Once the frenzied intent had completely dissipated, this wicked soul was to face unavoidable torment within Yang Yuanxing's body in its clearest state of mind.
Dismemberment and death by a thousand cuts, Skinning and Muscle Pulling, boiling in water and frying in oil... Every kind of punishment that had existed throughout Azure Waves's history, it would have the honor of experiencing.
And through his own Immortal Venerable's accounts, Yang Yuanxing had learned quite a few novel methods of punishment that had never even appeared on the Cambang Continent.
Because of the Yang Clan's righteous stance, he had never had the chance to try these tricks in the past.
Today was perfect. Having run into this troublemaking wicked soul, he could use its soul of fate to test every one of those countless punishments in turn.
Throughout this process, Yang Yuanxing did not need to keep watch over this evil thing at every moment.
The divine power hidden in his bloodline possessed an innate suppression over Primordial Spirits and souls of fate. He merely needed to transmit the contents of every punishment through his thoughts, and this evil thing would sink and struggle endlessly in torture worse than death.
Pfft... crack.
A faint sound came from below. Lin Qiao emerged from the earth with the Northeast cultivator whom they had rescued earlier.
At this moment, that cultivator had recovered most of his senses, yet there was not the slightest trace of relief or joy at having survived the disaster.
Staring at the severed remains of that Northeast prodigy, he clenched his teeth and fists tightly. Tears filled with unwillingness and hatred silently flowed from the corners of his eyes as his body trembled.
On this demon-extermination mission, six of them had set out together. In the end, only he had survived;