Chapter 170: Give Me a Swift Death

"How could this be!?"

"Heavens, why are you treating me like this!"

"Why do you have the Profound Cloud Pure Moon Fire!?"

Jing Qianyi roared hysterically, his mind almost collapsing!

The Ten-Thousand Rotation Blue Sun Spirit Poison was his final trump card, his last hope for a comeback!

But now, his last hope was shattered!

All that remained for him, under the threat of death, was endless despair and fear!

"Jing Qianyi, do you want a swift death?"

Su Lang smiled faintly and set his teacup down on the table with a thud. "Before I finish my tea, hand over all your assets!"

"No!"

"I, Pill King Jing Qianyi, will never yield to you!"

Jing Qianyi roared like a madman, "Even if you kill me, don't dream of getting all my wealth!"

"Lord Su Lang!"

Qian Mingwu suddenly laughed from the side. "I know where his wealth is hidden.

After he took control of me, he never guarded against me.

He even took me to his treasure vault to show off to me!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Jing Qianyi's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but spray a mouthful of old blood from his mouth!

"Hahahaha!"

"Good, excellent!"

Su Lang laughed wildly towards the sky. "In that case, I can punish this old dog to my heart's content!"

Immediately, with a thought, the two white-robed Clones vanished from their spots in the blink of an eye.

"Ah!!"

Jing Qianyi let out a cry of extreme terror, his hair standing on end and his scalp feeling like it was about to explode!

The next moment.

"Boom—!!"

One Clone punched him in the Dantian, the terrifying force of the punch passing through his back and kicking up a gust of wild wind.

"Pfft! My Spirit Core!!"

Jing Qianyi spat blood, his eyes bulging as the light in them dimmed.

—He had been crippled!

But before he could recover from the blow of being crippled, two invisible, immense forces landed on his legs!

"Crack!"

The tooth-aching sound of breaking bones rang out, and intense pain instantly swept through Jing Qianyi's entire body!

"Argh! Argh!"

"Little Brat Su Lang, you will die a horrible death!"

Jing Qianyi fell directly to his knees, his face distorted and his expression pained as he cursed loudly!

"You still dare to curse me even at this point?"

A cold smile curled on the corner of Su Lang's mouth. "Give him the Death of a Thousand Cuts!"

"Swish, swish!"

The two Clones simultaneously drew their sharp longswords.

The shiny blades reflected a cold sword-light, causing the temperature in the entire hall to drop significantly.

"No! You can't do this!"

Seeing this, the fear in Jing Qianyi's heart instantly outweighed his hatred!

However, no one cared about his pleas for mercy!

"Swish!"

A flash of sword-light passed!

A bloody wound appeared on Jing Qianyi's chest!

"Swish!"

Before Jing Qianyi could scream, another sword-light fell, carving a long scar on his back!

"Swish, swish, swish, swish!"

The two Clones were incredibly fast, their sharp sword-lights falling continuously!

In an instant, every inch of Jing Qianyi's skin was covered in horrifying sword wounds!

A large amount of blood stained Jing Qianyi's tattered clothes red, flowing onto the ground and pooling into a striking pool of blood!

"Argh! Argh!"

"Stop, stop! I know I was wrong!"

"Su Lang! Lord Su Lang! I was wrong, I shouldn't have provoked you. I beg you, give me a swift death!"

Jing Qianyi was like someone trapped in a Hell of knives, screaming and begging for mercy in extreme agony!

But Su Lang remained completely indifferent.

For a great villain like Jing Qianyi, killing him directly would be far too easy on him.

Even the Death of a Thousand Cuts, in Qian Mingwu's eyes, was not nearly enough for Jing Qianyi to atone for his sins.

Because he had truly harmed too many people.

Just those he had refined alive into human pills numbered in the hundreds!

"Argh—! Kill me!"

"Su Lang, you dog, you piece of trash, kill me if you have the guts!"

"…"

Seeing Su Lang turn a deaf ear to his pleas, Jing Qianyi immediately began to curse with a hideous expression, trying to provoke Su Lang into killing him directly.

But Su Lang didn't care at all about such a clumsy provocation; he even felt a bit like laughing.

"Continue. Give him the Death of a Thousand Cuts with ten thousand strikes!"

Su Lang smiled faintly. "Then, we will start the next program!"

"N-next… next program!"

"No! Su Lang, you can't do this!"

"Argh!! My skin! My flesh! My bones!!"

"…"