บท 1900: Tyrant or God

"You're wrong. We're not cockroaches... We are a wildfire that burns in the crystal veins buried deep underground."

Under the pressure of Meng Chao's power, the bones in Gu Shaoyu's body made cracking sounds, and blood kept seeping out of his seven orifices and pores. His face was extremely pale, but his smile grew even brighter. There was a sense of joy in his voice when he said, "Even if you, a tyrant butcher, brandish the Grim Reaper's scythe and kill many of us, your endless blood will never extinguish our never-ending fire!"

"Shaoyu, you disappoint me!"

Gu Shaoyu's smile finally sparked Meng Chao's anger a little. 

With a crack, the joints in Gu Shaoyu's hands and feet were broken. His four limbs were then bent in opposite directions in an unnatural manner.

He twitched in pain and arched his body like a cooked shrimp.

Yet, he sealed his lips tightly and did not let out a single scream.