Chapter 954: The Great Qian... Perishes!

Seeing that the King of Qian had made up his mind, everyone sighed helplessly and stopped urging him further.

The State Tutor Su Xiaofeng wore a complex expression and said solemnly, "Your Majesty cares for all under heaven and never forgets your ancestors; your subjects deeply admire you."

"But precisely because of this, I cannot bear to see Your Majesty walk the Huang Quan path alone."

The King of Qian's pupils contracted, his lips trembling: "State Tutor, you..."

Su Xiaofeng smiled, casually straightened his robes, then raised his right palm, gathering spiritual energy, and slammed it into his own chest!

Boom—

A muffled thud echoed; Su Xiaofeng staggered several steps, his face ashen, crimson blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"State Tutor!"

The civil and military officials below were stunned into silence, forgetting protocol, rushing forward to support him.

The King of Qian's face twisted in sorrow: "Qian will fall—I alone need die. Why must you do this?"

Su Xiaofeng wiped his mouth, then rose again, supported by the officials.

After unleashing his full strength against himself with no defense, his meridians shattered, his purple mansion cracked, and his spiritual sea ruptured.

Even his Primordial Spirit, deliberately targeted, suffered grievous injury.

Without exaggeration, he could die at any moment.

Yet facing his ruined body, Su Xiaofeng's expression remained unchanged, not even a furrow on his brow.

He looked at the King of Qian and said softly, "My life was given to me by Qian's ancestors; without them, how could I have survived this long and attained the cultivation of the Nine Layers of Ten Thousand Forms?"

"Moreover, every previous King has regarded me as family..."

"I have long been blessed by the royal house, and have sworn a great Daoheart vow to perish with Qian!"

"Now that Your Majesty is willing to die to prove your resolve, I shall follow."

Here, his voice paused briefly.

Su Xiaofeng slowly lowered his head, gazing toward the palace gates, his eyes shimmering as if seeing all of Qian's mountains, rivers, grasses, and trees!

Suddenly, his face broke into a carefree, hearty laugh: "What joy in life? What delight in death? This foul, mortal shell—what matter if I cast it aside?"

"Cang Ling may be beautiful, but it is not my Qian..."

No sooner had he spoken than Su Xiaofeng closed his eyes and ceased breathing.

A State Tutor, a great cultivator who stood on the brink of the Primordial Spirit realm, willingly ended his own life—for the sake of country, for the conviction in his heart!

Witnessing this, every civil and military official present knelt down, weeping uncontrollably, overwhelmed with grief!

The King of Qian sighed: "State Tutor, I never imagined that even now, you would depart before me."

He slowly turned his head to face the ministers and ordered, "The State Tutor's loyalty and righteousness must never be betrayed. After my death, bury his body alongside mine in the Royal Mausoleum..."

The ministers bowed their heads urgently: "We, your subjects, obey your decree!!"

The King of Qian gave a faint smile, with no further hesitation, and decisively slashed his own throat with his sword.