Chapter 300: The Way of Destruction (3)

"Didn't you say you wanted to kill me? Come on, I'll give you a chance." Zhang Huaming kicked him out. After Elder You hit the city wall, he quickly grabbed him back and kicked him out again.

"Why don't you speak? Weren't you very arrogant just now? Do you think you are awesome in the realm of the God of War?" Zhang Huaming kicked him again. Elder You's lower abdomen almost reached his back, and all the bones in his body felt like they were falling apart.

His body was drooping and limp, with blood flowing continuously from the corner of his mouth like a fountain, staining his clothes. There were open wounds all over his body, staggered, shocking, and too tragic to be seen.

At this time, Elder You was like a withered corpse, without any vitality, and only left with a breathless breath. If Zhang Huaming hadn't treated him from time to time, I'm afraid he would have died countless times.

Han Wei stood aside and watched silently from beginning to end, her eyes fixed on the stern-faced Zhang Huaming and the embarrassed Elder You. There was an extremely complicated look in her eyes, and she opened her mouth several times to say something.

When it reached the mouth, he swallowed it immediately, as if there was something unspeakable.

"Miss, teach, what labor and management hate most right now is hearing the word "miss"." Zhang Huaming punched Elder You on the forehead, causing half of his head to explode.

Recalling that when he was in the Xixia Plain, his good brother Qin Xiaotian almost died at the hands of the four martial masters from the Mass Cult, Zhang Huaming felt a surge of anger in his heart, and a strong murderous intention surged all over his body.

In the space within meters, even people watching from a hundred feet away could feel the terror of this murderous intention, and they retreated silently, fearing that they would be harmed.

If Lord Wubao hadn't said that he was the next generation spokesman designated by the Mass Cult, Zhang Huaming would have killed him, but he might have spared his life.

Is the Mass Cult awesome? Zhang Huaming doesn’t know. Maybe in the eyes of the world, it is a quite mysterious existence. Even Zhang Huaming doesn’t know much about the Mass Cult now, but what does this mean? He, Zhang Huaming, wants to kill him.

Sooner or later, people will die in his hands.

"Is the Mass Cult headquarters in Limei City?" Zhang Huaming pinched Elder You's neck with one hand and asked in a cold voice.

Elder You opened his eyelids and looked at Zhang Huaming with a dull look. Without saying anything, he slowly closed his eyes again. However, Zhang Huaming clearly saw the sarcasm in his eyes.

"Mocking me? Jiejie, then let you mock me to your heart's content. I will definitely fulfill your wish." Zhang Huaming laughed angrily, and with a Jiejie sound in his mouth, he raised his right hand and turned it into a knife to slash at the remaining part of Elder You.

On the lower right arm shoulder.

Click!

The hand knife cut like a magic weapon sharpening iron as well as clay. There was a crisp sound, and the right arm was separated from the body. Blood surged wildly. Through the bright red blood, one could clearly see the neatness of the wound.

"Hmph! Ah!"

Elder You's face was distorted, and he groaned miserably. Big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. His face was pale and without a trace of blood. Oh, no, his face had already been soaked in blood, making him look extremely hateful.

Zhang Huaming threw away the broken arm, leaned over and grabbed Elder You's right foot, tapped his knee lightly, then grabbed his calf and folded it upwards. There were a few gurgling sounds, and the calf was torn off.

, revealing white cartilage stained with blood.

"Don't worry, I will let you taste what life is worse than death." Zhang Huaming's voice was cold and icy, just like the snow-capped mountains that have not melted for thousands of years, exuding a chilling chill, as if it could freeze people instantly.

, his face looked very ferocious, filled with thick evil aura, making people intimidated.

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Huaming slapped Elder You's left thigh with his palm. The fresh flesh and blood was smashed to pieces, and there were only white bones left above the knee, like a skeleton, which made people feel horrified.

When everyone around them saw this scene, they couldn't help but turn their heads subconsciously. Some timid guys couldn't help opening their mouths to vomit. The sound of vomiting made some people who could still restrain themselves couldn't help but feel their internal organs surging.

Not stopping, he opened his mouth and vomited.

Cruel and unscrupulous!

Everyone looked at the burly figure, and the same thought occurred in their hearts. How cruel this young man's heart must be to be able to commit such a cruel and inhumane act.

Zhang Huaming never admits that he is a gentleman, let alone a villain. He is neither a good person nor a pure evil person. He only does things according to his own preferences. He can sacrifice himself for those who care about him without hesitation.

He will never be soft-hearted towards his enemy. Even if he cannot kill him, he must first keep this account in mind, and then take revenge bit by bit, so that the enemy will never have peace.

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Going his own way is Zhang Huaming's code of conduct and habit. He never cares about other people's opinions and evaluations of him. As long as he has a clear conscience, he doesn't even mind transforming into the most terrifying demon in the world.

Han Wei looked at Zhang Huaming's torture methods, and his face twitched unconsciously. When his eyes fell on the extremely painful look on the face of Elder You who was almost unconscious, his pitiful eyes couldn't help flashing.

A look of struggle.

"Tell me, where is the headquarters of the Mass Cult?" Zhang Huaming put his face close to Elder You's cheek and asked in a low voice, "If you don't tell me, I will let you endure torture a hundred times more painful than you are now, and I will make you regret it for the rest of your life.

Come and be a human being in this world.”

"My lord, please let him go." After countless painful struggles and decisions, Han Wei finally mustered up the courage and said to Zhang Huaming in an almost pleading tone.

"Do you want to plead for him?" Zhang Huaming turned his head and looked at Han Wei's extremely charming face and asked lightly.

"No, I just hope that the prince can give him a happy death and stop being tortured like this." Han Wei shook her head lightly and said.

"Before I get what I want, I won't let him die easily." Zhang Huaming glanced at Han Wei, coldly said a word, turned around and prepared to continue to kill Elder You, who was already worse than dead.

Continue the torture.

"Your Majesty, please show your respect. He only has half a breath left. I'm afraid he won't be able to answer your question at all." Han Wei's delicate body trembled slightly, her teeth bit her lower lip tightly, and a drop of crystal flowed in her eyes, and she couldn't even speak.

The voice also became a little shaky.

"As long as he is not completely dead, I can let him continue to live." Zhang Huaming looked indifferent, flicking his right index finger, and a touch of life force penetrated into Elder You's body.

In the eyes of Han Wei and everyone in disbelief, they saw that Elder You, who was covered in bruises and blood just a moment ago, was actually recovering in an extremely strange way. The open wounds gradually healed, and his thighs were no longer flesh and blood.

New flesh and blood also began to grow. Except for two arms and a broken right foot, after about a cup of tea, the injuries on his body were almost healed.

"What...what's going on?" Everyone's eyes widened in shock, staring blankly at the scene that happened in front of them.

"He actually recovered in such a short time!" People marveled in disbelief and started talking in low voices.

Suddenly, the black silk energy all over Zhang Huaming's body flashed crazily, turning into a black black snake, spiraling up, emerging, shaking the snake's head, with a pair of gray eyes, roaring and rushing towards Elder You's belly with a roar.

"Ah -" Elder You who had just regained consciousness was trembling even more violently, and his body was rolling. He could deeply feel the black silk energy rushing into his body, and he could clearly feel the black silk energy in the body.

It contains intense death. Wherever it jumps, all the organs in the body begin to die!

When he had just fought with Zhang Huaming, he was accidentally attacked by the black silk energy, so that he had to cruelly destroy one of his arms, turning a person with sound limbs into a cripple.

Elder You was really scared, really scared, and screamed miserably.

The tearing pain made Elder You unable to care about anything else. He just wanted to be freed quickly!

As a strong man in the realm of the God of War, he has always been the only one who has made others miserable. Unexpectedly, in the thirty years of Hedong and the thirty years of Hexi, things have changed, and he has met Zhang Huaming, a perverted master with unpredictable strength.

, so that he has suffered so much, and he didn’t expect that he can’t even ask for death now.

"Kill me, please, kill me." Elder You closed his mouth and begged in a low voice.

"Tell me where the Mass Cult headquarters is." Zhang Huaming ignored his pleas and continued to press with an expressionless face.

"I don't know, I really don't know." Elder You endured the severe pain in his body and shook his head with great difficulty.

Ouch! Another black silk energy rushed into Elder You's body. This time it was more fierce, and the intention of death was more wanton. Wherever the black silk energy passed, the blood in Elder You's body dried up and died. Although there was no pain,

That feeling made Elder You extremely frightened.

"In Limei City, I only know that the sect's headquarters is in Limei City. I really don't know the rest." Elder You said with a trembling voice.

"Really?" Zhang Huaming raised his hand, and a black thread of air penetrated into Elder You's head.

"Ah...ah...no...don't..." The brain is one of the most fragile parts of a person. How can it withstand the brilliance of the power of death? Elder You felt that his head was about to collapse and explode. The heart-rending

The pain that split his lungs and penetrated deep into his bone marrow made him almost faint, and the miserable howls from his mouth resounded throughout the world, making the hairs of those who heard him tremble.

"I really don't know. I'm just an external member of the Mass Cult, and I'm only responsible for Canglang Fort here." Elder You said in an almost weak voice, "Please, kill me, I

I don’t want to live anymore.”

"Don't worry, I won't let you die." Zhang Huaming looked ferocious, with a strange smile on his face.
Chapter completed!