“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!” Jian Sanqiang remained busy with his task, adding more injuries to the hanging monarch.

Of course, these were mere flesh wounds for cultivators. The problem here was the damage to the mind and the dao heart.

The monarch wished for death. If it wasn’t for the complete seal on his meridians and muscles, he would have tried to bite his tongue.

Spectators knew that even if he were to survive, he wouldn’t want to meet anyone again. Nothing was left of his reputation and authority....