At that very moment, all around him were pairs of scissors gleaming with cold light, incomparably sharp!
As Tang Hao awoke, the Judges of the Underworld picked up their scissors, sharpening their blades for him!
Faced with this sight, Tang Hao tried to stand up and flee.
But at that moment, a mysterious force bound Tang Hao firmly in place, leaving him unable to move at all!
He could only watch in despair as the Judges of the Underworld carrying scissors stopped beside him, their blood-red eyes fixed upon him!
"No, don't come any closer!"
At this sight, a hint of sobbing had already crept into Tang Hao's voice!
Just then, the Judges of the Underworld seemed to receive some sort of command.
Immediately afterward, they began moving in unison!
Before long, the blades of the scissors rested against Tang Hao's ten fingers.
Then.
No one gave any command.
Yet, with an eerie coordination, all ten pairs of scissors snapped shut at almost exactly the same moment.
"Aah-!!!"
As the saying went, all ten fingers were linked to the heart.
In an instant, the excruciating pain nearly made Tang Hao faint!
Yet streams of mysterious, cooling energy surged through his sea of consciousness.
They kept Tang Hao conscious throughout the entire process, making him endure the full agony of the punishment.
And just as Tang Hao howled.
The Judges of the Underworld raised their scissors again.
"No, don't, stop cutting! Please, stop cutting!"
Tang Hao screamed as he desperately tried to pull his hands behind his back, but his body remained utterly motionless. He could not move even a single finger.
Snip! Snip!
Under Tang Hao's despairing gaze.
The scissors descended once more.
"Aah!!!"
This time, Tang Hao let out more screams like a pig being slaughtered, and even his eyes began rolling back.
Even his entire soul body began trembling violently.
It was enough to show just how terrifying the agony he was enduring at that moment was.
Yet those Judges of the Underworld showed no intention of stopping, repeatedly lifting their scissors and slowly lowering them.
As the scissors closed again and again.
Tang Hao's face grew increasingly pale, and he nearly passed out. In the end, his hands were left completely bare.
Yet these conscientious Judges of the Underworld showed no intention whatsoever of stopping.
They merely shifted the scissors from his hands to his feet.
Soon, the terrible agony struck again.
"Spare me, please spare me! I was wrong! I know I was wrong!"
Tang Hao's body trembled incessantly as he begged for mercy without stopping, trying to escape his punishment.
Yet the scissors in the Judges of the Underworld's hands never stopped.
Only when Tang Hao had no fingers or toes left to cut.
Did those Judges of the Underworld finally put away their scissors and return to their places.
They left Tang Hao alone, collapsed on the ground.
This was the punishment of scissor hell!
However.
Before Tang Hao could catch his breath.
Streams of mysterious energy descended from the sky once again, pouring endlessly into his body.
They made all of Tang Hao's fingers and toes grow back, restoring them to their original state.
Seeing that Tang Hao had recovered.
The Judges of the Underworld surrounded him again with their scissors, beginning a new round of treatment.
This repeated a full hundred times.
Finally, the punishment of scissor hell came to a temporary end.
Just as Tang Hao was wondering why those Judges of the Underworld no longer approached him, even though his body had clearly recovered once again.
Suddenly.
Accompanied by a series of crunching, cracking sounds.
The ground beneath Tang Hao's feet split open again without warning.
Before he even had a chance to react, he plummeted straight down like a sack of garbage falling from the sky!
But unlike his previous fall.
This time, Tang Hao's body did not land on the ground.
Instead, he landed on an iron tree.
That iron tree stood a hundred meters tall, towering and imposing, thrusting straight into the clouds.
The entire tree was cast from pitch-black refined iron, gleaming with a metallic sheen.
Every leaf pointed toward the sky, like sharp blades standing upright.
Tang Hao's body fell from above and slammed straight into the iron tree's crown.
Blade after blade pierced directly into Tang Hao's body.
Immediately, Tang Hao let out more screams like a pig being slaughtered.
He was pinned in midair by the iron tree, his limbs dangling limply.
"L-let me down..."
Tang Hao roared hoarsely, his spirit body twisting incessantly in pain.
And this undoubtedly cut open even more wounds.
Only after waiting until Tang Hao's injuries grew too severe and he passed out completely.
Did that mysterious white light envelop Tang Hao's body again and heal him.
Immediately afterward, under the influence of a mysterious force, Tang Hao's body floated into the air again.
As Tang Hao regained consciousness, the mysterious force supporting him disappeared once more.
His body fell again, crashing straight toward the top of the iron tree.
Again and again, a full hundred times.
Finally, the punishment of iron tree hell ended.
By that point, Tang Hao's expression had grown somewhat numb, his gaze vacant.
Yet this was still far from over.
His body soon fell into the fourth level-steamer hell.
This time, what caught Tang Hao was a gigantic steamer, with fierce flames blazing beneath it.
As Tang Hao's spirit body entered, the steamer's lid closed.
Scalding steam assaulted him incessantly, cooking Tang Hao's body like a steamed bun.
Then he recovered in the white light, only for it to continue, a full hundred times.
Next came copper pillar hell.
A copper pillar heated red-hot stood before Tang Hao's spirit body.
Then an invisible force pushed Tang Hao firmly against the copper pillar.
The next second, sizzling sounds rang out, continuing until not a single patch of flesh on Tang Hao remained intact.
Afterward, the white light descended, and Tang Hao recovered again, entering the cycle once more.
After that came knife mountain hell, ice mountain hell, oil cauldron hell, ox pit hell, stone pressing hell...
Tang Hao's spirit body kept falling through them.
He underwent all manner of different punishments, atoning for his mountain of crimes.
And when Tang Hao finally finished the final level, saw hell, and his body recovered again, just as he was about to let out a long breath of relief.
The next moment.
A beam of white light descended.
The scene before Tang Hao's eyes shifted.
He was back in the first level, tongue-pulling hell.
"No, don't! I don't want to go through it again!"
Tang Hao had only just roared those words.
When searing-hot iron pincers reached toward him, cutting short his impotent rage.
Another cycle of agony began.
And for Tang Hao, as long as Yao Xuan wished.
This punishment would be an endless cycle, lasting forever!
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