As an Evil Cultivator who had reached the Nascent Soul stage, he had lost count of how many people's lifeblood and essence he had devoured.
Not only had those people died senseless deaths, but they were forced to remain conscious and endure humiliation throughout the ordeal—a violation of their very spirit.
That damage went far beyond physical pain.
'Scum like him should have died long ago. And he dares to dream I'll spare his life?'
'He's dreaming!'
'And then there's Liu Yao. A Nascent Soul True Monarch from a supposedly righteous sect, colluding with an Evil Cultivator for personal gain. For that alone, he deserves to die.'
'He has to die, too.'
'But letting him die so easily would be letting him off too lightly.'
Song Wanning's eyes darkened. She would strip away his dignity, piece by piece, and let him die drowning in endless humiliation and resentment.
'And I'll drag Liu Yiyi down with him.'
'Even his death must have value to me.'
