"You take one, I take one. I take one, then I take another... Heh! Crunchy as can be!"
Crack, crack.
The sound of teeth striking finger bones was one bone grinding another to pieces.
Yu Guangyuan sat atop the high tower's spire, cradling a pile of severed human fingers in his hands and eating them like snacks. Crunch, crunch—the sound rang from his mouth, while satisfied blood overflowed from the corners of his lips.
"Stop chanting." He picked up a severed finger and offered it forward, saying amiably, "Have one."
Before him floated an old monk, kneeling in midair, muttering endlessly: "All devas and humans of the present and future, I now earnestly entrust you: with the expedient means of great Supernatural Power, deliver them, and do not let them fall into the evil destinies..."
"I told you to stop chanting," Yu Guangyuan said with a smile.
Both of the monk's arms were gone, so he could not press his palms together.
His kneecaps had been gouged out, leaving him only able to kneel-sit.
His blood and qi were both failing; even governing himself was difficult.
His ears could still hear words, and Dao Language was not something he could fail to understand, yet he turned a deaf ear.
His lips moved, his sutra recitation unceasing.
Yu Guangyuan glanced at the enormous pit in the distance.
Outside the pit, ring after ring of Human Race cultivators knelt bound. A Sea Race general carrying a pointed blade received Yu Guangyuan's look and immediately flung one of them down. The blade flashed coldly through the air, nimbly cutting several small wounds before probing in with three fingers... Amid that Human Race cultivator's screams, he forcibly tore out the bones!
The Sea Race general was highly practiced in execution. In just a few