1147 Demise of the Crown

Disbelief filled Heavenly Monarch Di Ming's eyes, he looked down at the old tree that pierced through his body and looked back at Queen Goddess, he questioned puzzlingly, "Zitong, why…?"

"Your Majesty," Queen Goddess cast the old tree and the Tree of Life was covertly siphoning Di Ming's life force. Blood was gushing out of his body, all the blood essence, cultivation, and Dao he cultivated his entire life was sucked away from him. 

She said happily, "I don't want to be a queen, I want to be the Heavenly Monarch."

"When I am the Heavenly Monarch, aren't you the Heavenly Monarch too?" Heavenly Monarch Di Ming's face was distorted, he said, "I thought, we were in love."

Queen Goddess nodded, she chortled, "Other than Your Majesty, I still have my own male concubines. Yang Hou, what are you waiting for?"