Han Qianqian did not respond, nor did he have time to do so. The intense pain only wanted to kill a person outright, regardless of anything else.
Han Qianqian’s only eyes, which were still intact, showed stubbornness and defiance, determined to fight to the end.
“Extreme pain is not just a matter of will, and it is even more impossible to resist it with a few mind tricks alone. If that were the case, what’s the point of practising the Dao in this world, just wait for which predecessors have left their masterpieces behind, won’t you?”
“Remember, how much you suffer, how long you will be able to laugh in the future.”
With those words, the old man’s form fiercely disappeared, leaving only Han Qianqian’s painful support under a screen full of gold.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe a few hours, maybe a few days, but when the golden light above his head began to fade away, when the tree branches finally stopped growing.
At this moment, Han Qianqian had long since been lying unmoving in mid-air.
His whole body was almost devoid of human form, with branches spreading out everywhere, almost turning him into a half-human, half-plant monster.
What little skin was left was also darkened by the golden light, making it impossible to see any of his previous appearance.
What was most annoying was that Han Qianqian seemed to have completely lost all movement, not moving at all, like a dead man.
The old man slightly appeared, then came to Han Qianqian’s side, slightly crouched down in front of him, and after a little closer inspection, he could not help but smile.
“Seven hours and all the time, it’s a bit interesting.”
“From the beginning to the end, the words of begging for mercy you are not saying half of them.”
“Han Qianqian, that’s quite hard.”
When the words were said, he rose with a flourish, then swept a glance at Han Qianqian on the ground, “Beg for mercy, and I can still save your life.”
“In fact, given your situation today, you should know a little better than anyone else that you don’t have much time left to live.”
Yes, how could Han Qianqian not understand that his current injuries were so serious that they could kill him at any moment?
It was just that, to ask Han Qianqian to bow down, there was absolutely no one else in this world other than Su Yingxia.
Especially at a time like this.
“Good, some righteousness taken will inevitably cost you your life, and since you are unwilling to do so, let’s end it here.”
With those words, he turned around and gave a cold disdainful laugh as he slowly walked towards the distance.
Step by step, watching from afar as the old man walked further and further away, Han Qianqian still hadn’t opened his mouth.
Raising his head, he glanced reluctantly at the sky. He did not regret his choice, but only regretted that he had to say goodbye to this world and to Su Yingxia in this way.
But there are some things that are hard to accept, but after accepting them, one can always be frank.
Gradually, Han Qianqian, who had reached the limit of his support a long time ago, finally closed his eyes quietly and finished his life.
His eyes were plunged into darkness, and he had no other senses.
This was the end of everything.
But suddenly, he felt something greeting his face, and immediately afterwards, a faint warmth flowed slowly from the face he was being touched.
He felt very comfortable and his consciousness seemed to begin to be able to focus, after which he tried to open his eyes.
As his eyes opened, the old man’s face slowly appeared in his field of vision.
“How’s that? I don’t think you can die yet, can you?” The old man chuckled softly.
“Didn’t you want me to die? And now you want to save me?” Han Qianqian looked at him and asked in disbelief.
The old man smiled faintly at his words, “Isn’t it an easy thing to want a person to die? For you, I would kill you as easily as squashing an ant.”
“Did you ever play with ants when you were a child?”
Hearing these words, Han Qianqian quickly understood what he was trying to do, and the little gratitude he had for saving himself was instantly reduced to nothing.
He wasn’t saving himself out of the goodness of his heart at all, he was just playing with ants like some people did when they were kids, he could easily take their lives, but that would be so meaningless.
He would have to play with it thoroughly enough and get bored with it before he finally killed it in a boring way, just as he had killed himself.
So where’s the good sense in that?!
“I’ve pumped some energy into your body and will also give you ten minutes of recovery time, which is basically particularly good for your recovery. However, you know what it will mean after that.”
With those words, he got up, looked at Han Qianqian with a disdainful smile, patted his face and said, “And I’m always welcome to beg for your life.”