Chapter 725

Ni Shuang thought of the torture her mother had suffered, the wails of her father before Fei Mu killed him, and the regret and humiliation she felt when she escaped years ago.

All the grief and anger turned into a desire for cruel torture.

The bottom line she set for herself was to be a good person, someone absolutely different from Fei Mu, and to stick to her original heart.

And using torture was probably not the act of a good person.

But... at this moment, she didn't want to care about anything, didn't want to think about anything.

She only wanted... Fei Mu to feel endless pain.

A thousand, ten thousand times more painful than what she and her parents had suffered!

If she didn't do this, she might develop a heart demon in the future and eventually fall into an evil path.

Su Ming's expression was calm; he pondered in silence for a moment and actually... nodded.

Even Su Ming felt disgusted by Fei Mu's ruthless methods; if he didn't torture him a little, he would feel uncomfortable in his heart.

One lives a life; how can one leave regrets?

Anyway, the bounty order only required Fei Mu; there were no requirements on whether he was dead or alive!

Hearing this, Fei Mu's face trembled violently, and his eyelids twitched.

Torture... himself?

Could it be that today he would be reduced to the object of torture?

He had always been well-versed in the art of torture; the families of three, class-changers, and ability users who had died miserably under his hands were countless.

No matter how they begged for mercy, he would never stop.

He enjoyed that symphony of shrill wails.

Precisely because of this, he was even more aware of the pain of being tortured than a normal person.

He himself was unwilling to endure it!

He felt his hair stand on end; he looked sharply at Su Ming and used his last bit of strength to shout sternly.

"Kid, aren't you afraid that something will go wrong and you'll be killed by me instead!?"

As the saying goes, villains always die from talking too much; normal people, to avoid long delays, would always end the battle quickly.

Under normal circumstances, Su Ming would do the same.

But this time was different.

Su Ming was not a villain, and furthermore, he was certain that Fei Mu had no backup plans!

Little Ming's sense of smell was extremely keen; it had sniffed the entire area and there were no hidden surviving corpse soldiers left.

Naturally, there was no fear of any accidents, so he could torture him with peace of mind.

Seeing Su Ming unmoved, Fei Mu completely panicked.

His voice trembled, and he feigned strength, gritting his teeth and speaking hoarsely.

"Aren't you afraid that I still have a final trump card!?"

Hearing this, Su Ming chuckled.

"If you hadn't said these words, perhaps I would have indeed thought you might still have a trump card."

"But now that you are seeking death to avoid torture, it is clear you have no means to reverse the situation."

As he spoke, the golden light of Su Ming's Eye of Insight flickered, scanning Fei Mu's skills again to ensure he had no way to escape.

Hearing this, Fei Mu's heart turned to ash, his lips turned pale, and he wanted to say something more to struggle.

"You..."

Pfft!

The Shadow Poison Monarch sword pierced directly through his chest, pinning him to the ground and interrupting his speech.

Subsequently, the poison attached to his body, beginning to crazily drain his mental energy.

Without mental energy, and with his body suppressed, he had no possibility of escaping.

With his mental energy exhausted, even if he had hidden corpse soldiers, he couldn't use the teleportation incantation.

Little Ming in the air flew and landed on Su Ming's shoulder, its deep blue bird eyes staring down at this psychologically twisted person.

At this moment, Fei Mu felt the figure in front of him was infinitely tall.

The golden-eyed swordsman, with a blue-eyed black bird standing on his shoulder, looked imposing and mysteriously invincible.

This was the last image he would see in his life!

Pfft!

Two sprays of blood spilled out.

Ni Shuang's eyes trembled; she exerted her ability with all her might, condensing two extremely thin ice needles that directly pierced through Fei Mu's eyes, popping his eyeballs.

Fei Mu immediately let out a shrill scream, rolling on the ground, but he was pinned by the long sword and could not break free.

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning." Ni Shuang revealed a bloody smile.

"Your torture methods... survivors around here have passed them on by word of mouth, and I know a thing or two."

She struck again, weeping while crazily torturing him.

"Ah!!!"

"Hunter... Hunter, Hunter... my lord, give me the final blow, I beg you." Fei Mu cried out to Su Ming.

A generation of self-proclaimed masters of incantations had now fallen to this end.

All pride and dignity were abandoned; he only sought death.

He even addressed Su Ming as "my lord."

Su Ming crossed his arms, watching coldly from the sidelines.

For scum, this was a very good ending.

He covered Little Ming's eyes with two fingers and smiled.

"The following scene is not suitable for a little bird."

Hum, hum, hum...

Several swords flew out of the sword box, hovering beside Fei Mu, surrounding all his paths to ensure he had nowhere to escape.

This undoubtedly left Fei Mu completely unable to live and unable to die.

Ni Shuang's face gradually became covered in blood; she even felt that the pain of her mental energy exhaustion had become much more numb.

She laughed boldly, listening to the beautiful music of Fei Mu's screams in her heart.