Looking down at the agonized Taiyu Perfected One at his feet, Xie Chen's lips curled slightly. "Since I'm acting as your founder for once, I don't mind teaching you another lesson."
"The Hundred-Ghost Gathering Fiend you were clutching just now was something I created back then. It excels at dealing with vicious people burdened by countless resentful souls."
"Once the spell is cast, the evil ghosts that normally can't get near them suddenly have a target to claim."
"But it won't happen that quickly."
"It's all about a slow pace."
"They'll gnaw away at the flesh, bones, and soul bit by bit, making people struggle back and forth through endless purgatory..."
"Until they're tortured to death!"
His voice was calm and icy, and there was not a shred of pity in his clear eyes. His lowered gaze was like a sharp blade piercing straight into his enemy's chest.
Taiyu Perfected One had completely lost the strength to resist.
Lying on the ground, he felt pain that gnawed into his bones.
His eyes were dim and lifeless, as though he could already see the fate of barely clinging to life that awaited him.
That was right.
For someone like him,
Death was far too cheap.
Only by suffering endless torment in boundless despair and pain could he repay the countless innocent souls.
Qin Huai had already been scared out of his wits by the scene before him. He knelt on the ground with tears streaming down his face, wanting to beg for mercy but afraid of drawing Xie Chen's attention.
He could only hide to the side and pray that this founder would spare his miserable life.
When Xie Chen really looked his way, Qin Huai couldn't stop himself from crying out. "F-Founder, I was just his dog! He ordered me