1256 Unhappy with Retribution 1 (2/2)
”No! I will not write it! I am the Condor Country's Emperor! Everything within the Condor Country belongs to me! I will not write a single character!” Overwhelmed by the utter despair, the Condor Country's Emperor let out a roar of finality. He looked absolutely wretched, the crown having unknowingly fallen from his head, his hair mussed up in a hapless mop, that made him look absolutely ridiculous.
Jun Wu Xie looked at the Condor Country's Emperor who had suddenly exhibited a last burst of courage and a chilling smile came upon her lips.
”Pry his mouth open.”
The Condor Country's Emperor was greatly startled. He made a desperate attempt to run away but was immediately caught by the shoulder and rendered completely immobile by Qiao Chu who had shot out like an arrow the moment the Condor Country's Emperor had moved!
Qiao Chu held him down by the shoulder with one hand and pried open his mouth with the other.
Jun Wu Xie pulled out an elixir from within her Cosmos Sack and with a light flick of her finger, the elixir was flicked into the Emperor's mouth. Qiao Chu forced him to swallow the elixir and then released him.
”What did you feed me? What was it!” The Condor Country's Emperor clutched at his throat, staring fiercely at Jun Xie.
”You will soon find out.” Jun Wu Xie replied lightly.
And just at the very moment that Jun Xie's voice fell, an excruciating and heart rending pain tore him up inside, exploding throughout the Condor Country's Emperor's body in an instant!
It was like he had swallowed countless blades into his body and they were swirling inside him. His internal organs, his flesh and his bones, every inch of him was experiencing that agony that was not humanly tolerable. In an instant, the Condor Country's Emperor had lost all his strength, falling to ground in a twitching heap, his body so tensed up his face had turned purple.
”If you are unwilling to write, I will not force you and you can just enjoy yourself here. You can very well just issue it only after you have straightened out your thoughts. I am in no rush anyway.” Jun Wu Xie's voice was light but cold, not unlike February's wind filled with the freezing chill of winter, that seeped right into the bones when it blew.
The Condor Country's Emperor lay there continuing to twitch, the tears and mucus flowing uncontrolled mixing up in a mess upon his face, the pain so agonizing it made him roll upon the floor.