CHAPTER 83: TANG CLAN.4

T.P.P

Slowly the Left guardian rises out of the rubbles groaning in pain.

He comes out just to see the Founding Patriarch standing over him saying;

"Found you."

He tries to scurry away but the Founding Patriarch grabs him by the hair and pulls him out of the rubbles.

He throws him out unto the ground.

The Left Guardian began crawling backwards away from the Founding Patriarch who was now walking towards him with his head down.

As he moved he saw the Grand Elder who had been killed in such a gruesome way.

He was enveloped with fear.

"W...wait.

It was the Sect Master’s idea.

He was the one interested in your wife.

I didn’t do anything I swear." The Left guardian began blabbing.

The Founding Patriarch was not moved.

He continued walking towards the left guardian with his head still down.

The Left Guardian noticing nothing was getting to him began blabbing out more information;

"O..ok

We all did it.

But it was the Sect Master that convinced us to.

And he was the one who had her first.

I was even the one who went last while they held her down for me.

Please, spare me... Please.

The drug we used to weaken her was also gotten by the Sect Master.

All I did was comply to my brothers wishes.

Please...

I... I can give you anything you want... money? I have enough...

I can raise your name high if you want... Ask anything, anything I’ll give it to you."

"Really?

Can you really give me whatever I want?" The Founding Patriarch asks.

"Y...yess, of course... I...is it women you want? Of course, we are all guys, aren’t we?

We always need women to play around with.

You probably kept that one because she was your favorite right?

Is that why you are angry?

Do not worry... I promise to get you several who are more exquisite that her... just give me two days." The Left guardian replies.

The Founding Patriarch hearing this was highly irritated.

"Yes, indeed right now I need a woman, a particular woman, Rohli Von Bastin, My wife...

Can you bring her back?" The Founding Patriarch asks as he raises his head to look at the left guardian.

Raising up his head we see tears stream down his eyes.

"I...I..." The Left guardian didn’t know what to say.

Before he could think of what to say the Founding Patriarch dashes at him and in an instant his left arm was ripped out off his body.

"Arrggghh" The Left guardian screams in pain.

"W...wait please... I..." The Founding Patriarch dashes at him kicking him in the face.

He knocks out a few teeth.

He grabs the hair of the left guardian pulling him up.

He grabs the left ear of the left guardian and rips it out.

The left guardian screams in pain as he tries to resist.

He swung his legs violently and when the Founding Patriarch got tired of his tantrums he kicks him in his lower spine.

Not too hard but not soft at all.

The left guardian screams in pain.

Suddenly the left guardian couldn’t move his legs anymore.

He could feel them but he could not move them.

"Wha... what did you..." The Left guardian tried speaking but was thrown up and kicked down to the ground hard by the Founding Patriarch.

"Ugghh." The Left guardian groans in pain.

The Founding Patriarch places his left leg on the left guardians right leg.

Slowly he applied pressure until he broke the bone and squashed the muscles, nerves and blood vessels there.

It was really agonizing as the left guardian screamed out loud until nothing could be heard leaving his mouth anymore.

Tears poured out his eyes and snot out his nose.

With his mouth wide open as if screaming but nothing could be heard his eyes slowly began to close and he passed out from the pain.

"Huh? that’s it?...

Boring..." The Founding Patriarch says as he walks up to the left guardian’s head and kicks it hard out of his neck as if kicking away a ball.

His head flies off and lands just in front of the right guardian who was sneaking away.

"C’mon, where do you think you are going?

The fun has just begun." The Founding Patriarch says with a creepy smile to the right guardian.

"Pl...pl..." The right guardian tried to beg but before he could fully speak he was grabbed by the Founding Patriarch by his mouth.

He muffled out words that could not be understood.

"If the lower jaw is hit at the right angle and with the right power a grown man could easily be knocked out by a teenager.

But what if the lower jaw is ripped out?

Well, I guess we would find that out now.

Thank you for donating your body to the further study of Medicine." The Founding Patriarch says with a smile.

He grabs the right guardian by the neck with the other hand and with the hand over the right Guardian mouth he tries to rip out the lower jaw from its joints with the cranium.

But he applied too much force thereby crushing the lower jaw rather than ripping it out.

The right guardian made loud weird sounds as if screaming out in pain.

"Ohhh, that experiment was a failure.

Sorry about that.

I’ve never made such a mistake in all my years as a doctor.

I’ll be careful next time.

Well than why don’t we..." The Founding Patriarch says as he sinks his hand into the shoulder of the right guardian just above the left clavicle.

The right guardian makes sounds from his mouth as if trying to speak to the Founding Patriarch but he couldn’t really speak at that point.

"ease...ait...aun..." He said.

The Founding Patriarch makes a smile to him and then pulls out the clavicle.

It was extremely painful from the way the right guardian was making noise and scrambling.

Slowly he made his way down breaking each rib until the last.

He took his time.

A very patient man if you ask me.

A good quality of a doctor.

After breaking all ribs at the left side of the right guardian he grabs his right lungs and pulls it out while also squeezing it.

He pulls it out snapping it of the left bronchi.

He drops the right guardian who now has tears rolling down his eyes on the ground.

He holds the lung in his hand.

He walks and places his hand on the head of the right guardian.

He squashes it and then throws away the lung.

"You may come out now....

It’s your turn..." He says as he looks back at a pile of rubble.