World-Ending Demon Emperor-Chapter 2100 - 989: The Tragic Deaths of Yan Ping and Turing Chen
The words left everyone in shock!
Lanling himself didn’t kill Yan Ping, but instead wanted the Sky Holy Palace to kill him. Is that even possible?
Yan Ping could hardly believe his ears. Was Demon Emperor Lanling out of his mind? Had he gone insane?
He was currently playing the hero of the Dragon Temple. How could a mere priest dare to challenge Demon Emperor Lanling’s hero?
Suddenly, Yan Ping felt even more invigorated, saying, "So the so-called World-Ending Demon Emperor is just a madman, haha!"
Lanling gazed at the floating fortresses in the sky, and slowly said, "Are you sure you won’t take action?"
Shi Tian, Tian Daoqi, and Ning Wuya exchanged glances.
Lanling didn’t issue any threats nor promise any rewards, he simply demanded that they flay Yan Ping. The reasons required no explanation; although the Dragon Temple felt assured of their victory, what if they failed?
By then, perhaps Demon Emperor Lanling would remember this small favor and might offer certain political rewards, or at least a slightly dignified death?
Even a little bit of favor from Demon Emperor Lanling would be incredibly valuable.
Although the three bigwigs of the Sky Holy Palace felt confident in their victory, what was a mere lapdog in exchange for a little favor from Lanling?
Thus, the three bigwigs nodded.
Then, four powerful enforcers emerged from the sky fortress, descended slowly to the ground, approached Yan Ping, and grasped his shoulders.
Yan Ping was startled, saying, "Wh... what’s happening?"
One enforcer said, "Don’t worry, we’ll be quick, you won’t feel much pain."
At that moment, Yan Ping realized the Sky Holy Palace was really going to act against him. He truly couldn’t believe his ears or his eyes.
The Sky Holy Palace and Demon Emperor Lanling were mortal enemies; he had provoked Lanling to boost the morale of the Dragon Temple. Clearly, as a hero of the Dragon Temple, the Sky Holy Palace should be rewarding him highly.
Who would have thought that the Demon Emperor asked the Sky Holy Palace to kill him, and they really came to do it?
On what grounds? On what grounds?
Why?
Yan Ping and Turing Chen felt that their views on life and the world had been entirely overturned.
Why?
Yan Ping was pressed to the ground by the four enforcers, stripped of his clothing, and had a cut made above his head with a dagger, then they grabbed his scalp, ready to peel it off.
"Peel it slowly, don’t kill him right away, let Master Yan Ping fully feel the pain," Lanling said.
Then the four enforcers indeed slowed down their actions, peeling Yan Ping’s scalp little by little.
"Ah... ah... ah..."
Yan Ping screamed in sheer agony.
Boundless pain and despair, boundless anger and hatred surged within him.
Why? I’m a priest of the Dragon Temple, part of the real upper echelon; even if not highly meritorious, I am laboriously dedicated all these years...
Why did it come to this? Why did it come to this?
In front of everyone, Yan Ping’s scalp was completely peeled away.
The crowd turned ashen watching all of this, and Turing Chen’s legs shook, causing him to collapse onto the ground.
Having pledged allegiance to Fu Lingxi and wielding power in the Rage Wave Kingdom, Turing Chen believed he was part of the ruling class, even holding some status in the Dragon Temple.
And today, reality slapped him in the face?
Just like how the old Master Zhao slapped Ah Q in the face: Do you deserve to be called Zhao? (Note: from "The True Story of Ah Q")
And the reality before him was even more brutal, the three bigwigs of the Sky Holy Palace coldly watched everything, unfazed.
You think you, a mere priest, can curry favor with my Sky Holy Palace that easily?
At this moment, Yan Ping suddenly roared in fury, "Dragon Temple, screw you!"
This world truly is ridiculous. Tuli Yang shouted this earlier, and now Yan Ping also shouted it, even more furiously, even more wronged.
"Dragon Temple, are you not afraid of losing people’s hearts by doing this?" Yan Ping screamed desperately, having lost his entire scalp.
The three bigwigs of the Sky Holy Palace paid no attention, lacking the slightest interest in responding.
People’s hearts are only needed by those not strong enough. Why don’t you ask Demon Emperor Lanling if he cares about the hearts of the Demon Race?
Please, we are not kings of the Human Kingdom; we don’t play that water lifts the boat but can also overturn it game.
We are rulers, we possess near-divine powers. Talking about people’s hearts to me is like thinking the emperor uses a golden pitchfork to clear manure, what’s the difference?
"Enough, end him..." Ning Wuya blandly ordered.
"Rip..." The four enforcers harshly tore, flaying Yan Ping’s entire body alive.
Only a bare muscle figure remained, twitching desperately. One enforcer took out a bottle of something and dropped it onto Yan Ping’s body.
Immediately his skinless body began to corrode.
"Ah... ah... ah..." Yan Ping let out agonized wails, struggling for a while, curling up into a ball and dying.
Before dying, Yan Ping no longer hated the Dragon Temple, nor did he hate Suo Lun, but himself!
Once upon a time, he was also gentle and refined.
Although he despicably used heretical magic to make Ashi Liren think she liked him, although she didn’t truly like him, she at least admired him.
Back then, he was indeed charming, graceful, and full of substance.
Yan Ping was sure that back then, even if he had met Suo Lun, they could have been good friends.
At that time, Yan Ping, in order to win the affection of Liren, desperately tried to make himself more successful, more outstanding.
So, when did I become so ugly and disgusting?
It was when I suggested that the Zhi Du Sanctuary kill Liren because I couldn’t have Liren and wanted to destroy her. It was because Liren fell in love with Suo Lun and didn’t care for me, Yan Ping, at all.
Jealousy utterly destroyed me.
Once a person breaks through a certain bottom line, then there is no longer a bottom line.
Just like Turing Chen, once so elegant and disdainful of power, liked Yan Nai’er but maintained a distance, calling her his sister.
However, after Yan Nai’er and Suo Lun got together, all of Turing Chen’s grace disappeared, jealousy completely destroyed him, turning him into a shameless person.
In a way, Ling Ao was the same type of person.
Except at the last moment of his life, he regained all of his dignity, dying in a blaze of glory, punctuating his life with a brilliant exclamation mark.
"My whole life, I lived so ugly!" Yan Ping sighed deeply before he died.
Yet, aside from Turing Chen and Fang Qingqing, no one cared about his death.
...
Lanling gazed at the ruins of the collapsed Sky-Piercing Dragon Tower.
There was a sense of sentimentality in his heart!
He knew when Jiang Xue left the Flame Demon Empire, but he didn’t care much at the time. He did not expect that she would choose this way to advise him, using a magnificent sacrifice to shake his heart.
She was so resolute.
And what Lanling couldn’t have expected more was that the one completing this great feat was Ling Ao! Ling Ao, who would rather be a dog for Zhi Li than surrender to him.
He resolved his life in such a manner, be it for revenge, release, or the salvation of humankind.
His death was extremely glorious.
Originally in Lanling’s heart, Ling Ao’s name had completely vanished. But now, that name is deeply etched into his memory.
Destiny plays tricks on us!
Lanling looked at the figures of Gui Xingfu, Tuli Ming, and Tuli Yang on the ground and said, "I want to take these three people."
Tian Daoqi said, "Okay, Demon Emperor, release them."
Without any conditions, the Dragon Temple released the three.
The three supported each other, crossing the dimensional boundary into the Demon Territory.
A giant energy shield protected the three, safeguarding them from the realm pressure of the Demon Emperor.
Moments later, three death samurais appeared and mounted the three onto ghost rays, flying southward.
"Farewell, see you at the final battle," said Demon Emperor Lanling.
The three leaders of the Sky Holy Palace said, "Farewell, Demon Emperor, see you at the duel."
Then, the blood-red clouds in the sky dispersed, and Lanling’s visage gradually vanished from the horizon.
To the north of the ten thousand mountains, the rift in the sky disappeared, and the sky fortress of the Sky Holy Palace descended.
Everything returned to its original state.
Only the ruins scattered over the ground, countless corpses, countless bewildered people were left.
Lanling, from start to finish, did not pay attention to the people north of the ten thousand mountains, nor to Turing Chen, nor to Fang Qingqing, not even glancing at Turing Chen.
Turing Chen was truly terrified, almost wetting his pants.
Seeing Yan Ping’s death, Turing Chen thought he was bound to die too.
However, in the heart of Demon Emperor Lanling, he wasn’t even considered a cat or a dog. He didn’t even have the honor of being directly executed by Demon Emperor Lanling; neither did Yan Ping, but by relentlessly provoking, he finally earned the honor of being executed by Lanling.
Courting death, seek and you shall receive.
No one dared to handle Yan Ping’s corpse, nor dared to care for it.
Turing Chen, who had once been castrated in an alternative way by Suo Lun, later regained his vigor with the help of the Dragon Temple after currying favor extensively. Now, he felt completely deflated.
Ignoring the wetness in his pants, Turing Chen crouched in front of Yan Ping’s miserable corpse with an extremely sorrowful face.
He felt that his life had lost all meaning.
He felt himself utterly pathetic.
Tears gushed from Turing Chen’s eyes, boundless sorrow.
He knew he wouldn’t survive, there would be repercussions, such as why Zhi Ao would so insanely loyal to the Demon Emperor and betray the Dragon Temple? Because someone had slept with his wife.
So, who slept with his wife?
Many, many, more than four limbs could count, but Turing Chen was singled out by Zhi Ao.
So, he had to take responsibility, he had to die.
He once thought that as a Duke, he still held considerable weight, that he had some prestige in front of Fu Lingxi. But now he knew, he was nothing.
Oh, no, he wasn’t even nothing.
"Yan Ping, we aren’t even nothing." Turing Chen laughed bleakly, then drew his sword and swiftly slashed his own throat.
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