Uncle Qi raised his knife at Ci Mang.
One stab sent Ci Mang fainting from pain again.
"Just your bad luck," Uncle Qi said.
"Someone, take him away and slice the flesh off him alive. Then disfigure him and dump him in the forest where he tried to have Wan Qu and his wife killed last time. There are plenty of wild beasts there. Hide in the shadows, wait until they've finished eating him, then come back and report."
Uncle Qi crouched down and found a jade pendant on Ci Mang.
This was the token of identity Ci Mang used to communicate with East Lin.
"Yes."
Several Death Warriors immediately dragged Ci Mang away to slice his flesh off, piece by piece.
Ci Mang had been fed Daoist Qianyun's elixir, which kept his last breath lingering. For the next hour, only having his heart shredded could bring his agonizing death.
Thrown into the mountains to feed the beasts, he would not only suffer the torture of having his flesh sliced off alive, but also watch the beasts tear his body apart, bite by bite.
They would eat his flesh and bite through his bones.
Finally, they would dig out his organs and devour them.
If his heart was the last thing eaten, he would have to remain alive to watch the entire process.
He would long for death, yet be unable to die.
It was simply the cruelest way to die in the world.
Daoist Qianyun closed his eyes. "Amitabha."
Liu Zi Xing looked up at him, as though saying, Daoist, you needn't pretend to be merciful. You aren't even a Buddhist.
Daoist Qianyun: A fair point.
"Duke, what do we do next?" Uncle Qi truly had no idea what Duke Yan was planning.
"This is precisely where you come