Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?!

Chapter 1030: Chapter 542: Eighth Life: A Thousand Cuts, Destroy the Thief Within!

"Are you Fang Hai?"

Lu Yuan ignored the members of the Giant Whale Gang who were gradually approaching and instead glanced at the fat man.

This fat man was ugly in appearance, short in stature, with an indescribable slyness in his eyes.

When the other disciples of the Cyan Cloud Sect saw him, they all trembled with fear and despair, as if they had been tortured by him before.

As for Su Rhyme, upon seeing him, her eyes were filled with deep hatred, instantly turning red, wishing to cut him into countless pieces!

"You’ve heard of my name?"

Fang Hai glanced at Lu Yuan with disinterest in others’ gazes.

"I’ll give you one last chance. If you kneel and beg for mercy and hand over that ice-cold chick, perhaps I might spare your life."

"Is that so?"

"The Giant Whale Gang, being such a prominent local faction, how could it raise such a worthless wretch like you?"

"Aren’t you afraid of offending those you can’t afford to mess with?"

Lu Yuan spoke calmly, never taking the few Giant Whale Gang members seriously.

"How dare you! How I conduct myself is not for a commoner like you to discuss!"

Fang Hai was furious at these words.

Having run amok in Xuandan City for years, he naturally knew whom he could offend and whom he couldn’t.

Someone like Han Qingxuan, an outsider cultivator with no background or connections, was undoubtedly the easiest to manipulate.

And yet, a mere brat like Lu Yuan dared to speak to him this way?

"Break his limbs; I want him to regret ever coming into this world!"

Fang Hai’s face turned dark as he ordered angrily.

"Just with these Nirvana cultivators?"

Lu Yuan showed a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Before he finished speaking.

The members of the Giant Whale Gang suddenly froze, like stone statues, unable even to blink.

"What are you all standing there for?"

Fang Hai, unaware of the situation, thought they were delaying on purpose and urged them on.

But after a while.

When he saw those people still standing motionless, he finally realized something was wrong.

"What did you do to them?"

Fang Hai’s face slightly changed; he stared intently at Lu Yuan, questioning him sharply.

"Do you enjoy breaking others’ limbs?"

Confronted with Fang Hai’s question, Lu Yuan did not answer but instead changed the subject suddenly.

"What do you intend to do?"

Meeting Lu Yuan’s cold gaze, Fang Hai’s complexion changed slightly, his heart grasped by an invisible hand, filling him with a sense of foreboding!

"I want you to experience this feeling too."

Lu Yuan spoke softly, but his voice carried the chill of the Nine Nether Hell, making Fang Hai shiver uncontrollably.

Just as he finished speaking.

A terrifying aura burst forth from Lu Yuan, descending upon Fang Hai like an Ancient Divine Mountain.

This aura was as deep as hell; even an early-stage Void Dao Saint Master could not resist it.

And Fang Hai, who spent years indulging in pleasures, was merely at a mid-term Celestial Destiny cultivation level, how could he withstand such might?

He felt his body tremble, as if a great mountain was pressing down on him.

His legs immediately bent, kneeling heavily on the ground, creating several cracks in the hard surface.

"Crack!"

Under this immense pressure, Fang Hai’s knees were crushed, blood oozing out.

"Aaaah!"

"How dare you lay a hand on me, do you know who my father is?"

Fang Hai pressed his hands against the ground, his body convulsing in pain, cold sweat pouring out.

He howled like a butchered pig, his piercing screams causing the bystanders’ eardrums to ache.

After all, accustomed to living in luxury, he had never been subjected to such inhumane torture.

But the next moment.

His screams abruptly stopped, his face filled with terror and despair.

As Lu Yuan’s thought moved, once again using Divine Thought Power, he crushed Fang Hai’s hands that were propping him up, grinding them into a pulp!

First the fingers, then the joints, then the palms, arms...

Lu Yuan controlled the pressure precisely and slowed it intentionally, allowing Fang Hai to fully experience the pain of having his arms crushed inch by inch.

This excruciating pain of having his arms ground to pieces was far more agonizing than being cut to pieces.

It nearly caused Fang Hai to faint from the pain, leaving him voiceless!

But when Su Rhyme and the other Cyan Cloud Sect disciples saw Fang Hai writhing on the ground like a fat worm, struggling violently, their eyes flashed with a sense of vindication.

For Fang Hai had been torturing a disciple of the Cyan Cloud Sect to death before them every day to force Su Rhyme to submit.

Thus, they had been living in constant fear and anxiety these past days.

Especially Su Rhyme herself, who was nearly driven to a mental breakdown by inner guilt and remorse.

And now, Fang Hai was merely experiencing the suffering they had endured all these days.

"How is it, how does it feel to have your limbs shattered?"

Lu Yuan lifted his right foot and stomped hard on Fang Hai’s face, asking calmly.

In truth, with his power, he could easily have turned Fang Hai into a mist of blood in an instant.

But he chose to torture Fang Hai publicly with cruel methods, intending to dispel the fear and psychological shadow that the Giant Whale Gang cast over the Cyan Cloud Sect disciples.

Breaking the thief on the mountain is easy, but breaking the thief in the heart is hard.

In the past half year, Fang Hai had tortured the Cyan Cloud Sect disciples with various methods, leading them to utter despair.