1257 Unhappy with Retribution 2 (1/2)

He had never realized that such agonizing pain even existed in this world where every single inch of his bones felt like it had been broken by someone, every piece of his flesh like it was being set aflame, his internal organs being stirred by a scorching red hot iron. Under such excruciating agony, he thought that he was going to die, but in reality, his consciousness was clearer than it had been at any time, and even if he longed for himself to fall away in a dead faint, it would be impossible.

He remained clearly conscious, feeling every single bit of that unimaginable pain that could drive a person out of his mind.

Grand Tutor He stared unsympathetically at the Condor Country's Emperor as he writhed and struggled in his agonizing state, hot tears flowing out from his eyes.

”I'll….. Write….. I'll write…..” The excruciating torment made the Condor Country's Emperor wish he could die, but couldn't, all the suffering he had inflicted upon others at that moment seemingly being heaped in its entirety onto his body.

He would rather die, than to have the torment continue on.

”I….. beg….. You….. I….. I'll….. Write…..” [He'll write anything they want, as long as all of this stops!]

Jun Wu Xie swept her gaze to look at Qiao Chu at the side. Qiao Chu immediately took out an elixir from his belt that Jun Wu Xie had given to him earlier and quickly stuffed the pill into the Condor Country's Emperor's mouth.

In an instant, the impossible pain that drive people out of their minds disappeared without a trace.

The clothes on his body completely soaked in his own sweat, the Condor Country's Emperor slumped upon the floor like a dead dog, his breathing becoming highly erratic.

Everything that happened just a moment ago, suddenly felt like a terrifying nightmare.

”Get up. Don't just lie there so lazily on the floor.” Qiao Chu picked up the Condor Country's Emperor and made him kneel anew before the blank parchment.

There wasn't the slightest tinge of colour upon the Condor Country's Emperor's face. With a trembling hand, he picked up the brush at the side, and lifted his eyes to glance at Jun Xie, his eyes exhibiting only terror, not daring to hold the tiniest bit of hatred at all.