The Man-Demon of Ten Thousand Evils and the Flesh-Carving Man-Demon were stunned by the scene before them.
"How did he end up vomiting out his heart while telling fortunes?" Zheng Fatty wondered. "Sure, that painting was pretty disgusting, but there's no need to go that far..."
Li Shou, meanwhile, lowered his head to look at his own chest cavity, as though studying the feasibility of vomiting out his heart and crushing it afterward.
It looked really cool!
The Diviner completely ignored the thoughts of those two living treasures. Looking at Jing Ye, the garrison general of Yinguang City, he shouted sharply, "Kill him!"
"Didn't you just say he couldn't be killed?" Zheng Fatty grumbled unhappily.
"Cut the crap!" The Diviner turned his head, his face covered in blood. The peacefulness that had once filled his eyes was now replaced by sheer viciousness.
Zheng Fatty curled his lip. "If we're killing him, we're killing him. What are you being so fierce for?"
Though he said that, his hands immediately drew a massive cleaver. His footwork shifted in quick succession as he gripped the blade in both hands and chopped down at Jing Ye's head!
But at that moment, Jing Ye—bound to the ground like a pig for slaughter and utterly incapable of resistance—suddenly had his eyes turn blood-red!
That crimson was so deep, so blinding.
It was the color of madness and brutality, the color of utter emotionlessness.
It was a state that Jing Ye should never have possessed!
Everyone in Yinguang City knew that Jing Ye, the garrison general, cultivated a technique overflowing with righteous energy.
Yet now, he looked more evil than the most wicked of men!
The ropes binding him burst apart in an instant, utterly incapable of restraining him in the slightest.
With a single-handed grab, he