Qin Ying's face was deathly pale, without a trace of color.
His legs trembled.
Terror had already filled his heart to the brim.
Cripple all his limbs?
When Xiao Chen had severed his right arm earlier, he had endured over a hundred cuts.
If his remaining limbs were crippled too, wouldn't he have to endure hundreds more?
That agony was far too horrifying.
He could not bear it.
In the past, death by a thousand cuts had been his favorite.
Whenever commoners offended him, he would have his guards seize them and subject them to that punishment at the slightest provocation.
Watching those people howl in despair and agony...
He had found it immensely satisfying.
He had reveled in the pleasure of holding life and death in his hands.
He had thought he would wield the blade his entire life.
Never had he imagined that today, he would become flesh beneath another man's sword.
"Want to die? Too soon!" Xiao Chen said coldly. His black spirit sword danced, sending hundreds upon thousands of crimson streaks of Sword Qi crisscrossing through the air, severing all Qin Ying's remaining limbs.
His whole body convulsed. Like a dead dog, he collapsed into a pool of blood and lay motionless as a corpse, his face ashen.
He was in the King Realm.
His vitality was astonishingly strong.
Even with his limbs severed...
And nothing but bare bones left...
He still would not breathe his last.
In fact...
With spirit pills and potent medicines to nurse him...
He could recover very quickly.
Only his lost limbs and certain vital parts...
Would never grow back.
Reaching the King Realm...
Already made one a peerless powerhouse.
Yet even then, regrowing severed limbs was impossible.
Apart from a Great Emperor...
No one could achieve that.
Qin Ying's life