1768 Punishment 3 (1/2)

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.