"Heh, you want to 'give me a quick death'?"
Inside the cage, Diwu Chijin slowly spread his lips into a long, deep sneer.
"That's right."
The woman in white furrowed her delicate brows slightly, her eyes still brimming with cold arrogance. "You should know better than anyone how terrifying the Phoenix-Imprisoning Cage is!"
Beside her, Mu Yunbai and Xing Youlu chimed in one after the other. "Diwu Chijin, even all the bamboo in the world would not be enough to record your countless crimes against the cultivation world!"
"Who knows how many cultivators would love to tear out your tendons, flay your skin, and refine your soul in raging flames, denying you rebirth for all eternity!"
"Exactly. Senior Sister Ye is already showing you extraordinary mercy by offering you a quick death."
"Don't fail to appreciate her kindness!"
At this, Diwu Chijin's shoulders began to shake more violently.
His once-sinister chuckle grew louder and louder. "Hehehe... hahahaha!"
Finally, his laughter became a string of almost maniacal howls.
Diwu Chijin threw back his head. In the moonlight spilling through the opening in the ceiling, two scorching flames churned in his orange-gold pupils!
"Ye Qingyi, oh, Ye Qingyi..."
Suddenly, he stopped laughing.
The voice forced from his throat was cold and sharp. "You want me to hand over the Beaconfire Golden Flame Eyes, which I endured a thousand hardships to obtain?"
He took a small step forward. With a hum, the golden runes along the cage walls lit up, casting flickering light across his face.
"If that's the case... I would rather die!!"
Diwu Chijin's voice sank lower before suddenly soaring.
The instant his final word rang out, he abruptly raised his right hand.
His thumb, ring finger, and little finger curled into his palm.
His index and middle fingers remained straight,