Appear
It wasn't that he couldn't feel the pain, but he had long been accustomed to hiding his emotions. Emperor Shitian recalled that he had had a similar experience in his childhood.
Several playful young Protoss boys are trapped in the Demon Abyss' territory, surrounded by the eager demon hounds. Each of them is a renowned noble son of the Celestial Clan. To escape, they must sacrifice one of their own to attract the hounds' attention.
There is no doubt that they fixed their malicious gazes on Emperor Shitian, the young man with the weakest spiritual power in the tribe.
"That was many years ago. I would rather have saved everyone then." The prince thought back and laughed sarcastically. In the end, he was the only one who survived, not the one who died.
"What are you whispering about?" Aoki noticed that the prince's expression was different, and he had a bad feeling in his heart, so he stopped him.
"I have advised you all that I have good intentions towards Ashura." The prince knelt on the ground, stretched out a hand toward Aoki, and slowly tightened his palm.
The vines that came from nowhere instantly wrapped several burly Asuras into cocoons, making them unable to move.
"You hit me so hard, and yet I only wanted your life. I'm really too kind."
The prince closed his eyes, his thick, long golden lashes drooping, casting shadows on his eyelids. He knelt with his hands clasped together, and the vines suddenly took on murderous intent, piercing the Asuras' vital points.
"How is this possible..." Qingmu's tall figure collapsed with a crash, golden cracks appearing on his bluish skin, as if some force were tearing him apart from the inside out. The Asura's uniquely brave appearance was twisted into a hideous form by the pain, and his gray-white eyeballs bulged as if they were being strangled.
At this moment of extinction, a fierce and powerful kingly aura blocked the [tear].
"Enough. The farce should stop." The door of the dungeon was opened, and the clear sky and free wind poured in, ruffling Indra's golden long hair and moon-white holy robe, and his skin was so white and almost transparent as jade, causing the belated king to be in a trance for a moment.
"Are you an elf from the Celestial Clan?" the king asked him in a low voice. His usually majestic voice softened a little in front of the beautiful creature.
Wang stood before Qingmu, his hand grasping the vines carved with dark golden patterns, unmoving. He was uncorrupted by the power of the gods.
Emperor Shitian raised his eyes slightly, his golden pupils gleaming with light. Seeing the man in red approaching, he guessed his identity.
This Asura had a handsome face comparable to that of a god, sharp silver-gray eyes, and a tall stature, but he was a typical Asura.
In the language of the Asuras, the word "elf" means praise. Since the birth of Chaos, the most beautiful race to appear under heaven is the elves. They are unrestrained and unconventional. They are the favorite pets of the celestial nobles.
This god has a beautiful appearance, but its ear bones are not pointed, and it does not have wings as thin as gauze.
The prince knelt obediently on the spot, his hands folded at his sides. The fierce attitude he had just had was gone, leaving only obedience and good behavior.
"Your Majesty, my name is Indra, and I come from the weakest Thirty-three Heavens, a desolate land abandoned by the gods."
The golden-haired prince smiled, a soft golden glow emanating from his body. As the golden light faded, his wounds healed, and his robes regained their pristine purity. He demonstrated his power to Ashura, a non-threatening ability called "Healing."
"Your Majesty! The Celestials are full of lies and must not be trusted!" Aoki, who had escaped the disaster, saw the Asura King's calming gaze and was eager to provoke the king into murder. "The Celestials have slaughtered countless of my fellow Asuras. Every Celestial should pay with their lives!"
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