Once Ci Mang had been tortured to within an inch of his life, Daoist Qianyun stood up, patted down his robes, and elegantly flicked his fly-whisk.
He still carried himself with the grace of an immortal sage.
As though he had not been the one stabbing someone just moments ago.
"That felt good!"
He had finally vented all his anger!
What a rush!
If not for the red blood splattered all over his white robes, Liu Zi Xing would hardly have believed what he had just witnessed.
Liu Zi Xing: I understand now.
When taking revenge, you must never let your enemy die too quickly!
Ci Mang rolled on the ground, covered in blood. Pain that pierced his bones and stabbed his heart made him curl up and writhe like a maggot.
Thinking the torture was over, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as he survived, he would still have a chance to take revenge.
But just as he struggled to turn over,
he saw Liu Zi Xing raise a sword at him.
Liu Zi Xing stabbed him over and over!
Ci Mang said, "How about you just let me die?"
It really hurt.
How was this any different from slicing his flesh off piece by piece while he was still alive?
"Aah!"
As Liu Zi Xing kept stabbing, Ci Mang passed out from the pain.
"No wonder he's called Ci Mang. Now he's been stabbed into mango pulp! Hmph."
Xia Wanwan muttered and put away her little shovel.
Once the effects of Daoist Qianyun's elixir wore off, Ci Mang would die from blood loss.
The whole process would take no more than two hours.
Xia Wanwan would not have to do it herself.
"Deputy Leader, what should we do?" The two death warriors staggered to their