The wooden stake that helped Wang Rui was very thick, and no matter how much he struggled, it did not budge.

Seeing Wang Rui's obese body, Jiang Yan revealed a smile of enjoyment, just like a foodie seeing a table full of delicious food.

"Two thousand cuts! I'm going to slice you two thousand times! I've never sliced ​​you for so long before! Today, the Holy Emperor has given the order, and I will carry it out!"

Wang Rui was so frightened that his face was contorted in shock.

Jiang Yan brandished his sharp knife, still slicing flesh from Wang Rui's body. His technique was extremely skilled; the knife lightly grazed the flesh, cutting off only a very thin slice. Once the slice was cut, he tossed it to a few dogs nearby, who immediately rushed over and fought over it.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Jiang Yan got into the zone, his technique becoming faster and faster. Wang Rui was sweating profusely from the pain, his body trembling incessantly. He even managed to loosen the thick wooden stakes he had broken free from. The Imperial Guards then brought over two more wooden stakes and bound him several more times.

The local people cheered loudly.

By noon, Jiang Yan was covered in sweat, but his technique was already very light. He had ripped Wang Rui's originally obese body into a bloody, mangled skinny man, with even his bones and internal organs exposed.

Wang Rui was not dead yet, but he had fainted several times from the pain. The Imperial Guards were giving him water, ice packs, and Five-Stone Powder. After fainting, Wang Rui would immediately wake up and enjoy the torture of being sliced.

Until finally being sliced ​​into a human-shaped skeleton, on the second thousandth cut, Jiang Yan plunged a knife into Wang Rui's heart, ending his life.

When news of Wang Rui's execution by a thousand cuts reached the Jin camp, Wanyan Zongwang's tent fell into a deathly silence.