Those words landed like resounding slaps across the face, every sentence piercing straight to the heart. The method truly had not been his idea; the words were like sharp blades, stabbing into his chest and impossible to pull out, enough to haunt him for life. His face turned green, and he had no grounds to refute it. He could only gnash his teeth and snarl viciously, "Yue Qianchou, I'll let you know what it means to beg for life and be denied it, to beg for death and be unable to die!"
"Beg for life and be denied it, beg for death and be unable to die?" Yue Qianchou sneered. "Don't worry. I wouldn't beg anyone, least of all you." He raised a hand, pinched off a tiny section of his little finger, and clicked his tongue. "Who in the Three Realms doesn't know you're a beast who sold his daughter for glory? Poor Mu Tianjiao traded her body for that scrap of vanity for you, yet not only do you fail to cherish it, you even flaunt it everywhere. Are you afraid people won't know how shameless you are? Have you never considered whether, with your own meager abilities, you could have gathered so many people to help you?"
Previously, he had considered Wu Xiong's dignity and had not wanted to curse that husband and wife directly. But now the map had been exhausted and the dagger revealed; they had made it clear that they wanted his life. Any mercy he showed now would be worth less than dog shit. It was now either they died or he did. There was no road of retreat.
"Take him alive! Take him alive! I want to kill him with my own hands..." Mu Bing repeatedly roared, pointing into the cell. He