Seeking a Tiger's Skin

"Wild God, spare us!"

"If we have offended you in any way, please tell us plainly. We will surely mend our ways!"

"There is no need to slaughter us all, is there?!"

"Please, name whatever you require. You are the supreme faith of our Frost Kingdom. Even if we must exhaust the wealth of the entire nation, we will surely obtain it for you!"

"Yes, Wild God, please show mercy..."

For a time, all the Frost Kingdom higher-ups bound by the Crimson Flame Chains struggled in agony and begged for mercy.

Hearing this, Diwu Chijin kept his arms spread wide. The corners of his lips slowly curled into a mocking arc, revealing two rows of ghastly white teeth. "Hehe, at a time like this, you still have the face to tell me to name whatever I require?

"A pack of ants good for nothing but flapping your lips!

"From beginning to end, I only made two requests.

"One was for women to vent my lust upon. The other was cultivation resources.

"And what did you do? First you brought me a bunch of crooked melons and split dates—ugly women. Then you led me into this 'garbage nest'!"

A cold glint flashed through Diwu Chijin's eyes, his killing intent chilling to the bone. "Since you have neither this nor that..."

As he spoke, he tilted his head, and his neck joints let out a crisp crack.

"Then... what use are you to me?!"

The instant the final word fell, Diwu Chijin's five fingers abruptly clenched into a fist.

With a sharp hiss, a spray of blood exploded around Tuerga.

The orange-red flaming chains twisted around his body like someone wringing out a towel, tightening another turn!

Crack, crackle...

In an instant, the horrifying sounds of warped bones and tearing muscles rang