Lu Tianxing didn't notice his surroundings, the dagger in his hand had already turned into a blur, almost invisible to the eye. The only thing visible was the flesh falling like autumn leaves, and Holder's miserable screams.
As time ticked by, the flesh on Holder's legs almost completely disappeared, leaving only bare bones exposed, and a pile of flesh now lay on the ground, with a dense bloody smell pervading, making one nauseous.
Half an hour later, nothing was left of Holder except his head; his organs clearly visible, he couldn't even make a sound anymore. If not for his beating heart, no one would have believed he was still alive.
"Thirty-six thousand cuts, Holder, how does that feel?" Lu Tianxing casually tossed the dagger to Starving Ghost, looking at Holder with indifference.
"Kill... kill me." Holder uttered in a weak voice.
At this moment, Holder only wanted to die, desperately wanted to die.
