Show weakness
"Your Majesty, another Protoss spy has been discovered!"
"Kill them... without mercy." The cold and arrogant emperor merely glanced back before turning away impatiently. His towering figure carried a powerful aura, enough to make even the demons of the abyss retreat.
The Abyss is the habitat of the Asuras. It houses all demons, ghosts, spirits, demons, beasts, and fallen gods who are unacceptable to the Six Paths of Reincarnation. The ruler of this abyss is known as the "King of the Asuras."
Until one day, a holy young man in a cloak set foot here. He felt completely out of place here. The bitter, murderous energy that lingered year-round at the bottom of the abyss cut his delicate skin and burned his bare feet. But he never stopped. Instead, he walked to the front of Purgatory and calmly opened his arms.
"I am from the Celestial Tribe, and I want to see your king."
The prince took off his cloak and tossed it carelessly at his feet. His body was covered in scars, adding a touch of brokenness and charm. His golden hair, elegant attire, and beautiful face startled even the ferocious Asura.
Someone quickly reacted. A Yaksha named "Aoki" pointed his tall trident at the prince. "The king's order is that all Celestials must be killed without mercy. Capture!"
"The gods are the weakest race and pose no threat to Asura." The prince's golden hair was blown by the breeze. He raised his sad dark golden eyes, looking innocent and weak.
"Since you have the self-awareness to do so, you should have your Celestial King relinquish his authority and step back," Aoki said viciously. "Imprison him in the dungeon. I will personally interrogate this Protoss later."
Indra did not resist and allowed the strong and ferocious Asuras to control his body.
Countless humans and gods were imprisoned in the dark dungeon, including nobles and commoners. However, in this place, the nobles were the targets of severe torture.
The prince's arms were bound to the gallows, thick iron chains locked around his delicate wrists, preventing him from breaking free. Ghostly nails were used to seal the divine spirit veins. This torture was a hundred times worse than ordinary torture, the excruciating pain gnawing at the victim's sanity.
"I don't have the strength to fight, and Ashura is the most powerful warrior in the world."
The prince raised his dark golden eyes and looked at Aoki with pity, stating the fact that he posed no threat.
The holy robe dragged on the ground, and his slender legs were faintly visible in it. It was covered with dark golden patterns, pointing to one of the hanging anklets, which looked like a delicate and small shackle.
Aoki frowned secretly. This god was unlike any he had encountered before. There seemed to be some kind of magical power about him, an indestructible illusion. There must be something wrong with him!
Aoki threw the whip in his hand to his men, "Give him twenty lashes."
His hands were untied, and Asura thought that he had been hit by the magic nail and was a lamb to be slaughtered, so he did not care about him and let him slide weakly to his knees on the ground.
Two of them went up to hold his arms, and swung the long whip on the prince's back with a "whoosh--" sound. The holy white shirt was stained with blood. The prince showed a trace of pain on his face, and his body trembled slightly, arousing people's endless desire to protect him.
The thought of destroying this overly beautiful Protoss ignited the tyrannical tendencies within Qingmu's heart. He recalled his mother, who was killed by the Protoss when he was a child. He felt helpless at that time, and his hatred for the Protoss grew stronger. This hatred was finally condensed into the Protoss before him.
He didn't seem to have any divine power at all, and perhaps, as he said, he was just a god from a remote area. But his appearance made people wary.
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