These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Dugu Xun laughed heartily.

"Of course! Who doesn't have an illness? Everyone does! It's just that some people choose to endure it, suppress it, or even extinguish it. Others simply don't need to! If I gave you that kind of power, you might become someone even more terrifying than me."

Wei Tu shook his head. "Power is not enough to turn a person into this. You are simply evil. No matter how much you investigate your past and your childhood, it cannot make any excuse for your crimes or gain any sympathy. You are born to die and do not deserve any favors."

Dugu Xun laughed even harder. "I know... I know you think you can't escape, so you want to provoke me and have me kill you so you won't have to face a fate worse than death. I have a better suggestion for you, how about... you just smash your head against this pillar and die? There are so many pillars, you can choose whichever you like. I guarantee I won't stop you this time. You'd better smash your head into something nice and colorful. I won't have anyone clean it; I'll have someone keep it forever."

Dugu Xun, who seemed to be in complete control and had the upper hand, felt that he had reached a level where only he could make people furious, and these people would not let him get out of control.

This is a state of detachment from the world... it's just not the kind of kindness that most people think of.

And it is under such a mindset and thinking.

The handsome young man said something that instantly enraged Dugu Xun.

He picked up a pastry and pointed at Dugu Xun.

"You... use killing to fill the emptiness in your heart, use rage to cover up your inner fragility, and use the means of torturing others to wash away the past scenes that you see in your dreams every night, scenes that frighten and terrify you. You... are evil, fearful, stupid, and... vulnerable."

Vulnerable?

Dugu Xun crushed the jade cup in his hand, pointing it at Wei Tu with his hands covered in blood.

"Kill him!"

Instantly, the burly men wielding weapons around Wei Tu roared and charged at him.

And it was at this very moment.

Wei Tu gently flicked the pastry.

The first burly man to rush forward was hit on the head with a pastry, and then...

"boom!"

His mind exploded.

Red and yellow petals fluttered and scattered in the air, eventually landing on the ground.

The butler, with his pointed mouth and monkey-like face, couldn't help but scream.

His crotch was damp and smelled fishy.

Dugu Xun, standing in front of the boy, stared blankly at Wei Tu for a moment.

Wei Tu smiled, picked up a pastry, stuffed it into his mouth, and mumbled something indistinctly.

"These people, acting as accomplices to evil, will wield their swords against the innocent, yet dare not resist a demon like you. They deserve to die. And you, Lord Dugu, what do you intend to do with this humble subject? Hmm... he's quite delicious."

The terrified steward couldn't tell the difference between this young man and his master...

Who is the real devil? PS: Brothers, I'm amazing!! I managed to finish this chapter. There might not be an extra chapter today; the phone is supposed to ring around 11 PM. Goodbye!

Judgment Day 12 (Bonus Chapter 3 for Monthly Tickets!)

It wasn't just the butler who was terrified at that moment.

Even the burly men who were about to rush forward were stunned in place, their legs going weak.

When do people realize that something is impossible?

It's not about reasoning with them or telling them how dangerous things are; they'd better not get involved.

Instead, they used their strength to tell these people that they would die if they came.

Seeing this scene, it's astonishing that a good brother who was drinking and eating meat yesterday is now having his head explode right in front of him, and he's so relaxed and carefree.

How can courage exist when there is almost no chance?

Courage is seeking that glimmer of light and opportunity, not like this, knowingly throwing your life away when there is absolutely no chance.

Suddenly, the scene in the hall became eerie.

All eyes were on the leisurely boy in the center, munching on pastries.

He kept making "uh-uh...uh-uh" sounds coming from his mouth.

The sight of red blood and yellowish-white brain matter spilling onto the ground was nauseating, making one want to vomit.

Even Dugu Xun felt uncomfortable with this scene.

However... he didn't go so far as to have weak legs or lose control of his bladder from fright.

"Hehe... So you're a cultivator."

He seemed to have seen through the boy's identity. "I knew it. So you had the courage to come alone. You were planning to... kill me?"

Wei Tu smiled as she looked at Dugu Xun, a trace of pastry seemingly still lingering at the corner of her mouth.

"Actually, I didn't intend to do this at first. I just knew you weren't a good person, far worse than Zhao Haoran, so I came to see what you'd done and what you were planning to do. But since you've already confessed so much, you shouldn't have any complaints about dying, don't you think?"

"Hahahaha... You can't kill me."

Dugu Xun laughed.

It seemed as if, just like his laughter, he possessed a power that made it impossible for anyone to harm him.

Wei Tu raised his head and glanced at Dugu Xun.

"Tell me, why can't I kill you?"

Dugu Xun stared intently at Wei Tu, "I am a relative of the Shang Dynasty... my father is..."

"Don't even mention your father. If I wanted to, your father would die, let alone you. I've already said it, status is useless to me."

"I am burdened with the destiny of the mortal realm! You, a cultivator, want to kill me? Aren't you afraid of incurring karmic consequences? Do you even care about your future?!"

Dugu Xun glared fiercely at Wei Tu, as if this could conceal his guilty conscience.

Wei Tu smiled and pointed at Dugu Xun with his two fingers together.

For some reason, seeing the boy's smile and his seemingly nonsensical actions, Dugu Xun felt a deep-seated panic.

Then the boy smiled.

"Cause and effect...luck. These are even less useful."

"Clap."

So his hand came down.

Then came the sound of Dugu Xun's left arm falling to the floor.

The scene seemed to freeze for a fleeting moment, as if time itself had stopped.

then.

"Ahhhhh!!"

"puff!!"

With Dugu Xun's painful roar, blood gushed out wildly from the severed part of his left arm.

Dugu Xun's face was almost contorted with rage, he was experiencing pain he had never felt before...

These things should only happen to one's enemies, why are they happening to oneself?!

Of course he knew about the existence of cultivators!

However, no cultivator would meddle in human affairs. Even if they encountered something terrible, they would remain calm and would not want to get involved in any human karma.

Because they believe that they will repay all these karmic debts when they ascend to heaven.

Therefore, those so-called cultivators were unwilling to even come to the mortal realm once. However, he did not expect that this extremely young boy, who clearly had a bright future, would disregard these rules and actually dare to attack him!

What makes him so special...? Isn't he afraid that he might be the one to influence the fate of the Shang Kingdom, afraid that the fate of an entire nation might turn against him?!

Wei Tu watched Dugu Xun's roar in silence.

He said slowly.

"Is there anything else you want to say? I suggest you say something useful. I haven't done anything, I'm just returning what you did to others. And it's far from enough."

Dugu Xun's face was contorted, and he could barely stand. He rolled around in the pool of blood, writhing in agony.

"You...you...I am a general of the Great Shang Dynasty...I am a once-in-a-century military star...you cannot..."

Wei Tu shook his head.

"You overestimate yourself. The world keeps turning no matter who's gone. Without you, Dugu Xun, there will be Li Xun, Zhang Xun, and Wang Xun. A country's strength won't change drastically because of your life or death. Besides, I think your existence is a hidden danger to the Shang Kingdom, so it's better that you're dead. That statement is not accepted."

After saying that, Wei Tu stretched out his finger again and made a sweeping motion in the air.

"Gurgle..."

Then, Dugu Xun's right leg rolled out and separated directly from his body!

This scene caused the butler, with his pointed mouth and monkey-like face, to faint instantly.

The burly men gathered around looked as if they had seen a ghost.

They were already in a panic, running away desperately, unable to think straight about the boy. All they wanted was to run, to follow their most basic instincts and survive.

Having lost an arm and a leg in an instant, Dugu Xun had lost the ability to escape and struggle.

He feared the torment more than death.

The images of tormenting enemies and opponents in the past seemed to flood his mind at this moment, all of them turning into sharp knives pointed at him.

It even seems like I'm torturing myself!

Wei Tu smiled as he looked at Dugu Xun.

“I know you’re not afraid of death, you may have even thought about dying. But what you’re thinking about is… well, suicide? Or dying on the battlefield? Don’t worry, you don’t deserve that opportunity.”

Dugu Xun was covered in blood, almost turning himself into a blood-soaked figure.

He was panting, tears and snot almost uncontrollably flowing from his nose due to the pain.

He looked at Wei Tu.

"You...you can't kill me...you can't do this to me...I am...I am a general..."

It seems that he has a special obsession with this identity.