Zi Wentian was shocked and said, "You want to kill me?"
Zi Lingling sneered, "What? Is it not allowed? You imprisoned my mother, chased after my father, and constantly targeted me and the Tianqi Zi family. You have touched my bottom line.
If I don't kill you, I would be letting down my parents who were persecuted by you, and myself! Therefore, you should have been prepared to die long ago!"
Zi Wentian was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily and said, "Zi Lingling, should I say you are smart? Or should I say you are stupid? I was severely injured earlier. If you wanted to kill me, it would have been as easy as flipping your hand. But you gave me a Bone-Mending Pill.
Now, my injuries have healed by more than half. You say you want to kill me? Hmph! I, Zi Wentian, have lived a life of battling, and I've seen countless situations. Do you think a mere young girl like you can just kill me as you please?"
Zi Lingling said contemptuously, "Idiot! Since I could injure you once, I can certainly injure you twice. Since I could injure you, I can certainly kill you.
In my eyes, it makes no difference whether you are severely injured or not injured at all. The one whom my Ghostly Hand Poison Doctor wants to save, even Yama dares not obstruct; the one whom my Ghostly Hand Poison Doctor wants to kill, even Yama dare not refuse to accept!"
Zi Wentian sneered, "Arrogant words! I was just careless just now, which allowed you to take advantage. Now, let me see how much skill you truly possess!"
As he spoke, a sword of flames appeared in his hand.
The sword was three feet three inches long, entirely condensed from fire spiritual energy.
Zi Lingling mocked, "Oh! You've got some backbone! Confidence is a good thing, but overconfidence is not. Furthermore, if you want to gauge my abilities, the price you pay will be your life, nothing else!"
"Break!"
With her light exclamation, Zi Wentian immediately felt the pain of his bones breaking within his body.
With a "crack," Zi Wentian turned back into a pool of mud and wailed on the ground.
The flaming sword in his hand instantly disappeared.
"Bitch, what exactly did you do to me?" Zi Wentian cursed, suppressing the pain.
He gritted his teeth until they creaked, his eyes bulged, and the veins on his body swelled.
Large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, hitting the ground with crisp sounds.
It wasn't that his willpower was insufficient, but the pain in his body at this moment was more than ten times worse than when his bones were first broken.
Zi Lingling smiled brilliantly, giving people a feeling of basking in a spring breeze.
But such a charming smile made Zi Wentian's heart turn cold.
"What did I do? What do you think?"
Zi Lingling's voice held no trace of anger, but it carried an icy killing intent.
"Did you really think I would be so kind as to give you a Bone-Mending Pill? Zi Wentian, when did you become so foolish as to believe your enemy?"
Zi Wentian was in excruciating pain, feeling as if his bones were being broken and then reattached, but before the pain of the fracture could subside, his bones were broken again.
The pain was unbearable, bone-deep, to the point of questioning life itself, and yet these descriptions were insufficient.
He gritted his teeth and asked, "Bitch, what did you give me to eat?"
Zi Lingling smiled charmingly and said, "What did I give you? It's a good thing. Although it's not a Bone-Mending Pill, it's even more precious! Its name is the Nine-Connect Nine-Break Bone Shattering Pill.
The Nine-Connect Nine-Break Bone Shattering Pill does indeed have the effect of mending bones initially, but after the time it takes to light an incense stick, your bones will break again, and the pain will double.
Don't worry, as long as you endure it for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, this pain will disappear. Then, after another cup of tea's worth of time, you will experience the pain of broken bones again, and the pain will double from the second time.
This time, you only need to endure for a hundred breaths before you get a hundred breaths of rest. And so on, until finally, your bones turn to dust, and then you will be free."
Zi Lingling spoke with a light and airy tone, but it sent chills down one's spine.
Zi Wentian's face was deathly pale. After all, the time it takes to brew a cup of tea is neither long nor short.
The key was that after enduring this period, he would only have a hundred breaths to rest.
He finally understood that the twelve-year-old girl before him was no pushover. Such torturous methods were comparable to those of a demon!
After Zi Lingling finished speaking, she removed the barrier. The spectators outside the arena could now see Zi Wentian's pathetic state and hear his heart-wrenching screams.
Those who were watching suddenly felt a chill run down their spines.
They secretly resolved that they would rather overthrow the royal authority of the Dongfang family than offend Zi Lingling.
"Aooooh~"
Zi Wentian's pained cries echoed through the skies above Dongfang City.
Shen Wenqing looked at Zi Wentian, then at the peerless figure on the stage, her eyes shifting as she pondered something.
Qin Youcheng looked at Zi Wentian, who was being tortured to the point of being unrecognizable, and a hint of pity appeared in his eyes.
Killing someone should be quick and decisive. Such torturous methods were too cruel.
Dongfang Xiong's fists clenched and relaxed, relaxed and clenched again, indicating the struggle within his heart.
Zi Lingling stood with her hands behind her back, calmly observing her handiwork.
She didn't feel that her methods were particularly cruel because the suffering her parents endured at this moment was undoubtedly no less than this.
The time it took to brew a cup of tea finally passed.
Zi Wentian lay on the ground like a dead dog, his body curled up and trembling.
This period of time felt longer than a hundred years.
The bones in his body were slowly being reconnected.
However, only the surface was reconnected. Internally, there were already some fragments.
"Bitch! I will kill you!"
Zi Wentian struggled to stand up, his eyes filled with killing intent.
He intended to kill Zi Lingling within this short period before the next cup of tea's worth of time passed.
Zi Lingling sneered, "With you? Better to enjoy this short time, because in the future, even standing up will be a luxury!"
At this moment, Zi Wentian's mind was consumed by hatred, and he couldn't possibly listen to Zi Lingling's words.
Therefore, he forcibly condensed his flaming sword and lunged at Zi Lingling.
Zi Lingling sneered.
She didn't move, nor did she condense her spiritual energy. She didn't even intend to resist.
Just as Zi Wentian's sword was about to strike her forehead, at the critical moment, Zi Wentian suddenly wailed and fell to his knees.
"Aoooooooooooooooooooooo..."
The flaming sword in his hand dissipated into nothingness. He lay on the ground, banging his head violently against the ground.
It looked as if he were kowtowing to Zi Lingling.