Published: March 8, 2025
Hong Wuliang's cries were becoming increasingly tragic, while Lang Yilang's eyes grew more and more affectionate.
Wei Wuyan initially watched with a sense of relief, but gradually, he began to turn his head away, eventually turning his back completely.
This person was his arch enemy!
The tragedy of his life was because of him!
Yet, why was there still a hint of reluctance in his heart?
Stones fell one after another, finally turning to dust.
Hong Wuliang's left hand had also been smashed into a pile of mush.
Hong Wuliang's screams gradually subsided, and finally, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
Lang Yilang remained calm and took out a Hundred Spirit Pill to feed him, meticulously helping him channel the medicinal power. He then allowed him to regain consciousness, restoring his rosy complexion...
Then, he grabbed another stone from the ground, took hold of Hong Wuliang's right hand, pried open his five fingers, measured carefully, and then smashed down hard with the stone...
He no longer asked, “Will you speak or not?” Instead, he smashed down with stone after stone in a savage manner!
It seemed that this had become his greatest pleasure!
His gaze was determined, his wrist steady.
The sight of blood and flesh flying around seemed to be a stunning painting, making him feel relaxed. He silently muttered, “Xia'er, did you see this? Xia'er, are you watching?”
Hong Wuliang screamed in agony, with the muscles on his face twisting into all sorts of grotesque shapes...
While smashing, Lang Yilang chanted, and suddenly tears streamed down his face.
Wei Wuyan finally couldn't hold back and said, “Senior Lang, if you really want to torment him, the bone dislocation technique and other cruel punishments should be numerous, right? You advocate for the torture hall; you should know more about it, right? Why must you…”
Why must you use such the most mundane, most disgusting methods?
He did not say this aloud.
But Lang Yilang understood.
While continuing to smash down, Lang Yilang wept profusely, choking back his words, “Xia'er has a low cultivation level; she wouldn’t understand those… Since I want revenge for her, I’ll use the way she can understand the most!”
“She is watching, she is smiling; I can feel it.” Lang Yilang bit his lip, tears flowing, and smashed down fiercely...
Wei Wuyan sighed deeply.
“Wuyan! Wuyan! Ah~~~” Hong Wuliang screamed, suddenly going mad and calling out Wei Wuyan's name: “For the sake of our teacher-student relationship, please kill me! Please, just kill me!”
Wei Wuyan's body trembled.
Before him, the shadows of his deceased wife and child suddenly appeared, and he became furious, growling, “Did you ever think about me being your master when you killed my wife and child?!”
“It was my fault… please kill me… kill me to avenge your wife and child…” Hong Wuliang cried out tragically.
At that moment, Lang Yilang struck out with one hand, and Wei Wuyan's body jolted; he could no longer move.
“Although you might not be swayed by his words, I don’t want to take the risk! I just want to torment him to death!” Lang Yilang said calmly, “So, I’ll trouble you to just watch and listen!”
Hong Wuliang cursed loudly: “Lang Yilang! You beast! You bastard… You scoundrel! I wish I could…”
But soon, his loud curses turned back into miserable screams.
After a long while, Lang Yilang had smashed both of Hong Wuliang's arms into a paste and suddenly stopped, asking, “Are you hungry?”
Saying this, he took out a knife and with a few quick cuts, diced the meat paste into several pieces, pinched Hong Wuliang’s nose, and one by one, stuffed the meat paste made from his own arms into his mouth, apologizing, “I forgot; I should let you eat something. Without food, how can you have the strength to be tormented by me?”
Hong Wuliang was moaning, desperately trying to spit it out.
However, Lang Yilang fed him while using his energy to help him digest, preventing Hong Wuliang from crying out or spitting it out; even wanting to faint became a luxury...