Davis asked as he nonchalantly moved to the next limb.
However, his expression was anything but calm as it appeared to be filled with pleasure derived from cruelty.
However, Thousand Windblades really couldn’t endure anymore.
"Stop! I have a killmark on me! If you kill me, the Hexadra Clan will know you have arrived!"
"It’s not the Hexadra Clan."
Davis smiled lightly, "I think it’s the Celestial Transcendent."
"...!? Pui!"
Thousand Windblades was alarmed to hear that it could be the Celestial Transcendent who was acting as his guardian to capture the Divine Emperor of Death. He spat a mouthful of blood, his blood reversing from trying to control the pain and the sudden news of hope, causing him to lose control of his rampaging blood.
"But it may not be the Celestial Transcendent as well since he wouldn’t bother mingling with an oppressor and tyrant like you."
Davis chuckled before he gently held Thousand Windblades’ surviving hand and nonchalantly yanked out- a finger.
"Aaaa..."
Thousand Windblades’s posture was bent, and his screams became more miserable and unsightly as they sounded more like sobbing instead.
When had he ever experienced this kind of beating as a Realm Master? He didn’t experience it a single time in his long life, always managing to get his way and treat his enemies like this as he tore them apart one limb after another using his wind energy.
He took enjoyment in mutilating others and watching them beg for their lives as a tyrannical Realm Master.
"Noo... Arghhh!"
Davis pulled out Thousand Windblades’ two fingers with his raw strength. The middle finger and ring finger were ripped from the palm, blood dripping while veins were pulled along with it before being torn.
The fingers were discarded to the side as though they were unneeded, leaving behind only the pinky finger and thumb.
"Stop... stop... I will tell you everything you want to know..."
Thousand Windblades shuddered as he pleaded, "The Saint... the Saint has a Sealing Treasure. It will seal even a layer limit expert for a short period of time. It is meant to be activated upon his death."
"How do you know?" Davis raised his brows, his expression looking as though he was going to run out of patience.
Thousand Windblades flinched but quickly said, "I’m the mole the Hexadra Clan placed to monitor him."
"Oh... makes sense. The Hexadra Clan wants him dead?"
"No, it’s only a temporary death. That treasure... is also capable of sealing his soul from dispersing, so he could be revived as soon as the forces of the Hexadra Clan appear. His value as a Saint who could use his Divine Technique to help Primarchs conceive is still there. There is no one else who has achieved this feat without the use of heavenly resources."
"Haha... the Hexadra Clan sure is ruthless."
Davis could instantly tell that the Celestial Transcendent probably forced Realm Master Malzor Hexadra to do this, or else,
Thousand Windblades pleaded, "Please... kill me or spare me. I promise I will be of great help to you, becoming your loyal slave."
"Why not just try to escape? Your soul isn’t restricted. You could’ve left anytime you wanted after being freed from the shackles."
"..."
Thousand Windblades looked at the Divine Emperor of Death with a bleak expression.
Wasn’t that precisely what the Divine Emperor of Death wanted? To voluntary leave his body, so he could be caught and then thrown into extreme torture, whether it be burning in soul flames or enduring soul-prickling pain lasting for an unknown number of years.
"Hahaha!"
Davis couldn’t help but laugh as he sensed Thousand Windblades’ emotion, "Indeed. I was waiting, but I won’t torture you. I was only going to try and see if I could remove that killmark on you, but on second thought, killing you is better, as you’ve earned yourself a quick death, but not now."
Davis’s hand flickered like a snake, and Thousand Windblades collapsed again.
He fainted from the reincarnation energy harming his soul.
Davis didn’t hold back on the amount of reincarnation energy he used and caused damage to Thousand Windblades’ soul. He could well be in a coma right now, but at this moment, a breeze of crimson poison mist swooshed through his body, and a Slumber Hex appeared in his soul, forcing him into nearly eternal slumber.
"Not going to torture him more?" Evelynn asked as she came to the side.
Davis shook his head with a light smile, "I’m not insane. Enjoying the misery of my enemies should be done in satisfactory amounts. Any more, it will corrupt my Will. Besides, he did redeem himself for a quick death now that I know how to deal with the Saint."
Evelynn nodded. She also knew Davis didn’t choose to kill Thousand Windblades now because they needed to enjoy the Spirit Essence Spring. Otherwise, killing Thousand Windblades will quickly expose them to various troubles, leaving them no time to absorb it.