So Lin Ming had absolutely no fear of death.
Because he could not die at all.
Naturally, he could go nobly to his death.
And sure enough, faced with Lin Ming's provocation...
Even the Nether Emperor, the most even-tempered member of the Holy Spirit Cult, grew somewhat angry.
If they did not kill the protagonist, wouldn't that make them spineless cowards?
He had little interest in torturing a child only a few years old to death, but he had no qualms about torturing someone who challenged the Holy Spirit Cult's authority to death.
Of course, the dirtiest work was always done by the Holy Spirit Cult's boss, the Ghost Emperor.
The Ghost Emperor watched him in person and summoned his trusted subordinate, a Super Douluo.
"Since this brat wants death by a thousand cuts, grant his wish." The Ghost Emperor's voice was chilling to the bone. "Drag him away. Flay him alive, piece by piece, in front of everyone."
The Super Douluo bowed to accept the order, then stepped forward to seize him.
"Of course." The Ghost Emperor changed tack, looking at Lin Ming with a wicked grin. "If at any point the pain becomes too much, you cannot bear it, and you regret it, you may beg for mercy. I can show you great compassion and spare you."
"Kekekeke!"
Lin Ming's eyes suddenly went wide.
"Fuck your mother!"
"I will never give in to you animals!"
"If you have the guts, flay me alive!"
"Even as a ghost, I'll never let you animals off!"
Lin Ming unleashed a torrent of curses, spittle flying, his face flushed crimson and the veins in his neck bulging one by one.
How did he look anything like someone about to suffer death by a thousand cuts?
He looked exactly like a shrew hurling