A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Upon hearing this, Wang Qiang burst into tears.

He truly regretted it.

He regretted why he had come up with that idea back then, why he had suggested extracting Ji Zuodao's essence, and why he had provoked this devil.

What he regretted even more was why he hadn't bitten his tongue and committed suicide earlier.

Why wait until now?

He doesn't even have the strength to bite his tongue anymore.

All he wants now is to die.

To die a quick and painless death.

Even being killed by a single blow, a single palm strike, or a single sword thrust would be a thousand times better than what I am like now.

Ji Zuodao continued his teaching.

He found the tendon in Wang Qiang's ankle, hooked it with his fingers, and then slowly and evenly pulled it outwards.

The tendon, white and resilient, was like a rubber band being pulled out of the flesh little by little.

With each inch the tube was pulled out, Wang Qiang's body would twitch.

With each convulsion, the pool of blood on the ground expanded.

Ji Zhengdao watched intently from the side, his pen flying across the paper as he took notes, occasionally uttering exclamations like "Oh—", "I see—", and "I've learned something—".

They looked like medical students in an anatomy class, extremely serious.

The only difference is that medical schools use cadavers, the kind that are already dead.

But what they used was alive.

And it was screaming in agony.

Ji Zuodao peeled Wang Qiang's skin three times, pulled out his tendons four times, removed his bones twice, and shaved his flesh five times.

Every time Ji Zhengdao said, "Brother, I didn't see it clearly," Ji Zuodao would put the skin back on, wrap the tendons back up, put the bones back in, fill the flesh back in, and start all over again.

Later on, Wang Qiang stopped calling out.

It's not that the pain has subsided, it's that I can't scream anymore.

His voice was completely ruined; his vocal cords were torn, his throat was congested with blood, and even his breath tasted bloody.

He just stared blankly at the sky with his eyes open, tears streaming silently down his face.

His lips were opening and closing, as if he was saying something.

If someone leaned closer to listen, they could hear him repeating four words over and over:

"Let me die...let me die...let me die..."

The voice was so faint it was almost inaudible, like an echo coming from a very, very far place, carrying a deep-seated despair and pleading.

Several elderly members of the Wang family simply couldn't bear to watch any longer.

Although they were afraid, they were, after all, people who had lived most of their lives, and they still had some backbone.

One of the clan elders, with gray hair, leaned on a cane and stood up shakily. He pointed at Ji Zuodao, his voice hoarse and filled with grief and indignation:

"Enough! Killing someone is just a matter of a head falling to the ground, why humiliate him like this? Can't we just give him a quick death?!"

As he spoke, two lines of clear tears streamed down his cloudy old eyes.

He wasn't pleading for Wang Qiang; he was pleading for the dignity of the Wang family.

A person can die, but not like this.

To die like this is too pathetic, too humiliating, too inhumane.

Ji Zuodao tilted his head, looked at the clan elder, blinked, and his expression seemed to be pondering a very interesting question.

"Give him a quick death?"

He repeated the sentence, and then laughed.

That smile, innocent and harmless, was exactly the same as his expression when he was teaching.

"On what grounds?"

Did he give me a quick and easy time back then?

"When he suggested extracting my essence, did he give me a quick and easy solution?"

When he suggested throwing me away, did he give me a quick and easy answer?

"Did he give me any relief when he altered my mother's memories?"

"No, right?"

"Then why should I give him a quick death?"

Ji Zuodao's voice remained calm and gentle, even carrying a hint of a smile.

But beneath that smile lay something chilling.

The elder opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but found that his throat was blocked by something, and he couldn't say a word.

The elder took a deep breath, gripped his cane tightly, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

He turned his head and glanced at the Wang family members beside him. The Wang family members also glanced back at him and exchanged a look.

Then, they moved at the same time.

It wasn't to attack Ji Zuodao.

They didn't have the guts, nor the ability.

They wanted to bypass Ji Zuodao and kill Wang Qiang directly.

Give Wang Qiang a quick death.

In a way, this preserves the last shred of dignity for the Wang family.

But they had barely moved, before they could even make a move—

"boom--!!!"

A demonic aura filled the sky!

The entire Wang family compound seemed to be pressed down by an invisible mountain, and the ground shook violently.

All the doors and windows creaked and groaned at the same time, and the roof tiles fell down with a crash, shattering all over the ground.

The Wang family elders' steps were abruptly halted by that demonic aura.

His body froze on the spot, as if an invisible giant hand was pressing down on his shoulder, rendering him unable to move.

He struggled to lift his head and look up at the sky.

Then, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The sky above the Wang family compound, which was originally clear, was now shrouded in a thick, impenetrable layer of dark clouds.

The dark clouds rolled and surged, like a black ocean hanging upside down in the sky, blotting out the sun and shrouding the entire Wang family compound in gloom.

The sunlight was completely blocked out, with only a few streaks of blood-red lightning occasionally flashing through the dark clouds, illuminating the oppressive and suffocating sky.

And against the backdrop of that dark cloud—

The walls of the Wang family's courtyard were now filled with figures.

Those figures were of various shapes and sizes; some were tall and mighty, some were slender and tall, some were covered in scales, and some had wings outstretched from their backs.

Without exception, every single one of them exuded a suffocatingly terrifying aura.

The Realm of Dharma.

All of them are Dharma Realm.

At a glance, the courtyard walls were densely packed with powerful demons, numbering at least several dozen.

Their eyes gleamed with various colors in the darkness.

But those lights had no warmth whatsoever; they were only cold, naked killing intent.

Those murderous intents converged, forming an invisible pressure that enveloped the entire Wang family compound, making everyone feel suffocated.

Just then, a gentle voice, like a spring breeze, rang in the ear of the Wang family elder.

That voice was gentle, sweet, and had a slightly lazy tone, which made people feel very comfortable.

"Shh-"

A fair, jade-like hand gently rested on the shoulder of the Wang family elder.

The elder's body suddenly stiffened.

He slowly turned his head and saw an absolutely beautiful face.

Su Xiaoxiao.

She had appeared beside him silently without him even noticing.

She stood next to him, tilting her head, looking at him with a faint smile on her face.

That smile was as gentle as the spring breeze in March and as sweet as the nectar in May.

But when the elder looked at that smile, he felt as if his heart was being gripped by an icy hand, making it difficult to even beat.

"Don't make a sound."

Su Xiaoxiao raised an index finger to her lips, making a shushing gesture, her voice as gentle as if she were coaxing a child to sleep, "Stay put and don't disturb our little Daodao's play."

As she spoke, her gaze turned to Ji Zuodao not far away, her eyes filled with an indescribable tenderness and doting affection.

"Look how much fun he's having!"

"His smile is so sweet."

Following her gaze, several members of the Wang family saw Ji Zuodao standing next to Wang Qiang, holding a freshly pulled tendon in his hand, discussing something with Ji Zhengdao, a bright smile on his face.

That smile was indeed quite beautiful.

Her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and the upturned corners of her mouth were just right, revealing a row of neat white teeth. She looked sunny and clean, just like those energetic college students on campus.

But the problem is—

There was blood on his face.

He was covered in bits of flesh.

He was carrying a human tendon in his hand.

At his feet lay a living person who had been skinned three times, had his tendons pulled out four times, had his bones removed twice, and had his flesh shaved five times.

Against this backdrop, his radiant smile was unsettling no matter how you looked at it.

Several members of the Wang family swallowed hard, making a gurgling sound in their throats.

Beautiful lady, isn't your filter a bit too heavy?