Bab 210: 132. She wanted to know what it feels like up there.

A seemingly simple sentence appeared to contain an overwhelming authority and command.

The disciple from the Confucian-Mo Pavilion felt an even more terrifying pressure than before crash down upon him.

It was like the relation between a king and his subjects, or like inherent shackles born with one, the mere touch of this pressure left him utterly defeated.

At this moment, the beliefs and proud spirit he had cultivated in the Confucian-Mo Pavilion shattered to dust, as an irresistible urge to bow spread through his heart.

"No! I will never admit defeat!"

Yet still, he glared fiercely, teeth clenched tight.

Scholars have their pride!

Xu Yuan's gaze was cold and dismissive, utterly disregarding his pride.

Even if he was not playing a king to align with the spirit of the Inheritance Space, he would not consider it important.

Pride of a scholar?

Unfortunately,

When a king orders death, the subject has no choice but to die!