Chapter 894

Qing Wu laughed frivolously, he laughed wildly.

Wu Tie raised his right foot and kicked him repeatedly.

Without using divine powers or magic, just pure physical violence, Qing Wu let out earth-shattering wails, and his body constantly sounded with bones breaking.

After kicking and crushing most of the bones inside Qing Wu's body, Wu Tie waved his right hand, and a fragrant clear spring condensed out of thin air, turning into a drizzling rain that fell on Qing Wu.

Qing Wu's body writhed as his shattered bones quickly healed, his breathing already fully restored.

Wu Tie said nothing, continuing to lift his foot and stomp wildly on Qing Wu.

After over a hundred such stomps, Qing Wu's face turned deathly pale, the frivolous and wild light in his eyes became chaotic, and he was on the verge of collapse.

Except for the first few times, Wu Tie used only pure violence; thereafter, each time he added a witchcraft curse on Qing Wu.

Various strange curses amplified any sensation on Qing Wu's body—pain, itch, soreness, numbness, etc. —by hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of times.

Amplified to the extreme, even Wu Tie's light cold snort sounded like heavenly thunder exploding in Qing Wu's ears, making him bleed from seven apertures and howl in agony.

And his own wailing, the airflow from his breathing, triggered an even more terrifying chain reaction.

His own wailing shattered his eardrums, shaking his brain into near tofu, then Wu Tie's spring wind and rain divine power directly repaired it.

The turbulent airflow from his breathing scraped his lungs like a blade, tearing his trachea, and blood mist sprayed from his mouth and nostrils; the pain made his vision darken and his blood vessels throb all over.

The speed of blood flow increased, his body became extremely fragile, and his blood vessels could not withstand the flow; thus, both large and small vessels began to bleed out.

Qing Wu emitted a miserable howl, struggling on the edge of life and death, repeatedly wanting to die swiftly, yet each time Wu Tie pulled him back from the brink of being tortured to death.

"Even the most professional jailers of Wuguo, the harshest punishment experts, cannot compare to this king's thorough understanding of how to inflict maximum pain." After Wu Tie had abused him over a hundred times, he lowered his head and looked down at Qing Wu.

"Your flesh, your soul, everything—every tiny cell and every minuscule structure within this human body of yours—there are no secrets before my eyes."

"I know how to make you suffer to the utmost."

"I know how to drive you to utter despair."

Qing Wu spat out a mouthful of blood, trembling as he lifted his gaze; the scattered light in his eyes suddenly condensed, shrinking to pinpoint pupils that stared fixedly at Wu Tie, and he hoarsely said: "Despair? Heh heh, we will not despair; it is you who should despair!"

He spat out several broken teeth, then said in a strange voice: "You did well in the Three Kingdoms lands, and you've done well here in the Blaze Dynasty... very well, Martial King Wu Tie—you successfully blocked our harvesting of these two places."

"But what good is that? Heh heh, in the Heavenly Class Two Hunting Ground we have already slaughtered every human on that landmass, leaving only some 'races' to slowly reproduce in the future."

"Oh, this is like harvesting leeks and leaving the roots to wait for the next crop."

"We have nearly exterminated the humans of the Heavenly Son Class Two Hunting Ground, destroyed the painstaking civilization they had built, and left those 'races' with their intelligence mostly wiped out, now reduced to primitive tribes that drink blood and hunt with slash-and-burn."

"This is what is happening on the Heavenly Son Class Two Hunting Ground, and on the Earth Class Seven Battlefield, where a civil war is erupting—Nine Dragons contending for the throne—splitting a whole divine dynasty into nine divine states fighting each other."

"They will soon fall into our hands… they will soon exhaust their vital energy in mutual slaughter."

"Ah, and there is the Heavenly Class Nine Hunting Ground, where the resistance is fierce, but their god-emperor is our devout believer… he is using the blood and flesh of billions of commoners to build an altar, offering sacrifice to us."

"Just half a month ago, the god-emperor of the Heavenly Class Nine Hunting Ground offered up all his direct descendants as sacrifices to us!"

"Heh heh, there are many more examples like this."

"Martial King Wu Tie, you've done well… you really are very, very strong… but what can you do? One person, giving your all, you can only inflict a minor setback on our harvesting plan in two insignificant local battlefields."

"Right, right…" Qing Wu's eyebrows danced as he laughed at Wu Tie: "You must be wondering why I know the names of the so-called Heavenly Hunting Ground, Earth Battlefield, and Human Destiny Field."

"Ah, Martial King, do you know what these represent?"

Qing Wu tilted his head, smiling at Wu Tie: "This represents that our power has already seeped into Nüwa Island… oh, oh, oh, do you know Nüwa Island? Do you know? Do you know what these hunting grounds, battlefields, and destiny fields represent?"

"They represent… your… utter… downfall… and… despair!"

Qing Wu twitched all over, uttering each word as he laughed at Wu Tie: "The reason I remain here, enduring your humiliation and torture, is to tell you face to face… the Pangu descendants have absolutely no chance of a comeback."

"You are destined to despair… why do you still struggle?"

Qing Wu grinned: "Why… still… futile… struggle? You, calmly, quietly, await the gods' grace—wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Why must you struggle? Must you resist? Is there any point?"

Wu Tie looked at Qing Wu's twisted, gleeful face and kicked him in the face.

A storm of increasingly vicious and malicious curses rained down; Wu Tie seized a poison‑scorpion whip bristling with barbs from the prison and lashed it at Qing Wu's head and face.

Beating, near‑death, healing… then again beating, near‑death, healing…

Qing Wu's cries, wails, curses, and pleas for mercy echoed throughout the cell.

After another full three hundred rounds, Wu Tie dropped the whip, now almost torn apart from the lashing, smiled and nodded at Qing Wu: "Now I feel much better; I have a few questions—will you answer them?"

Qing Wu caught his breath, regained some spirit, then looked at Wu Tie and shook his head: "You guess?"

Wu Tie laughed and pointed at Qing Wu: "Really mischievous, that's not good. Hmm, really not good."

Wu Tie squatted in front of Qing Wu, his finger lightly tapping his brow: "Are you the essence-blood avatar of some 'divine spirit'? I've seen the essence-blood avatars of You Rou and Wu Tou; they feel exactly the same."

"Hmm, I want to talk with your true form." Wu Tie said sincerely to Qing Wu.

"Come, lick my foot." Qing Wu laughed even more brightly: "Perhaps, if you lick it clean, I will show mercy and grant you an opportunity to meet me?"