Ruthless

With a slight exertion of his hand, he ground the two letters into crumbs, then flicked them away. Carried by the circling breeze, they scattered throughout the forest. To the two men lying on the ground, unable to move or speak, the sight was like falling into hell. It was completely over.

Xiang Yang braced the Demon Suppressing Blade Casket with one hand and pried open the swordsman's mouth with the other, unsealing his mute acupoint before asking, "How does Soul Chasing Incense track people? How can it be washed away? How long does it last? Tell me, and I'll give you a quick death. Keep your mouth shut and play the tough man, and I'll make you wish you were dead."

Towering trees stood thickly all around, their overlapping canopies layered upon one another. The sun occasionally spilled mottled specks of light through gaps in the leaves, but darkness predominated. With Xiang Yang smiling as he uttered those threats, the scene became all the more terrifying.

"Pah! The Gu family saved my life. You want me to betray my masters? Do you think I'm some cowardly villain afraid of death? I won't tell you anything. Give up that thought—mm!"

The moment the man finished saying "thought," a low, muffled groan followed, too choked to become a shout. His teeth ground together with a creak, and his lips were bitten apart, blood seeping out.

In an instant, a layer of sweat sprang up across his face, fat drops rolling down. Veins bulged at his temples and forehead, while his eyes protruded, bloodshot and wide. Within them lay humiliation and despair that not even the waters of rivers and seas could wash clean.

He was not afraid of death, and Xiang Yang had said he would make him wish he were