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Chapter 1256

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The Condor Country's Emperor stared blankly at Jun Xie, not having expected that the answer he got would be like this.

Jun Xie had long wanted to destroy the Condor Country, but she had not intended to seize it all through war. The method she was using now, would not only allow the citizens of the Condor Country to be spared from the flames of war, it was also much simpler.

To take down the second most powerful country in the Lower Realm without losing a single soldier, such a crazy thing, only she would be able to do it.

The Condor Country's Emperor fell limply to the ground, his face ashen.

Never in his dreams would he have thought that things would develop to such a state. The mighty Condor Country had been forced into such a state, how could he possibly accept it?

"Don't do this ….. Don't ….. I beg you ….." The Condor Country's Emperor could only plead bitterly. He had no other way out. From the moment Jun Xie and the others had stepped into the main hall, his fate had been sealed.

How could he resist? Seven Purple Spirits had trapped him within the main hall, and if he dared to resist, only death awaited him.

The Condor Country's Emperor who had once forced countless countries and rulers into a dead end, at that very moment, had personally experienced the hopelessness of being drowned. And this time, Jun Xie had not given him the slightest bit of hope to break free from it.

"Little Yan." Jun Xie stared coldly at the Condor Country's Emperor who was sobbing bitterly on the ground.

"Here." Fei Yan said smilingly as he walked over.

"Bring the brush, ink and paper here. Let him write the last Imperial Edict." Jun Xie said expressionlessly.

Fei Yan immediately went to fetch the brush, ink and paper, and brought them before the Condor Country's Emperor.

The Condor Country's Emperor stared in terror at the blank Imperial Edict spread out before his eyes, the terror in his eyes rising to its peak at that moment!

"No! I will not write it! I am the Condor Country's Emperor! Everything in the Condor Country belongs to me! I do not know how to write! I do not know how to write a single word! " In despair, the Condor Country's Emperor let out a final roar. He was in a wretched state, the jade crown had unknowingly fallen to the ground, his hair disheveled, making him look highly laughable.

Jun Xie looked at the Condor Country's Emperor who had suddenly burst forth with courage and she laughed coldly.

"Pry open his mouth."

The Condor Country's Emperor was shocked and he was just about to run when Qiao Chu shot forward, pressing down on his shoulder to stop him from moving!

Qiao Chu held his shoulder with one hand and pried open his mouth with the other.

Jun Wu Xie pulled out an elixir from her Cosmos Sack and with a light flick of her finger, she threw it into the Condor Country's Emperor's mouth. Qiao Chu forced the Emperor to swallow the elixir before he released his hand.

"What did you feed me? What did you eat!? "The Condor Country's Emperor asked as he clutched at his throat, glaring fiercely at Jun Xie.

"You will know very soon." Jun Wu Xie said softly.

However, at the very moment that Jun Xie's voice fell, a heart rending pain suddenly exploded within the Condor Country's Emperor's body!

It was as if he had swallowed countless steel knives into his stomach, churning them incessantly. His internal organs, his flesh and blood, his bones, every single inch of his body was experiencing this inhumane torture. In an instant, the Condor Country's Emperor lost all his strength and fell to the ground, his entire body twitching, his face turning purple from suffocation.

"If you are not willing to write, I will not make things difficult for you. Just bear with it and when you have thought it through, you can write it. I am not in a hurry." Jun Wu Xie's voice was soft and cold, like the wind in the cold winter of February, piercing one's bones.

The Condor Country's Emperor twitched uncontrollably, tears and mucus mixing together as he wailed, rolling on the ground in pain.

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