Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 303: Torture

Chapter 303: Chapter 303: Torture

Seeing the crazed Old Witch, Shi Feng just sneered at her. It was this person who thought herself so high and mighty, so arrogant, that she brought his dearly beloved sister Ling’er to this Ghost Sect.

It was this person who let his sister suffer humiliation, hardship, and bullying here. Had he come a moment later, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

This person had to pay the price for her actions!

"Ah! I won’t let you go even if I become a ghost!" Wei Fang’s face twisted fiercely as she spat the words at Shi Feng with venom.

"Become a ghost? You wish!" Shi Feng sneered contemptuously upon hearing Wei Fang’s words. Dying by his hand, not even becoming a ghost would be an option.

Then Shi Feng coldly said, "When you brought my cherished Ling’er to this Ghost Sect, making her suffer here, did you ever think of the day you would end up like this? Everyone in this Ghost Sect is dead because of you, and this old guy, had it not been for you, he would not have ended up like this!"

While saying this, Shi Feng held up the dried-up corpse of Du Qi before Wei Fang’s eyes.

"Ah! Du Qi! Du Qi!" Staring at the shriveled corpse of Du Qi, Wei Fang’s eyes bulged as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"You’re too cruel!" Wei Fang gnashed her teeth at Shi Feng, her fierce countenance suggesting that, if she could control it, she might have bitten Shi Feng like a Fierce Ghost.

"Me, too cruel?" Shi Feng’s face gradually grew colder. "My Ling’er should have been cherished and adored all her life. Instead, you brought her to this Ghost Sect, making her serve as a servant for lowly people like you, enduring your despicable humiliations!"

Shi Feng thought of the moment he first saw her in tattered clothes, timid and compliant, and anger surged through him. He then flung the corpse in his right hand towards the ground as if discarding trash and continued to ruthlessly slap Wei Fang’s face.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Shi Feng, in a succession, slapped Wei Fang ten times. Her wrinkled old face quickly swelled, and strands of fresh blood trickled slowly from Wei Fang’s mouth.

"Slap!" The final, most forceful slap landed on Wei Fang’s face, and the hand that gripped her hair loosened. Under this tremendous force, Wei Feng was sent flying by Shi Feng, shooting diagonally towards the peak of Floating Void Mountain like a streak of light.

"Bang!" With a trembling crash, Wei Fang smashed harshly onto the plaza at the mountain’s peak, raising a cloud of gray-white dust that enveloped a large area, including Wei Fang within it.

"Boom," there was a loud explosion as Shi Feng’s figure sharply landed amidst the dust at the top of Floating Void Mountain.

The mountain breeze blew, gradually dispersing the pervasive gray-white dust, revealing the sight of Wei Fang lying on the ground like a dead dog.

Wei Fang’s body trembled slightly and she slowly lifted her head, only to see a figure with the presence of a Demon in black slowly approaching her, standing before her.

This time, Wei Fang did not go mad, although she already looked no different from a madwoman. Her face remained ferocious as she glared hatefully at Shi Feng, gnashing her teeth and cursing vehemently, "You will not die a good death! My Floating Void Sect still has a once-in-a-millennium genius. One day, when she learns of our Floating Void Sect’s plight, she will surely not let you go! You, you will die a death ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times more painful than mine."

Rumors had it that the Heavenly Mist Empire had indeed produced a prodigy, unseen for a thousand years within the bounds of the empire, who by the tender age of thirty had already reached the Nine-star Martial Sect level—it was this rare talent alone, who in the past millennium, had any hope of stepping into the Martial Venerable level.

After the old Sect Master of the Floating Void Sect passed away, he bequeathed the position to her. This person was none other than the current Sect Master of the Floating Void Sect, Piao Xueyan. However, Piao Xueyan had lost all contact a year ago. Nonetheless, the Soul Stone kept within the sect’s premises remained intact, signifying that Piao Xueyan had not fallen and was still of this world.

Piao Xueyan was precisely the genius Wei Fang had mentioned and the foundation of her confidently menacing words to Shi Feng. Even now, Wei Fang’s mind envisioned the Sect Master returning and brutally slaughtering this villain.

"Those from the Floating Void Sect are nothing but trash." Shi Feng said with utter disdain, not taking Wei Fang’s words to heart in the slightest. What prodigy, what once-in-a-millennium talent—did any genius have more heavenly favor than himself?

"You will see, you will surely see. When that time comes, you will beg for life in vain and long for death in desperation!" Wei Fang continued to speak hatefully, her emotions agitated and her body trembling violently.

"Next, you will be the one begging for life in vain and longing for death in desperation," Shi Feng said condescendingly, looking down on Wei Fang with blatant scorn. Immediately, his hands transformed into claws, and he let out a low shout, "Nine Nether Claw!"

Two enormous ghastly white Ghost Claws materialized on the mountain peak of Floating Void Mountain. The right claw swooped down like an eagle capturing a chick, clutching Wei Fang’s body before hoisting her up high.

"You will not die a good death, you will not!" Wei Fang had no resistance, knowing full well that any resistance in front of Shi Feng would be futile. All she could do was curse Shi Feng continuously.

"Rip!" Shi Feng said coldly, and upon his command, the previously still left claw reached out towards the hoisted Wei Fang, grabbing her entire right arm and then violently yanking it backward.

"Ah!" A soul-piercing, elder-like scream echoed between heaven and earth. Wei Fang’s entire right arm was torn from her body by the ghastly white Ghost Claw, blood spraying wildly.

The agonized screaming made the martial artists observing from afar shudder in terror.

"This... This is too brutal! It’s exactly like what’s said in the legends!"

"A demon, this is simply a ruthless demon. Remember what I say, from now on, do not provoke this person at any cost. If you do, not only will your entire family be wiped out, but even in death, you won’t rest in peace!" An elder martial artist said, in shock yet earnest, to the youths of his family.

"Uncle, how could we dare to provoke this man?" The young martial artists from his family said with a bitter smile. Even if they were given ten times the courage, they wouldn’t dare.

"That’s true." The elder martial artist nodded. Nonetheless, still somewhat uneasy, he instructed, "Later on, remember his face. When you go home, draw a picture of this man and give it to every single member of our family. Remember, to every single one, even the servants, everyone must have a copy. Upon seeing this man, flee immediately to prevent the annihilation of our clan and avoid ushering in great calamity."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

The family martial artists hastily responded.

"Ah!" Another equally excruciating scream resounded as Wei Fang’s left arm was also mercilessly torn off by the ghastly white Ghost Claw. Witnessing this, martial artists from afar felt their hair stand on end and chills run down their spines.