggled and wanted to curse but no sound came out. Only blood and saliva flowed. He looked extremely miserable and embarrassed.

The next second, he was dragged into darkness.

A prison officer with a knife followed him in.

When the light faded away for the last moment, Mo Dao's pupils were filled with fear, as if he had encountered a little devil with a green face and fangs.

"what……"

"No..." His throat made a trembling sound.

What awaits him is castration.

But he does not deserve sympathy. As a mortal enemy, Qin Yun will not be merciful, because he has a big family and the entire empire behind him!

Listening to the suppressed screams in the dark prison.

Qin Yun stood with his hands behind his back, looking tall and majestic, striding forward.

He said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "No matter how cruel the means are, I don't care. I will create the bright sky and white sun of Daxia, the lights of thousands of homes, and eternal prosperity for all eternity. No one can stop me!"

"The White Lotus Sect must be destroyed!"

"play hard!!"

Hearing the voice, everyone behind him got goosebumps all over their bodies, and then stood in awe!

Looking at that figure from behind, I felt an indescribable sense of obedience and awe in my heart!

Now, Your Majesty, you are still growing.

Walking out of the sky prison, the cool breeze blows away the summer restlessness.

"Your Majesty, I just thought about it carefully. Could this White Lotus Society be the remnants of several major clans?"

"They are the only ones who think they are superior to others and that their bloodline is transcendent."

"And they do have a great hatred towards the imperial court and you." Old Feng suddenly mentioned.