CHAPTER 85: TANG CLAN.6

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In a scene where a body who’s skin has been burnt away and head crushed layed on the ground.

A scene where the head of a male lies a few meters from its body which was missing an arm and had a crushed leg.

In a scene where a body laid with a crushed head and an opened up left thorax, the screams of the Sect Master in pain is heard loud for about twenty minutes.

Gradually his screams tune down as he breathes heavily.

"Well, have you calmed down a bit?" The Founding Patriarch asks the Sect Master who lays down in tears and snot.

"Pl...please... no more... please.." The Sect Master begs the Founding Patriarch who squats next to him.

He had no more energy left in him as his voice was very low.

"She probably also begged for you not to do what you did." The Founding Patriarch responds.

"... Please..." The Sect Master pleads.

"You know, in all my years as doctor, wandering around, I’ve heard a lot of things.

One of those things is that, some guys enjoy their ladies playing with their testicles with either their hands or mouth.

I may not be able to use my mouth but, with my skilled hands as a surgeon, I can promise you it would be and unforgettable experience." The Founding Patriarch says with a smile on his face as he make his way down with his right hand to the testicles of the Sect Master.

"...Ple...ase...noo..." The Sect Master pleads.

"Hmmm, big balls, that’s probably why you had the guts to commit such attrocities." The Founding Patriarch says to the Sect Master.

With his thumb, index and middle finger, he grabs one testicle.

"N..no" The Sect Master utters.

With gradual pressure he presses the testicles.

The Sect Master grinds his teeth in pain and then...

A plop sound is heard.

The Founding Patriarch burst the testicle.

The Sect Master’s eyes rolled backwards as they turn white.

His mouth wide open but no sound was coming out.

Tears rolling down his eyes, saliva pouring out his mouth and snot out his nose.

His veins became very visible as his whole body kept shaking from the pain.

He suffered in excruciating pain for about fifteen minutes.

After it seemed like the Sect Master had began calming down the Patriarch injected a little Ki into him.

"This would be poisonous to you but at least it would energize you a little to enjoy the next meal." The Founding Patriarch says.

The Founding Patriarch with his right palm smashes the second testicle against the perineum of the Sect Master and then pulls out the whole scrotum with the smashed testicles.

The Sect Master immediately began foaming in the mouth.

He couldn’t take it anymore...

His Nervous system attempted to shut his heart down so he could die and get away from the suffering but the Founding Patriarch intercepts the signals being sent to the nerves with an little wave of energy thereby preventing that from happening.

The Sect Master’s body shakes in pain as his eyes remain white.

After about another fifteen minutes of the pain the Founding Patriarch rises up and places his feet on the chest of the Sect Master.

Looking into the constricted eye of the Sect Master he says;

"I hope you continue your suffering in hell."

He presses down and crushes the rip cage and heart of the Sect Master.

Finally, he had killed him.

The Founding Patriarch heaves a sigh as he looks up into the bright sky.

"Nothing has changed, she didn’t come back.

This anger, this sorrow, none of it has gone away.

Ohhh, my beautiful wife..." The Founding Patriarch began sobbing silently.

He cleans his tears and heaves a long sigh.

Silently he began walking out of the land of the Sect.

He picks up a raggedy robe which hung on a broken pole.

He wears it and makes his way down the mountain.

He left a Prestigious sect which stood on par with the Nine Pristine Schools with nothing but rubble, the wind and dead bodies.

By the early evening he had made it to his shack, well he could no longer call it home since his wife was no longer here to make it so.

First, he went in and tidied up the place.

He cleaned it but never stepped into it again.

He stepped out and sat under the tree where his wife was buried and mourned her.

A few days later people from some of the Nine Sects traced him back to his shack.

They attempted to apprehend him with force but they were easily disposed of.

He ate nothing, he said nothing but sat under the tree staring at the grave of his wife.

More came and he disposed of them again.

They came three more times and each time he got up and disposed of them.

They all died from his poison and then got thrown far from his shack.

All that came were Martial Masters and below.

When they realized there was nothing they could do they met with the Emperor to lend assistance.

Normally the Imperials do not interfere in the Murim and the Murim does not mess with the Imperials, but they had no other options.

The Emperor seeked out his previous generals who now formed the Four Great Families.

They answered him and early one morning they went to seek out this monster who lived in a shack.

As they approached the shack, nine hundred meters, 900m away from the shack there was not a single living thing alive.

No grass, no animal, no insect.

The Namgoong Founding Patriarch leading the way, they carefully approached him.

They were all elderly men, all above sixty but looked in their fourties.

They were all at the peak of the Martial GrandMaster realm, all except the Founding Patriarch of the Jeagal who had just entered the Grand Master Realm.

"Hmmm, you guys, you are different from the others who came earlier, you do not seem to have ill intentions." The Founding Patriarch who sat lean under the tree says.

"May I please speak with you?" The Namgoong Founding Patriarch says to the Tang Founding Patriarch.

The Tang Founding Patriarch doesn’t reply.

Slowly and carefully the four of them walk to his front and see him seating staring at what seemed to be a grave.

He looked malnourished.

"We are really sorry for your loss." The Founding Patriarch of the Jeagal says with a bow of the head after seeing the grave.

The others follow along.

The Founding Patriarch of the Tang doesn’t reply.

"Umm, sorry for intruding but if you could be so kind enough to let us know what happened, we would be honored." The Founding Patriarch of the Jeagal says.

The Founding Patriarch of the Tang does not reply and remains silent.

They waited.

They stood there, patiently waiting for a response.

They stood for fifteen hours and night had come.

Finally the Founding Patriarch of the Tang opens up.

He told them his story as they all sit on the floor to listen.

He told them everything.

They felt shocked that he alone completely wiped out an entire sect but they also felt sorry for him.