Before the old director could say anything, Fang Mo drove his blade straight through the man's chest.
"...You know yourself that's impossible."
Fang Mo spoke calmly. The Manyullyn Cleaver in his hand was as wide and thick as a door panel. With that thrust, the wound nearly ran from the man's collarbone all the way down to his lower abdomen.
The old bastard was practically split in two by that single stab. Fang Mo had not even pulled out the cleaver before the old director died instantly. His eyes bulged round in disbelief, his organs split apart, blood spraying out wildly as if it cost nothing.
"Damn, is this the legendary small loan for life?"
Seeing this, Deadpool immediately cried out from the side, "Looks like this Die loan really screws people over..."
"Indeed."
Fang Mo stepped on the old bastard's face and pulled the Manyullyn Cleaver from his body. "Your resurrection trial has ended. Now it's time for you to pay the price. You'll be dragged into the gap between life and death, suffering the most vicious torment forever, until the end of time..."
As he spoke.
Fang Mo suddenly raised a hand and pointed.
Something invisible faintly began gathering in the air, then let out a horrifying scream.
"What the fuck are you doing now?"
Deadpool looked visibly uncomfortable. "That fucking noise is scaring the hell out of me..."
"Catching souls."
Fang Mo explained casually.
He had some expertise when it came to souls. This was not limited to Kamar-Taj's spells; Kido and ninjutsu also had methods capable of interfering with souls.
"Hold on."
Hearing Fang Mo's explanation, Deadpool suddenly froze. "You're personally handling this 'most vicious torment'?"
"Just tell me whether he suffered or not."
As Fang Mo spoke, he casually found a small bottle and stuffed