The Evil Consort Above An Evil King

Long Moyan quickly revealed his status in the Upper Bound for his protection. Unfortunately, because his attention was diverted while he was speaking, his body was slashed a few more times, and he almost had one of his limbs sliced off!

Di Fuyi appeared not to have heard what he was saying and only pursed his lips lightly. He was not used to threats! Besides, he had only three months left to live anyway, and he needs to prepare the new Lord in this brief period; so, even people from the Upper Bound would not dare to lay a finger on him…

The people from Upper Bound are afraid of the heavenly laws too, primarily because of the retribution that breaking the laws entailed.

Long Moyan had already shown signs of abuse of power before assuming the mantle of The Lord. Once he gets into power, he would only see Gu Xijiu as an obstacle to his megalomania and eliminate her.

Even if Long Moyan went against the arrangements of the Heavenly Order, he did not dare to make a move against Gu Xijiu in broad daylight. However, if he imprisoned Gu Xijiu as a political move, he would not act in discordance the heavenly laws.

Di Fuyi could not leave a person like him alive. If not, Gu Xijiu would be in huge trouble later on, and he would potentially become the second demon and wreak havoc upon the land. Once Di Fuyi activates his killing intent, not even the gods can stop him!

His attacks grew swifter despite the threat!

“Don’t kill him; you cannot be punished again,” Gu Xijiu interjected.

“It doesn’t matter. The heavenly laws cannot restrain me anymore, and leaving him alive would only bring calamity to this earth.” Di Fuyi’s voice was piercingly cold.

Before he finished speaking, one of Long Moyan’s arms was already missing. With his remaining arm, Long Moyan tried to evade the rapid strikes of Di Fuyi’s sword like the frantic prey of a hunter. His face was pallid with despair.

“I won’t be of any harm to her!” Long Moyan shouted. “I won’t cause any trouble to her! If you don’t believe me, I will swear an oath upon my life!”

“I believe in the dead more than I believe in oaths. The dead make more convincing promises,” Di Fuyi remarked with chilling apathy.

Long Moyan was out of words. Before he knew it, one of his legs was chopped off as well…

He could not stand anymore and dropped to the ground. He could only look at the flurry of slashes pouring down in his direction without mercy… There were no blind spots in Di Fuyi’s attacks. Long Moyan had nowhere to hide!

With the shroud of death hanging over his head, he shut his eyes in despair! The storm of blades that he had prepared himself for did not land upon him. His heart skipped a beat, and he opened his eyes only to see Gu Xijiu standing beside Di Fuyi with her hand pressing upon his thumb.

So the multitude of swords hung above Long Moyan’s head, ready to descend at any time. Long Moyan was frozen in fear and did not move.

“Swear an oath,” Gu Xijiu said coldly. She was holding Di Fuyi’s finger which he was vital for spellcasting.

Long Moyan’s eyes lit up. He knew that it was his only chance for survival, and immediately swore an oath. “I, Long Moyan, swear never to do any harm to Gu Xijiu and take revenge on anyone in my life. If I break this oath, may I be subject to death by a thousand cuts and suffer in the deepest layer of hell for eternity.”

As soon as he finished his sentence, the sky rumbled with thunder, signifying the sanction of the oath. He looked at Di Fuyi full of hope. “Will this placate your worries?”

Di Fuyi had a ghost of a smile on his face. “I will believe in you for this one time. However, you have imprisoned the new Lord by your own accord and poisoned her as well; punishment is still necessary.”

Before he finished his words, his swords crashed on the ground…

…

Long Moyan did not get to leave as he wanted to. Di Fuyi crippled his external abilities and threw him in his bamboo shed.