Xu Yi sneered. "If all you have are clever words, I'm afraid your fates will be rather tragic."
Zhou Binglin froze, nearly scared out of his wits. He stared blankly at Xu Yi, his thoughts in utter disarray.
Just then, a burst of blood blossomed across Blood Night Demon Lord's chest. A pitch-black iron spike had plunged straight into it. "We have offended you, sir, and deserve a thousand deaths. But cultivation is no easy path. We beg you to show mercy and spare our lives, so we may serve you like dogs and horses."
"Soul-Piercing Spike. Now that's interesting. You must be the old Blood Night fiend. You're ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to yourself. You truly live up to the name."
Xu Yi said with a smile.
The Soul-Piercing Spike was a renowned instrument of torture. Once driven into the body, it caused unbearable physical pain while also gnawing at the soul. It was torture of the highest order.
Blood Night Demon Lord was in agony, yet he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Hearing a peerless old fiend call him an old fiend sounded absurd no matter how he looked at it.
Compared with the old fiend before him, who had already risen to the level of a doctoral advisor, Blood Night Demon Lord felt he was still in preschool, attending the nine years of compulsory education in the demonic path.
Taking Blood Night Demon Lord's example to heart, Zhou Binglin felt as though he'd been resurrected from the dead. He asked Blood Night Demon Lord for two Soul-Piercing Spikes, then plunged them into his own chest. "I, Zhou, have committed heinous crimes and deserve this punishment. I beg you to show me a little mercy, sir."
Then he swept his gaze across the