"I know, I know, Your Highness, I know!"
Many martial arts figures in the water dungeon spoke up, claiming to know the secret to immortality.
"Think carefully before you speak. If you spout nonsense, you'll be treated like Master Yuanzhen."
Looking at these people, Li Chang'an naturally couldn't believe that so many people knew the secret of immortality.
Sure enough, after he said that, the water dungeon became much quieter. They looked at Master Yuanzhen tied to the wooden stake and couldn't help but shiver.
When Chen Da tortured Yuanzhen, it was in front of them. Thinking about what Yuanzhen had been through these past few days, they felt that staying in the water dungeon was actually quite good.
In the silence, a plump, white hand was raised: "Your Highness, I may know a little bit, but I can't be sure if it's true or not. Would you like to listen?"
Li Chang'an looked in the direction of the sound and saw two familiar faces, Guangliang and Biqing, whom he had met at Fenghe Tower that day.
The two uncle and nephew looked rather disheveled, especially Guangliang, who had been quite plump before but had now lost a lot of weight.
"Okay, then come up here."
Li Chang'an waved his hand, signaling Chen Da to open the cage and release him.
Chen Da led Zhang Zhiwei across the water prison. When the prisoners inside saw them coming, they all hid as if they had seen a ghost, and some of their bodies even trembled uncontrollably.
Seeing this, Zhang Xianzong turned to Zhang Sanfeng and said, "What have you two done in Jiangnan? Why are these people so afraid of your disciple?"
“Zhang Shengren, why don’t you open your dog eyes and take a good look? Are these people afraid of my disciple or that General Chen?”
Zhang Sanfeng took a sip of wine and spoke sarcastically.
"Ah, this shouldn't be the case. No matter how bad their martial arts are, they are all at least grandmasters. How could they be afraid of someone who is not even a mediocre person?"
Zhang Xianzong was somewhat doubtful, but the facts soon proved him wrong.
As soon as Chen Da opened the water dungeon, Guangliang and Biqing immediately hugged each other, their bodies trembling like they were having epilepsy. The other people imprisoned together also tried their best to hide to the side.
"come out!"
Chen Da's face was as cold as ice. His two simple words made the prisoners in the water dungeon tremble with fear, and they all turned their heads away, not daring to look him in the eye.
Guangliang said in a tearful voice, "I'm coming right up, I'm coming right up, please don't be angry, sir."
As he spoke, he carefully climbed out, glancing at Chen Da every now and then, looking like a mouse seeing a cat.
After he came up, he kept a distance from Chen Da and stood close to Zhang Zhiwei, as if he could only find a sense of security by being close to this Wudang Mountain sect leader.
Zhang Xianzong looked at this scene in disbelief. Zhang Sanfeng noticed his confusion and explained, "Do you know why these people are afraid of our General Chen?"
"Why?"
"Because my apprentice and I, together, have killed fewer martial arts practitioners than this General Chen."
How many people did he kill?
"One thousand four hundred and seventy-two people."
"Hiss~" Zhang Xianzong gasped, his tone incredulous: "So many?"
"These were killed yesterday. The day before yesterday, it was 2,743. The day before that, it was 3,852..."
Zhang Sanfeng calmly recited a series of numbers, each one counted by him. He had been squatting nearby eating while Chen Da was slaughtering those martial arts figures.
Every time he witnessed such a cruel scene, he would eat two extra large bowls of food.
Li Chang'an's current source of entertainment is watching Wu Cheng wolf down his food, while his own entertainment is watching Chen Da's trial and slaughter of those martial arts practitioners.
Zhang Xianzong was stunned when he heard the numbers from Chen Da. After a while, he looked at Chen Da and slowly spoke.
"What a killing machine! He's killed so many people. No wonder these people are so afraid of him."
Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said, "If you saw how General Chen brutally killed those martial arts practitioners, you would be afraid too."
"After witnessing General Chen's methods of execution, I realized that punishments like being sliced to death or slowly tortured to death are nothing compared to what he did. Those other punishments were truly worse than death. Even I found them somewhat cruel."
Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but feel a chill when he thought of Chen Da's methods: "Anyway, ever since the earth dragon turned over, the prince ordered me and my disciple to follow this General Chen and roam the martial arts world. Every day, no fewer than a thousand martial arts people were brutally killed by him."
"I've lost count of how many people General Chen has killed with a single blow. I estimate that by now, General Chen has at least 50,000 lives on his hands."
"So these people in the martial arts world, watching General Chen slaughter those around them every day, it's hard for them not to be afraid."
Zhang Xianzong remained silent upon hearing this.
The number of people he killed in the past four hundred years is less than the number of people Chen Dayi killed in a single day.
Looking at Chen Dahu's swaggering gait, he remarked, "With such heavy sins of killing, he will surely go to hell after death."
Zhang Sanfeng chuckled upon hearing this: "What you're saying is exactly the same as what those who died at General Chen's hands said."
"However, General Chen didn't care. He said that even if he had to go to the eighteenth level of hell, even if he couldn't be reincarnated after death, he would still avenge the blood feud for the people of Jiangnan."
When Zhang Sanfeng said this, his tone was somewhat admiring.
Li Chang'an overheard their conversation. When Chen Da arrived, he looked at the man under his command, known as the God of Slaughter, and said with a smile, "Chen Da, invite Xiong Er and Zhang San to my place for drinks tonight. It's been a long time since I've had a drink with you guys."
Upon hearing this, Chen Da immediately laughed: "Yes, Your Highness."
After saying that, he stood behind Li Chang'an, looking coldly at the martial arts figures in the water dungeon, thinking to himself that he would pick out a few more later.
Guangliang stood trembling to the side, shaking with fear. He had always been terrified of the man in front of him who was called a disciple of a deity.
Having experienced so much, he is even more fearful now.
He used to think that Li Chang'an's title of "Flesh and Blood Butcher" sounded somewhat like that of a member of a demonic cult.
Now he felt that there was no such thing as a wrong title, only a wrong name. The person who could make that god of death stand obediently behind him deserved the title of Bloodhand Butcher.
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