At this moment, Tang Wenhu no longer had any arrogance, nor any regret. In his heart there was only one thought left—that he wanted to die, desperately wanted to die. Death, to him, was the best release.
"Kill you?"
Lu Tianxing's face showed a mocking smile as he said coldly, "Weren't you cursing me very happily just now? Why don't you keep going? You can keep right on cursing me, and see if I can find another Divine Doctor to drag you back from the brink, then carve you up into a thousand pieces all over again."
"No… don't, I… I beg you, gi… give me a quick death. As… as long as you give me… a quick death, I… I'll tell you which power I came from." Tang Wenhu said, his breath as thin as a thread.
Right now Tang Wenhu's heart was full of regret. If he had known Lu Tianxing's methods were this cruel, he wouldn't have dared say those words even if you beat him to death.
"Do you think that still matters now? You can just slowly wait for death. I keep my word."
