Wang Ergou's soul body billowed violently with Black Qi, transmitting a soundless roar: "Don't come any closer! Who uses a Wolf Tooth Club for a caning?!"
"Got a problem with that?" Fang Mo planted the Wolf Tooth Club on the ground with a dull thud, and the entire blood-colored Great Earth trembled along with it.
He circled Wang Ergou twice, as though admiring a work of art, clicking his tongue. "Look at you. You had a perfectly fine name like Wang Ergou, but you just had to call yourself Old Ancestor Black Mountain. One listen to that name, and I can tell you're not built to take a beating."
"And these crimes of yours, tsk tsk. Murdering your brother and father, separating wives and eating children... old man, you really played it wild, huh?"
Wang Ergou's soul body struggled madly, but the runes on the bench had him locked down tight. Not even a wisp of Black Qi could escape.
A terrified thought slammed frantically into Fang Mo's Sea of Consciousness. "Who exactly are you?! What kind of Ghost Place is this?! You can't kill me! I am an ancient great cultivator! If you kill me, heaven will punish you!"
"Heaven's punishment?" Fang Mo laughed. He stepped before Wang Ergou and poked the butt made of Black Qi with a finger. The touch was Ice Cold and illusory.
"Sorry, but here, I am heaven!"
As soon as the words fell, Fang Mo stopped wasting breath. He swung his arm wide and raised the vicious Wolf Tooth Club high!
"First day on the job for the Warden—may business boom!"
"First blow: for failing to recognize Mount Tai when it stood before you!"
Whoosh—!
The Wolf Tooth Club tore through the air with a shriek and smashed down viciously!
Bang!!!
A deafeningly dull boom!
The instant the barbs on the Wolf Tooth Club touched Wang Ergou's soul body, blinding blood-colored light erupted!
"Awooo—!!!"
A shriek of thought so miserable it barely seemed human echoed throughout the Prison Suppressor space!
The part of Wang Ergou's soul body that had been struck instantly burst into a dense cloud of Black Qi. Within it, countless agonized faces seemed to howl, but in the blink of an eye, they were utterly purified and vaporized by the Blood-Colored Runes on the Wolf Tooth Club.
At the same time, an incomparably pure warm current surged through the Wolf Tooth Club and into Fang Mo's body!
Comfortable!
Comfortable beyond anything he had ever felt!
Unlike the violent force from when he had broken through to the Qi and Blood Realm, this warm current was gentle as jade. Wherever it passed, the qi and blood power in his body was rapidly tempered and purified, becoming denser and heavier.
He could clearly feel that his newly achieved realm was being consolidated and reinforced at an unimaginable speed!
Fang Mo lowered his head and glanced at the Record of Punishing Crimes in his hand.
Under Wang Ergou's list of sins, the Four Characters for the sin of murdering kin had dimmed by the faintest trace.
"So that's how it is..." A feverish light burst from Fang Mo's eyes. "The harder I hit, the more benefits I get!"
He looked at Wang Ergou again. That gaze was like a lecherous starving ghost who had gone hungry for three days and nights, suddenly spotting a peerless beauty stripped bare, scrubbed clean, and lying on a bed!
Wang Ergou's soul body went numb with terror under that stare, frantically transmitting thoughts of begging for mercy. "Spare me! Spare me, sir! I was wrong! I'll never dare again!"
"Too late!"
Fang Mo gave a savage grin and raised the Wolf Tooth Club again.
"Second blow: for not knowing the height of heaven or the depth of earth!"
Bang!
"Third blow: for failing to possess me and getting screwed instead!"
Bang!
"Fourth blow... fifth blow... sixth blow!"
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Fang Mo had completely gone mad!
Gripping the club with both hands, he became a tireless whirlwind, pouring every grievance, every rage, every fear into the Wolf Tooth Club!
Six blows in one second! Power behind every swing! Attitude in every strike!
Inside the Prison Suppressor, only the dull sounds of impact remained, along with Wang Ergou's increasingly faint wails of thought.
As Fang Mo struck, he kept muttering under his breath.
"For trying to possess me!"
"For trying to scare me!"
"For being ugly!"
"Blood-sacrificing three towns? Why don't you just fly to heaven while you're at it?"
"Murdering your brother and father? You animal!"
"Separating wives and eating children? I fucking—I'll beat you to death, you Beast!"
The more Fang Mo struck, the more worked up he became, and the more excited he grew.
The qi and blood power within him flowed like boiling lava, endlessly surging onward. Every swing mobilized the strength of his entire body, and every strike brought pure energy flowing back into him, forming a perfect cycle.
He could even feel his strength growing by an imperceptible amount with every swing!
Who knew how long it had been? When Fang Mo felt as though he had beaten the club until it was practically polished to a patina, he finally stopped. Leaning on the Wolf Tooth Club, he panted heavily.
Looking again at the bench, Wang Ergou's soul body had become incredibly thin, nearly transparent, as if a gust of wind could scatter it.
The thoughts he transmitted had also become intermittent, leaving only the most instinctive plea.
"Dying... I'm dying... spare me..."
At that moment, the Record of Punishing Crimes flew out from Fang Mo's body and hovered above Wang Ergou's head.
Ink washed across Wang Ergou's page, and two lines of text appeared.
Fang Mo focused his eyes and read: Punishment for the sin of murdering kin, the sin of greed; reward: Cold-Blooded, Heaven Devouring Demonic Art (fragment).
"Holy shit!"
Fang Mo stared at those two lines, his eyes going wide!
Beating people... no, settling sins... could actually drop equipment!
And it was even a talent and a cultivation art!
Though they were only fragments, these were genuine benefits!
Fang Mo felt his heartbeat quicken as his greedy gaze fell once more upon Wang Ergou's dying soul body.
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