Ashoka was ashen-faced and trembling all over. Suddenly, he felt a warm liquid flowing out between his legs.
This guy already knew he was scared out of his wits; the air was thick with the smell of urine. Han Xin frowned when he saw it.
"A king of a country, facing two soldiers, can be so frightened. What's the point of you surviving? Even if you do survive, you'll be nothing more than a maggot."
“A big rhubarb that’s like a pest control device has survived. What dignity does it have left? Drag it away and tie it up. Prepare to be executed by slow slicing.”
Upon hearing this, the two men grabbed Ashoka by the hair and dragged him outside.
Ah, the King of Desire had no idea what slow slicing was; he had never heard of such a punishment before. Soon, all the people in the city were gathered together, and the majority of them were women.
Only a handful of men remained, and these men now all served Han Xin's soldiers. This meant they could be killed at any time.
King Ashoka was bound hand and foot to a high platform, where everyone in the city could see him.
"Listen up, everyone! Your King Ashoka has committed an unforgivable crime. On the orders of our Lord Han, he will be executed by slow slicing."
The Chinese had no idea what slow slicing was; they all stared at Ashoka, wondering what punishment he would face. Soon, Ashoka was bound to a pillar, and everyone watched him intently. Before him, an executioner opened a large bundle containing several small razor blades.
When Ashoka saw the seven small blades, he became excited. He had originally thought that the other party had cut off his head with one stroke, or that he had been torn apart by several groups of Indian sacred oxen.
But in front of him were several small razor blades. These small razor blades were certainly not enough to kill anyone. If he were to rely on these small razor blades to kill someone, who knows how long it would take.
When Ashoka saw the star-shaped demon, he quickly smiled ingratiatingly.
"Gentlemen, if you could let me go, I would be so grateful."
"I never expected things to turn out this way. If you can spare my life, I will tell you the location of one of my treasures. Once you go there, my treasure will surely bring you a life of wealth and luxury that you can never enjoy in your entire life."
The reason Ashoka pleaded with him so earnestly was not because he was thinking of anything else, but because he wanted the other party to cut him less.
The executioners saw that Ashoka was still babbling on and on.
"You can actually laugh now? You really are the most stupid person we've ever met. Don't underestimate these little knives of mine. These little knives can cut your flesh off piece by piece. I bet you Indians have never eaten hot pot before."
"When I cut these pieces of flesh off your body one by one, you will know what unbearable pain is, you will know what it means to be unable to live or die."
Ashoka, of course, couldn't understand what the executioners were saying. Just then, one of the executioners picked up a large bowl of wine, gulped it down, and then sprayed the wine onto the small blades. Soon, at a command, two more soldiers came over and tore off all of Ashoka's clothes.
Many people at the scene were shocked when they saw this. They didn't know what was going to happen to Ashoka. When Ashoka saw that his clothes had been torn off, he felt a chill. He saw the other person walking towards him with a knife.
"Gentlemen, I only ask one thing of you: when you're cutting me, could you please cut less? Could you please not cut my genitals? I'm still a man, and I don't want to become your eunuch."
Auntie, the person who said this was trembling all over, his teeth chattering, his hands constantly tearing at the ropes, hoping to break free. However, he never expected the ropes to be so tightly bound; no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.
"Stop babbling on about these useless things. Let me tell you, you can't escape this time no matter what. We'll deal with you one by one. Do you think you can break free?"
“These knives of ours are vegetarian. Don’t underestimate our small size. Each cut can easily slice off your flesh, and by then you’ll be nothing but a skeleton.”
Seeing this, the Chinese saw the executioners approach King Ashoka with small razor blades, completely unaware of what those blades could do. As their knives sliced through my flesh, my screams echoed throughout the entire imperial city.
Only then did everyone realize the power of these little old men. Although these little old men weren't fatal, each cut could gently slice off a small piece of flesh from Ah Yun's body! The Jade Emperor gritted his teeth in pain, his bones trembling uncontrollably. He was practically grinding his teeth to pieces, and blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth.
It was only then that Ashoka realized that they intended to use that small knife to cut off pieces of his flesh one by one over several days, making his life a living hell.
When he first saw this little peach, he thought that the other party would cut it piece by piece, and after cutting it a few times, it would be over. In this way, he would still have a complete life.
But things didn't turn out the way he imagined. After praying, Ashoka was bleeding profusely, his body completely stained red with blood.
"Why are you so cruel? Can't you just give me a quick death? I don't want to die like this. Just give me a quick and painless stab and kill me."
No matter how Ashoka tried to negotiate, no matter how much he struggled, he was already firmly bound to the wooden stake. The more he struggled, the tighter the ropes binding his hands and body became. The Asas below, witnessing this, were utterly shocked. They never imagined such a terrifying punishment existed in the world. Given their current state, if they dared to resist, only death awaited them.
In the morning, Ashoka was slashed more than 100 times, and his body was covered in blood. The people below the stage turned pale when they saw this.
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