Gong Bo woke up from his daze, and what appeared before him was a vast, white space.
"Where is this?"
He looked around in confusion, "Heaven? Or Hell?"
He questioned himself; he wasn’t a good person and had killed many. If there was truly a place for souls after death, he should be in Hell.
But this scene didn’t resemble Hell at all.
Could it be that for those who are overflowing with sin, their final destination is Heaven?
"This is neither Heaven nor Hell."
A tall figure slowly emerged from the white mist.
There was a surge of anger in his eyes.
"Who are you?"
Gong Bo furrowed his brow; this person looked familiar, as if he’d seen him somewhere before.
The next moment, he suddenly widened his eyes and said in a trembling voice, "You are the Thunder Emperor?"
"Yes, it’s me."
The Thunder Emperor walked up to him and looked down at the man sitting on the ground.
"So, I’m at the Awakened Association?"
Gong Bo couldn’t believe it.
"I’m not dead?"
"Of course, you’re not dead."
The Thunder Emperor looked at him, "However, the current situation may be harder for you to accept than death."
Gong Bo was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that his power had decreased by more than ninety percent. It was as if he could easily produce a dragon of fire dozens of meters long before, but now, even making a fireball the size of a soccer ball was a struggle.
Suddenly enlightened, he began to laugh while saying, "Gong Bo, you would never have dreamed that you would end up like this, right? Hahaha."
While laughing, tears began to stream down his face.
The Thunder Emperor silently watched and did not interrupt.
He could understand the feeling of losing almost everything.
However, personally, he wished to slap Gong Bo dead right there.
After a while, the laughter stopped, and Gong Bo looked up at the Thunder Emperor, saying, "It was him who sent us here, right? Also, dead bodies are not as valuable as the living. But being defeated by him, I have no complaints. No wonder he dared to come to us; we were so arrogant. Now thinking back, I really wish there was a hole in the ground to crawl into."
Hearing this, the Thunder Emperor asked, "How did he defeat you?"
Chen Fan had arrived earlier and didn’t say much, just handed over the two men to him and left soon after.
So he was quite curious about the battle.
"If I guessed correctly, he used the final move of the Holy Spirit Swordsmanship, the Twenty-Third Sword."
"The Twenty-Third Sword!"
The Thunder Emperor’s pupils suddenly widened, his breath quickening.
"The legendary Twenty-Third Sword?"
"That’s right. After he used this move, I felt completely immobile, as if time had halted, and could only watch as a sword qi pierced through my forehead and then lost consciousness."
Gong Bo said with lingering fear.
Even though he was alive now, recalling the previous scene made his body involuntarily tremble.
That sense of powerlessness and despair is something that people who haven’t experienced it would never understand.
"According to legend, the Twenty-Third Sword can indeed lock space and time, but no one has ever managed to use it. Did he truly accomplish it?"
The Thunder Emperor was greatly shaken.
He questioned himself: if he faced this move, how much chance of victory would he have?
Thinking of this, he shook his head; without truly encountering it, he wouldn’t know the result.
But undoubtedly, he did not want to face such an opponent unless absolutely necessary.
Composing himself, his gaze fell on Gong Bo.
"Was it the Elder Council that sent you to hunt him down?"
Gong Bo laughed upon hearing the question, "Yes, more precisely, it was the Su Family."
The Thunder Emperor narrowed his eyes, "Are you sure it was the Su Family?"
"How could I not be sure?"
Gong Bo said, "Without the backing of the Su Family, how could Yu Jianqiao and I achieve today’s accomplishments? Or should I say, the Su Family trained many people; Yu Jianqiao and I are just the most outstanding among them."
Although he was smiling, there was deep-seated hatred in his eyes.
Because the so-called training wasn’t about good food and drinks but was akin to raising venomous insects.
For a bit of food, these people would fight fiercely, even killing each other; only those who managed to survive received the Su Family’s attention.
Good people might not survive to the end, but those who did survive couldn’t be good people.
"Why did they train you?"
"Train us for what?"
Gong Bo sneered, "Naturally, to do things for them, particularly tasks involving life-threatening risks."
"So, the extermination massacre of the Song Family and other noble families was also orchestrated by the Su Family to frame Chen Fan and had you carry it out?" the Thunder Emperor’s voice grew colder.
He didn’t have a good impression of the Song Family and other noble families.
However, there were some innocent people among them, perhaps a few, but there were some.
Yet they were killed indiscriminately, their bodies drained, dying in the cruelest manner.
"That’s not the case."
Gong Bo shook his head.
"The massacre of those noble families was Yu Jianqiao’s idea to enhance his power; of course, I participated to prevent anyone from escaping. However..."
He chuckled, "Similar tasks, we’ve carried out quite a few, primarily at the Su Family’s behest. This is the purpose of their training, including dealing with people like you."
He raised his head and looked at the Thunder Emperor.