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At this moment, Lu Tianxing didn’t even consider trying to extract the identity of the mastermind behind Tang Wenhu. All he wanted was to tear Tang Wenhu to pieces.

"You forced my hand; today, I will slash you a thousand times and let you know what it feels like to wish for death. I want you to watch your life ebb away bit by bit; I want your spirit to be annihilated in despair and agony."

A boundless and icy killing intent emanated from Lu Tianxing, surrounding his body, making him seem like a bloodthirsty specter emerging from Hell.

At this moment, Lu Tianxing was filled with endless rage. The flames of his anger were blazing. In this world, you can curse him, but you absolutely cannot insult his parents or his lover. No matter who you are, you will pay a terrible price.

Xue Bing stood at a distance, looking at the intense murderous intent surrounding Lu Tianxing, her fists tightly clenched. Although she was too far to hear clearly what Tang Wenhu said to enrage Lu Tianxing so much, there was no denying that it touched Lu Tianxing’s reverse scale; otherwise, he wouldn’t be so furious.

Tang Wenhu lay on the ground, his eyes on Lu Tianxing, but the arrogance he had before was nowhere to be seen; it had been replaced by sheer terror. The coldness emanated from Lu Tianxing felt like it came from an icehouse. His eyes were devoid of any emotion, full of indifference and disregard for life.

"Next, enjoy the grand feast! I hope your bones are as tough as your mouth."

Lu Tianxing looked at Tang Wenhu with a grim expression, spread his fingers, and with a slight grasp, a dagger formed of True Energy appeared in his hand.

"Swish!"

In the next moment, Lu Tianxing waved the True Energy dagger and slashed hard across Tang Wenhu’s face; a piece of flesh flew out, as thin as a cicada’s wing, drifting in the air, appearing quite beautiful under the sunlight.

But when others saw it, it was horrifying, making their stomachs churn with discomfort.

Thankfully, everyone around was a cultivator; though they felt nauseous, they were used to such sights. If it had been ordinary people witnessing this, they might be unable to eat meat for ten days or half a month.

"Ah!"

A chunk of flesh was sliced off Tang Wenhu’s cheek, and he couldn’t help but let out a painful howl, his face twisting with pain: "Lu Tianxing, you wild..."

Before Tang Wenhu could finish his words, Lu Tianxing moved again. The True Energy dagger in his hand seemed to have a life of its own, transforming into a butterfly flitting across Tang Wenhu’s face, leaving a trail of afterimages.

One flash of white light after another passed before Tang Wenhu’s eyes. Each flash of light was accompanied by a piece of flesh drifting out, as thin as a cicada’s wing, floating in the air like falling leaves, landing on the ground.

Meanwhile, Tang Wenhu continued to let out howls of pain, simultaneously cursing Lu Tianxing more and more viciously.

However, Lu Tianxing seemed not to hear Tang Wenhu’s angry curses and continued to wave the dagger.

"Thud!" "Thud!"

The afterimages flickered as Lu Tianxing’s moves sharped to the bone, and soon Tang Wenhu’s face was a bloody mess. There seemed to be a faint glimpse of bones beneath, blood splattering in the air, but none of it touched Lu Tianxing, as if there was an invisible wall protecting him, repelling the blood.

The faces of the spectators turned pale involuntarily. They had killed before and seen death, but they had never seen someone so savage, genuinely planning to slash a living person to pieces, executing him by slow slicing.

Even Xue Bing turned pale watching this scene. Her fists were clenched tight, and her beautiful eyes were locked on Lu Tianxing, marked with concern. She understood that Lu Tianxing must have been driven to the extreme to be this cruel, wanting to slash Tang Wenhu a thousand times.

Moreover, Xue Bing could sense that Lu Tianxing was incredibly distressed, deeply so.

So, even if her stomach churned, Xue Bing didn’t look away. She bit her lip hard, witnessing Lu Tianxing slice Tang Wenhu to pieces slowly.

In this moment, Xue Bing’s heart felt as if it was being torn apart. Watching Lu Tianxing in his frenzy, she bit her lip, a thought flashing through her mind—perhaps using the method Lin Yafei taught her could alleviate Lu Tianxing’s pressure.

As time elapsed, Lu Tianxing didn’t stop, controlling his strength meticulously to keep Tang Wenhu conscious. Occasionally, he used Creation True Qi to heal Tang Wenhu, keeping him fully aware so the sharp pain of each cut was felt vividly, driving him to the brink of suicide.

Time ticked by, and the flesh on Tang Wenhu’s body diminished, forming a mound on the ground, an unsettling spectacle.

After about ten more minutes, Tang Wenhu was merely a skeleton, with barely any flesh holding him together; only his face remained relatively intact.

Throughout, Lu Tianxing’s expression showed no emotion, and his hands bore no trace of blood, as if he hadn’t just been the one to slash a man a thousand times.

At last, Lu Tianxing stopped, eyeing the skeletal remnants of Tang Wenhu as if admiring his handiwork.

"How does it feel? Does it not bring you comfort?" Lu Tianxing asked with a smile.

But to the others, his smile was devilish, chilling them to the core and soaking their spines with cold sweat. They resolved never to cross Lu Tianxing and, if encountered, to remain humble—not to act out, lest they become a similar ghastly cautionary tale.

"Kill... kill me, please... please, kill me,"

Tang Wenhu uttered in a wispy voice as if a mosquito’s drone, summoning energy from who knows where after hearing Lu Tianxing.