The Dao Path: Many Walk It, but Only One Can Travel It!

Whack!

That bastard Zhishou was absolutely just looking for a reasonable excuse to torture him to death.

Hanyu came back to life with a dark expression. He'd already lost count of how many times he'd died here.

Almost every time he revived, Zhishou would immediately blast him to pieces again, using a different method each time. Naturally, Hanyu's manner of death had never repeated itself.

It had started with him inexplicably getting crushed to death by a mountain.

Or a towering tree's apparition would suddenly appear, its roots whipping him to death. That one had been especially gruesome.

Or Divine Fire would inexplicably appear on his body and burn him to ashes.

Most disgusting of all, this petty dead bastard had used Hanyu's own moves—and done so with more skill than Hanyu himself.

Hanyu's golden petal rain could barely muster a light shower. In Zhishou's hands, it came down like a torrential downpour, leaving Hanyu nowhere to dodge. In an instant, it riddled him with holes and left him looking absolutely horrific.

Over a hundred waterspouts whipped around like lashes, trapping him in their midst and beating him back and forth, all while deliberately keeping him alive.

He was just playing with him!

"Come on! You've got the Dao of Earth too! Let me see that!"

Hanyu ran his mouth, and Zhishou smiled. He thrust out one hand, then turned it palm upward and clenched it.

Hanyu gaped. He didn't even know when he'd ended up inside the palm of that earthen hand.

As Zhishou closed his fist, the enormous hand made of the Dao of Earth snapped shut. And then there was nothing more.

Hanyu didn't even have time to struggle before he was killed outright.

Damn it, he'd known that dead bastard had been pretending to be weak