Villain : After Slacking Off, The Protagonist Collapse-Chapter 311
Chapter 311
“Ah!” Jin Yuan sighed deeply, his expression helpless.
The once-arrogant demeanor seemed to have vanished as he spoke slowly, “Primordial Holy Son, the Little Roc King may have offended you greatly with his words, but his offense does not warrant death. I hope the Holy Son can show mercy.”
Although the desire to kill the Golden-Winged Little Roc King was strong, Jin Yuan couldn’t ignore the fact that the young Roc was the hope of the Golden-Winged Roc Clan.
Gifted with extraordinary talent, the clan still held aspirations for his future achievements.
While not expecting him to ascend to the throne of an Emperor, they at least hoped he could reach the eighth or ninth step of the Quasi-Emperor realm, serving as the clan’s foundation for generations to come.
Without such a figure, their foundation would remain pitifully weak. A single Quasi-Emperor at the seventh step was a laughable status that invited scorn. For this reason, Jin Yuan refused to give up on the Little Roc King, even if it meant enduring humiliation.
Determined, Jin Yuan was willing to set aside his pride, beseeching Jiang Chen to show leniency and offer the Little Roc King a chance at life.
As these words fell, the crowd was stunned, their expressions filled with disbelief. They stared at Jin Yuan with mixed emotions.
Was this truly the same Jin Yuan they had known—the arrogant and domineering patriarch of the Golden-Winged Roc Clan?
Seeing this unfold, many sighed. Such a scene would have been unthinkable in the past, yet it was now playing out before their eyes.
Confronted by the imposing presence of the Primordial Holy Son, Jin Yuan had bowed his head, letting go of his arrogance as he humbly lowered himself, hoping Jiang Chen would show mercy.
Observing this, Jin Changhe felt a pang of discomfort in his heart, unable to put his feelings into words. Meanwhile, the Golden-Winged Little Roc King lowered his head in silence, his thoughts a mystery.
On the other hand, Tianyang Zhenren sighed inwardly. If only the Little Roc King had inherited some of Jin Yuan’s wisdom, their situation might not have deteriorated to this extent.
Simultaneously, everyone’s attention shifted toward the pavilion, waiting anxiously for Jiang Chen’s decision.
“Spare his life? That is not impossible,” Jiang Chen’s calm voice echoed. “However, he must kneel at the ancient city gates for a hundred years. Only then can this matter be considered resolved.”
Jin Yuan’s plea indeed moved others, but what did that have to do with Jiang Chen? The two sides were inherently adversaries—locked in a life-and-death struggle. How could he easily let his enemy go?
As the saying goes: forgiveness is the prerogative of the divine, but his role was to send his enemies to meet their maker.
Even so, Jiang Chen refrained from immediate action. A straightforward execution was too dull and too easy for his enemies. Instead, he preferred to torment the Golden-Winged Little Roc King.
Kneeling for a century at the gates of the ancient city might seem insignificant in the grand scale of a cultivator’s lifespan, but the location made all the difference.
The ancient city gates were a hub of constant activity, with countless individuals passing by daily. For someone as proud as the Little Roc King, this would be an unparalleled humiliation—a punishment and torment far worse than death.
Such an ordeal could even manifest as his inner demon, breaking his spirit and ensuring he would never rise again.
Though there was a faint chance the Little Roc King might endure and transcend this trial, such hope seemed distant. If he did manage to rise again, Jiang Chen had no qualms about acting decisively then.
The Golden-Winged Roc Clan’s alliance with the Yin Yang Sea had already sealed their mutual animosity. If not today, their battle would inevitably come in the future. For someone as proud as the Little Roc King, this punishment was far crueler than death.
“Impossible!” The Little Roc King raised his head abruptly and roared, his voice filled with fury. He would rather die than endure such humiliation.
A century of kneeling at the gates, enduring the scorn of countless passersby—such disgrace was unthinkable.
“Holy Son, isn’t this excessive?” Jin Yuan’s tone turned icy. “If you wish to kill him, just say so! Why resort to such humiliation?”
“This is humiliation,” Jiang Chen admitted calmly. “To survive, one must endure trials. If he cannot bear this, how can he hope to survive in this world?”
“I’ve been merciful to you all! Many people are willing to do anything just to live—even if it means becoming beasts of burden, slaves, or servants. So why not simply kneel for a hundred years?”
Jiang Chen no longer felt the need to conceal his disdain. After all, their sides were already at odds. “What’s wrong with humiliating you? Did you consider any of this when you allied with the Yin Yang Sea?”
Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed as the Golden-Winged Little Roc King soared into the sky, his entire body radiating dazzling golden light.
The brilliance made him appear both divine and demonic, and his overwhelming aura surged forth, blanketing the heavens and the earth. He stood above all, exuding majesty as if swallowing the stars.
“I… would rather die than submit!” he roared angrily. His figure transformed into a streak of golden light, aiming to escape into the distance.
The Little Roc King was no fool. Charging at Jiang Chen might have created a heroic tale, but it would undoubtedly lead to certain death. Running away, on the other hand, at least offered a sliver of hope.
Almost simultaneously, Jin Yuan unleashed his divine sense, his immense power forming a protective force around the Little Roc King, aiding his escape.
“Is that necessary?” Jiang Chen’s voice rang out softly.
There was no visible fluctuation of energy. All that could be heard was a booming sound. In the distant sky, the Little Roc King’s body abruptly exploded, scattering blood across the heavens.
His soul was completely annihilated. Even with Jin Yuan’s protection, it was impossible to resist Jiang Chen’s attack. It wasn’t even a matter of resistance—Jin Yuan didn’t even know when Jiang Chen had acted.
The Little Roc King perished as if erased by the very will of the heavens, dying instantly on the spot. The sheer terror of Jiang Chen’s power left the onlookers in shock.
His ability far exceeded their imagination, and even a figure as strong as Jin Yuan was helpless against it.
The growing strength of the Primordial Holy Son was truly horrifying. Whispers spread among the crowd, murmuring that he might already possess the power of a Quasi-Emperor.
“The Little Roc King is dead,” Jin Yuan said coldly, his tone suppressing immense fury. “May I leave with Jin Changhe?”
Jin Yuan chose his words carefully, avoiding anything that might provoke Jiang Chen further. He couldn’t afford to jeopardize Jin Changhe’s safety.
“You may,” Jiang Chen replied calmly. Jin Changhe wasn’t worth the effort. He had no great potential and posed no threat. Letting him live wouldn’t change much; the shifting tides of the future might claim his life anyway.
