Chapter 123: What Kind of Worldly Suffering is This?

"Hahaha, Young Master Dai is quite straightforward."

"The amount of Gold Soul Coins is not a problem. Shadow, step back."

The middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache laughed heartily and put away the black card.

The black-robed old man snorted lightly at the words and stepped aside.

"Zhu Zhuqing, oh Zhu Zhuqing, you've finally fallen into my hands."

"I will return to you the pain you caused me twofold. I, Dai Mubai, swear to make you endure all humiliation."

"I will make you understand that being my enemy is the greatest regret of your life."

Dai Mubai's eyes were filled with resentment and madness.

"Hehe, regret?"

After listening to Dai Mubai's words, Zhu Zhuqing laughed. "Dai Mubai, do you know what my greatest regret is?"

Dai Mubai was stunned.

But before he could ask, Zhu Zhuqing continued indifferently, "My greatest regret is still being too kind. Back at the Shrek Academy, I should have killed you directly instead of crippling you, turning you into a eunuch."

"You, shut up!"

Dai Mubai erupted in anger.

There was no doubt that Zhu Zhuqing's words had touched his scar.

Especially with two outsiders present.

"Haha, I see. That's why this kid always looks so deficient in yang energy. Turns out he's not a man anymore."

The black-robed old man couldn't help but laugh.

"Shadow, stop laughing. After all, we're a team trained rigorously."

"Unless we can't help it."

The middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache said, unable to contain his laughter.

Now he understood why Dai Mubai harbored such deep hatred towards Zhu Zhuqing.

For any man, it would be difficult to accept, wouldn't it?

"Enough!"

Dai Mubai shouted in shame and anger.

The scene fell silent.

"Zhu Zhuqing, don't be too pleased. I'm about to destroy what you're most proud of."

"Without your proud figure, without your beautiful face, let's see how you'll seduce men."

Dai Mubai took out a gleaming dagger from his spatial soul device.

He approached Zhu Zhuqing step by step, dagger in hand.

But at the next moment.

A purple lightning bolt tore through the night sky from afar, arriving above them in an instant.

"Hey, why is there lightning in the cloudless sky?"

The black-robed old man noticed something unusual and his face showed astonishment.

Lightning!

Dai Mubai also sensed something amiss. Wait a minute, purple lightning... could it be...

He suddenly thought of a possibility, his heart skipping a beat.

Immediately after, a voice sounded in the field:

"Dai Mubai, are my people something you can mess with?"

"Who is it!?"

Both the black-robed old man and the middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache showed signs of nervousness, their faces suddenly tense.

Boom!

At the next moment, a purple thunderbolt descended straight down, landing in the field.

Dai Mubai and the others instinctively closed their eyes or shielded them with their hands against the dazzling light.

Only Zhu Zhuqing seemed unaffected, exclaiming, "Your Majesty."

"I'm late."

Qin Xiao looked at the disheveled girl, feeling a pang of heartache.

With that, he waved his hand and rescued the girl, holding her in his arms.

Qin Xiao could feel the girl's weakness in his arms.

"Not late at all."

"As long as you're here, it's not too late."

Zhu Zhuqing smiled contentedly.

"Who are you?"

At this moment, the black-robed old man spoke solemnly.

Qin Xiao looked at him and said calmly, "The one who will kill you."

"The one who will kill me?"

The black-robed old man suddenly laughed, "Hahaha, there are people who want to kill me, but it's not you, a presumptuous brat. Are all the youngsters nowadays so ignorant?"

However, as he laughed, he couldn't laugh anymore.

The appearance of the nine soul rings floating under Qin Xiao's feet stunned him.

Especially the first soul ring, which was red.

"A Title Douluo?"

"And, a hundred-thousand-year first soul ring?"

On the side, the middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache rubbed his eyes vigorously, making sure he wasn't seeing things. But it was real.

However.

He would rather this be false.

After all, who wants to face a opponent at the level of a Title Douluo?

"How is this possible? How can someone your age become a powerhouse at the level of a Title Douluo?"

They couldn't believe that this was actually true.

However.

Qin Xiao didn't answer his words, and even when Qin Xiao's gaze fell on him, he felt a bone-chilling cold.

Then, he saw the fifth soul ring around Qin Xiao's body light up.

Thunder Pool!

Crackle.

Crackle.

Thunderbolts emerged from the void, covering the area where the black-robed old man was in the blink of an eye.

Boom boom boom!
The thunder full of destructive aura raged, and the black-robed old man didn't even have time to scream before he turned into flying ash.

"Gulu!"

"Is this the power of a Title Douluo?"

The middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache swallowed hard.

In his opinion, Qin Xiao's attack that instantly killed the black-robed old man would be more than enough to kill him as well.

"My, my lord."

He trembled as he looked at Qin Xiao, feeling his throat dry, not knowing what to say.

"Qin Xiao, why is it you again?"

"You just never go away, do you?"

At this moment, Dai Mubai also changed his focus and looked at Qin Xiao with a mix of sadness and resentment in his eyes.

He recalled all the incidents that occurred after Qin Xiao appeared, none of which had been to his liking.

This guy is my lifelong nemesis.

However, after listening to Dai Mubai's words, Qin Xiao shook his head, "You're wrong, Dai Mubai. I've never considered you a worthy opponent, otherwise how could you have survived until now?"

With that said, he looked at the middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache in the distance, "Do you want to live?"

The middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache trembled all over, nodding like a chick pecking at grain, "Yes."

"Good, then I'll give you a chance now."

Qin Xiao nodded lightly, then pointed a finger at Dai Mubai, "See him? Cut him three thousand times, and if he doesn't die after three thousand cuts, you'll live. If he dies, you die too. And you have to see his bones with every cut."

There was no doubt that Qin Xiao had no intention of letting Dai Mubai off easily.

Three thousand cuts, without the help of healing-type soul masters, even a Title Douluo wouldn't be able to withstand it.

What! Can anyone endure this?

The middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache was stunned.

He never expected Qin Xiao to propose such a suggestion.
Simply put.

It's insane.

"Qin Xiao, you can't do this to me. If that's the case, I'd rather die!"

Dai Mubai's face turned deathly pale, devoid of any blood.

Being flayed alive three thousand times, what kind of sin did he commit?

He decided that even if it meant suicide, he couldn't bear such pain.

Thinking like this.

The dagger in his hand, shining with a cold light, moved towards his own neck.

But before the dagger could touch his skin, his arm holding the dagger was bound by a long vine, making it impossible to move.

"What are you doing?"

Dai Mubai looked at the middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache in shock.

The middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache said, "Young Master Dai, to be honest, I want to try it."

"If you want to try, then damn it, I'll die!" Dai Mubai shouted angrily.

"Anyway, you're going to die, so let me try." The middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache persuaded him persistently.

"What the hell are you saying? Can't I have a decent death?" Dai Mubai was dumbfounded.

"Your time is running out. If you don't move, I'll start."

Qin Xiao looked at the two who seemed to be doing a comedy sketch, saying coldly, "Ten, nine."

And the countdown had begun.

He believed that whether it was Dai Mubai or the middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache, they both understood the result when Qin Xiao counted to one.

"We can't delay any longer. Since you're unwilling to cooperate, then blame me."

The middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache made up his mind, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

Then, vines emerged from all directions, binding Dai Mubai and suspending him in the air.

Clang.

The dagger with a cold gleam fell to the ground, picked up again by the middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache.

He took a look and praised, "The knife is very sharp. It shouldn't hurt much, Young Master Dai, you have to hang in there."

"You, don't come over!"

Dai Mubai was hanging by the vine, shouting in terror.

But no matter how he struggled and shouted, it was futile.

The middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache had already inserted the dagger into Dai Mubai's right arm.

"Ah!"

Dai Mubai screamed in pain, beads of sweat the size of beans instantly appearing on his forehead.

Swish.

Immediately, the middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache pulled out the dagger, and blood spurted out.

On the other hand, Dai Mubai let out another scream.

However, the middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache paid no attention to Dai Mubai's cries and looked at Qin Xiao with a questioning expression. "My lord, is this level acceptable?"

Qin Xiao frowned, "You stabbed him, I said to cut him. Wasn't I clear enough?"

"Dai Mubai, are you a devil?"

Dai Mubai trembled, trying to provoke Qin Xiao, "If you have the guts, just kill me! I, Dai Mubai, am not afraid."

But before he could finish, a thick vine was stuffed into his mouth.

Clang clang.

After doing all this, the middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache looked at Qin Xiao again, with a slightly flattering tone, "My lord, please calm down. The previous cut doesn't count, I'll do it again."

Qin Xiao nodded slightly, "Handle it."

It must be said that this guy was also ruthless.

This time, he acted decisively, cutting a long gash on Dai Mubai's thigh with one swift motion.

Dai Mubai's body stiffened at first, then convulsed like a dehydrated shrimp.

After doing all this, he looked at Qin Xiao again, "My lord, what about this time?"

Qin Xiao gave a faint "acceptable."

"Great!"

The middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache was overjoyed, picking up the dagger and cutting Dai Mubai's body again and again.

Three cuts, five cuts, eight cuts, ten cuts...
After ten cuts, Dai Mubai's resistance was much weaker than before.

The middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache became anxious.

"Dai Mubai, I beg you, hold on."

Of course, while he was speaking, he didn't forget to give Dai Mubai's thigh a few more cuts, causing Dai Mubai to twist in pain.

"Do you have to beg like this?"

"Who begs while also giving someone a couple of cuts?"

"I * your *"

Dai Mubai cursed the middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache in his heart.

After fifty cuts.

The middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache found that Dai Mubai seemed to be on the verge of unconsciousness due to excessive blood loss.

"Oh no."

He panicked.

"Plop."

He fell to his knees, "Dai Mubai, I beg you, please don't die. I have elderly parents and young children to take care of. If you die, how can I live?"

"Even if I have to die, wait until I finish cutting you three thousand times."

He cried.

Really cried.

"Damn it, do I have to take responsibility for you and your entire family?"

"Are you so happy because you consider me your father?"

He didn't hold back, giving Dai Mubai two more cuts.

Dai Mubai: "(_)"

I'm so done with you, you sixth-generation descendant.

Can't I just faint to escape the pain?

Why did you have to wake me up so cruelly?

Two hundred cuts.

Three hundred cuts.

It must be said that the middle-aged man with the eight-character mustache, as a Soul Saint-level powerhouse, was quite knowledgeable about the human body's structure.

Every cut avoided Dai Mubai's vital points, and even after three hundred cuts, Dai Mubai still hadn't lost consciousness.

Gradually, a cold feeling spread throughout his body.

It turned out that his hot blood had already drained away.

His breathing became weaker and weaker.
Exhale.
Is it finally over?
Dai Mubai felt no resentment or unwillingness in his heart.

In fact, he felt a sense of relief.

He thought to himself, "Damn it, what kind of suffering is this? Whoever wants to suffer in the next life can come, but don't come looking for me. Even if you beat me to death, I won't come."

(End of this chapter)

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