Before long, several of the villagers died, unable to bear such intense agony. Their deaths were horrendous—their corpses hung suspended in midair by iron chains, giving off a thick stench of blood.
The girl beside them was pale with terror, her body trembling as she covered her younger brother's eyes and ears. The scene before them had dealt her an enormous shock as well; she was so frightened that she did not dare look at those people at all.
Although those people had just bullied her and her brother together, she had never imagined they would be tortured to death like this. The hooded person before her was the most terrifying person she had ever seen. Her fear of him seemed carved into her very bones.
Mu Qing glared furiously at Zhao Fu. This was the first time she had seen someone so cold-blooded and cruel. Watching him torture those people to death, he did not show the slightest ripple of emotion.
He must have done this countless times. He was simply an inhuman demon.
With a smile on his face, Zhao Fu turned his gaze toward the other villagers.
Seeing Zhao Fu look their way, they understood that they were the ones he intended to kill. They wept, screamed, and begged, "My lord, please don't kill me! I'm begging you, spare me! I'll do anything you want."
Zhao Fu chuckled. "You shouldn't be begging me. Your divinity refuses to submit to me, so I have no choice but to kill you one by one. If you must blame someone, blame her. If she submits to me, naturally nothing will happen to you."
Hearing this, the villagers all turned to beg Mu Qing.
"Lord Divinity, we know you're a good person. Please submit to this lord, so that he'll spare