Flying Centipede shook his head.
"Do you take me for a fool?"
A cold gleam flashed through Xu Yang's eyes as he stepped on one of Flying Centipede's fingers.
Crack!
Bone snapped, and the finger was crushed straight into pulp.
Flying Centipede let out a piercing scream, his features twisting together as cold sweat poured from his forehead.
"You animal! What kind of hero tortures someone like this? Kill me if you have the guts!" He stared at Xu Yang with venomous hatred.
Xu Yang remained unmoved. "The victor becomes king, the loser an outlaw. If I were the one defeated today, would you give me a quick death? An animal like you dares talk about heroes? Since you're still so spirited, it seems this isn't enough."
As he spoke, he stomped twice more, crushing another two of Flying Centipede's fingers into pulp. "If you want a quick death, tell me everything." "You can forget about getting my things. Even if you cut me into a thousand pieces, I won't let you have your way."
Though he nearly passed out from the pain, Flying Centipede still refused to talk.
Xu Yang's gaze turned icy. "You won't let me have my way even if I cut you into a thousand pieces? Then I'll grant your wish."
The next instant, saber light flashed. With every stroke, a slice of flesh flew into the air.
Flying Centipede's features contorted with pain, and he screamed incessantly, but he still refused to talk.
Bang!
After Xu Yang carved away more than a hundred slices, he finally could not endure it any longer. Throwing caution to the wind, he forced through the meridians Xu Yang had blocked and shattered his own internal organs, dying on the spot. "What a pity!" Xu Yang silently shook his head.