740 Torture On the Execution Stage (2/2)
”I would like to see who dares to annihilate the Intentionless Sect. Who has made you so confident?” Mo Wen waved his hand. A black Qi swept up Zou Guangbo who was already wide-eyed and open-mouthed in shock. A black light flashed and his person appeared a kilometer away. In a few flashes, he had appeared in the inner city at the center of Intentionless City. This was where the headquarters of the Intentionless Sect was located and was the foundation of the Intentionless Sect.
The huge dark hand, still clenching Jiang Pingzhou tightly, was followed by Mo Wen all the way. Jiang Pingzhou's eyes were dull. He was still able to think but could not even move his eyes.
In the Intentionless Sect, in the center square before the Mindfulness Hall, there were more than ten stone pillars erected. On top of each stone pillar was a cross, and on top of every cross was a prisoner. Sect leader Chen Wuhui, deputy sect leader Chen Zikuang, and all the other elders and important sect members of the Intentionless Sect were nailed to the crosses. The stone pillars were laid out in a semi-circle around the center square.
Before the stone pillars, an execution stage had been temporarily erected. On the execution stage, more than ten ancient martial art practitioners dressed in Intentionless Sect garbs were kneeling. They wore cangues, and their feet were shackled.
In front of the execution stage, there was another raised platform where a few ancient martial art practitioners sat. The leader was the Weapon Forging Sect sect leader, Jiang Jingtao. He was smiling coldly as he looked at the prisoners below. ”At noon, you will all die,” he said. ”You did not need to die and did not need to be separated from your loved ones. But because of Mo Wen, because of Mo Wen alone and the trouble he has caused, you all must die. Do you all not hate him? You will not let him go for this even when you become ghosts, right? Haha…” Jiang Jingtao laughed hideously. His eyes were full of hatred and cruelty. He could barely stop himself from killing all of the people before him stroke by stroke.
Jiang Jingtao looked even gloomier now than he had before. His expression was even more malicious. He looked as though everyone owed him money. However, beneath his callousness, he seemed obviously more haggard than before. His long sideburns appeared whiter.
Jiang Jingtao's hatred towards Mo Wen and the Intentionless Sect could not be cleansed even with all the water from the three main rivers. After he returned to the Weapon Forging Sect, he had discovered that Yan Tao, his deputy sect leader, had died at the hands of the Intentionless Sect and Mo Wen. Even his son, whom he had placed such high hopes in, had been crippled by Mo Wen.
At that moment, he almost lost his mind. Jiang Gujian was his only son and the only successor of his bloodline. Moreover, Jiang Gujian was talented and had reached the Golden Elixir Realm at a young age. It was highly possible for Jiang Gujian to reach the pinnacle of the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension, the true pinnacle for an ancient martial art practitioner. His son was now a cripple. His son had become disabled and could only lie on the bed and await death. How could Jiang Jingtao not be enraged by it?
If the Five Beasts Sect and the Purple Qi Pavilion had not stopped him, Jiang Jingtao would have exterminated the Intentionless Sect long ago. He would have killed everyone, including the animals.
Jiang Jingtao hated Mo Wen even more than he hated the Intentionless Sect. If it was not because of Mo Wen, Jiang Gujian would not be crippled and many things would not have happened. If Mo Wen had not joined the battle, the Intentionless Sect would not have had the ability to kill his deputy sect leader. Everything that had gone wrong was down to that little b*st*rd, Mo Wen.
Not only did Jiang Jingtao want to kill the Intentionless Sect members, but he also wanted to torture them. He wanted them to hate him and hate Mo Wen even more. Jiang Jingtao wanted the Intentionless Sect members to hate Mo Wen, that b*st*rd, even when they had become ghosts.
The members of the Intentionless Sect knelt on the stage. Their facial expressions varied. Some looked unyielding, some were trembling in fear, yet most of them looked bitter and felt that they were wronged.
In reality, after Jiang Jingtao's instigation these past few days, most of the Intentionless Sect members now did hate Mo Wen. It was because they believed that Mo Wen was the one who threw them under the bus.
Unlike the upper echelons of the Intentionless Sect, the common disciples did not know who saved the Intentionless Sect before this. They did not know that Mo Wen had stopped them from being exterminated. They only knew that right now, their tribulation was caused by Mo Wen.
”Are you scared? Are you terrified? You hate him, right? Exactly! All of you should indeed hate Mo Wen. That b*st*rd ruined everything you had. He caused your families to break up. He caused your lives to be worse than death. Haha…”
”Nonsense.” On the stone pillar at the very center, a cold snort suddenly sounded.
Jiang Jingtao's expression turned sullen. He narrowed his eyes; his gaze shot across the stage and stared at the stone pillar in the middle. On the stone pillar was an elder dressed in ragged clothes. The elder's body was covered in wounds and bloodstains. His hair was messy and his face was swollen. His aura was weak. Clearly, he had suffered extreme torture. This person was none other than the Intentionless Sect leader, Chen Wuhui.
”Old b*st*rd Chen, you still will not say it even though you are already at the brink of death. Since you are concealing Mo Wen's whereabouts, I am rather curious to know how you would feel about seeing your sect members being killed off one by one in front of you. Senior Hui Ling has already told you that if you tell us Mo Wen's whereabouts, we will let the Intentionless Sect go. Why would you rather go through this suffering?”