I struggled nonstop, but found that a force had blocked my meridians. Even the muscles in my face had grown somewhat stiff, making it difficult to speak. I strained to move my fingers, but the blocked channels made my movements incredibly slow. If he smashed that mourning bell at me right now, my life would be over in an instant!
The veins on my hands stood out clearly. Under the impact of my energy, they had become as ugly as chicken claws.
"Ho ho, you're really working hard, aren't you? But then again, quite a few people I've encountered before were just like you. First their hands started moving, then their feet, but it was useless. Unless you trained the skin on your face and your tongue until they were covered in ridges, how could you borrow the Shrinking Earth spell? How could you evade the pursuit of me, an Earth Immortal?" Zuo Zheng was used to watching others struggle, and there was a teasing glint in his eyes. There had to be something twisted inside this man. He liked watching those weaker than him struggle before his eyes.
Zuo Zheng's burly body shuddered. His pupils finally contracted, as if he had sunk into enjoyment. Then he took out the mourning bell, preparing to smash me into minced meat.
"What I like most is smashing people into minced meat right before my eyes. The harder they struggle, the more satisfying it is to smash them. I once captured a female cultivator who was protecting her child. First, I smashed her hands into minced meat, then asked her whether her child or her own limbs were more important. Do you know what she said? She still said her child was more important... Heh heh." As Zuo Zheng recounted his story, a