The Man's Decree

As soon as Tigerus heard that, realization promptly dawned upon him. Now that Yuven has lost all ability to practice martial arts,
there’s nothing for me to fear anymore! Following that thought, the panic on his face vanished without a trace.
On the heels of that, a trace of scorn showed on his face, and he drawled, “I never thought that you’d still dare to return when
you’ve lost all your martial arts skills, Your Majesty. But in consideration of our relationship all these years, I don’t mind sparing
you. However, you must find Princess Ivasha and give me her hand in marriage. In that case, you’ll be my father-in-law and can
continue enjoying life in Imperial Beast City.”
At the man’s demeanor, Yuven could not help the sneer curving his lips. “You want to marry Ivasha? Who do you think you are?”
Disdain brimmed in his eyes, and he casually waved a hand. Without warning, a terrifying aura burst forth. The general from
Norwal City, who had just urged Tigerus not to be afraid, had no time to react before he blew up.
In a flash, a haze of blood permeated the palace, and that general from Norwal City disappeared into thin air. Witnessing that
scene, Tigerus was instantly stumped.
He had never expected Yuven to have recovered his capabilities. The expressions of the other generals from Norwal City
likewise changed drastically. With Yuven having regained his capabilities, insignificant figures like them could never possibly be
his match.
They exchanged glances before rushing out in a mad dash. All they wanted was to escape. So long as they could make it back
to Norwal City, they would be safe. Yuven merely watched motionless as they charged out.
All of a sudden, waves of aura flared out from Yuven. The generals fleeing for their lives sensed a weight on their shoulders
before they all dropped facedown to the ground.
It was as though a mountain was pressing down on each of them, and they could not climb back up to their feet no matter how
hard they tried.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of explosions rang out. The few generals from Norwal City exploded from the pressure of the aura and similarly turned
into sprays of blood.
Yuven did not even have to lift a finger against them, for the gap in capabilities was simply too vast. As Tigerus watched
everything unfold before his eyes, he trembled violently all over.

Thud!
He dropped to his knees on the ground and started to beg for mercy desperately. “Please spare me, Your Majesty! Please have
mercy on me! It was because I was deceived by Xandros that I did such a thing. Please don’t kill me, Your Majesty!”
Prostrating himself, he beseeched the king fervently. Regretfully, there was not a hint of sympathy in Yuven’s eyes. He would
never give a traitor like Tigerus another chance.
He opened his hand, upon which an intense suction force had Tigerus flying right at him. Held by the collar, Tigerus was
incapable of even putting up a struggle.
While carrying him, Yuven slowly walked out of the palace. Everywhere he went, the guards of Imperial Beast City knelt in
reverence. He continued forward until he went beyond the city gates before coming to a stop.
By then, Tigerus was as pale as a sheet. He had no idea how Yuven was planning to deal with him. In fact, his pants were
already soaked with urine.
“Guards!” Yuven roared. At once, a team of armored guards rushed over and fell to their knees before him. He ordered, “Hang
this traitor on the city gates. I want him to remain there forever and use him to warn everyone of the consequences of being a
traitor.”
Then, he tossed Tigerus onto the ground. When Tigerus heard that, panic swamped him, and he only wished for a quick death
then. He did not want to be hung on the city gates forever, forced to continue living as everyone derided him.
“No... No... Kill me. Please kill me!” he bellowed. Verily, he hoped that Yuven would kill him. However, Yuven did not even spare
him a single glance. Instead, the king whirled around and headed back into Imperial Beast City.
Tigerus wanted to chase after him but was pinned down by the team of guards. Subsequently, they hung him high on the city
gates.
From then on, he would be subject to the rain and sun forever, enduring a myriad of torment yet remaining alive throughout them
all.
At that moment, regret welled within him. Alas, it was already too late.