The leader's eyes were once again devoured by despair, and at this moment he finally realized the true meaning of Xing Liu's previous words.

That was by no means merciful forgiveness, but a journey to hell that would make him experience endless suffering.

Every time his life withered and restarted, it ruthlessly tore his soul and body apart, pushing him into a deeper vortex of pain.

He shouted hoarsely: "No... spare me, please..."

However, his limbs seemed to be pierced by thousands of needles, and the severe pain deprived him of all the power to resist.

He could only lie on the ground helplessly like a lamb tied to a chopping board, letting the torrent of fear and pain rage in his heart.

In this boundless darkness, a familiar and horrifying pain swept over again, hitting the most vulnerable part of his heart.

In a trance, he seemed to catch a glimpse of the children who died unjustly because of him. Their innocent faces were twisted with resentment at this moment, and their tender voices echoed in his ears, with strange laughter, as if they were mocking his inescapable tragic fate.

These lingering illusions were intertwined with the cruel reality, and the leader's mind finally collapsed completely in this endless torture and fell into a deeper darkness.

However, that was just the beginning of endless suffering. The curse of reincarnation was like a thorn in the bone, constantly repeating itself on the leader, as if there would never be an end.

After countless life and death tortures, when the leader was resurrected again, his eyes had lost all vitality and became empty.

Even if the heart-wrenching pain came again, he could no longer react, as if his soul had been completely drained.

Xingliu stopped the torture with satisfaction.

For Chinatsu, Orochimaru and others, such interrogation methods were cruel, but not unacceptable.

After all, in the world of ninjas, in order to obtain information, sometimes some extreme measures need to be taken.

It's just that Xingliu's approach is more advanced and more frightening.

"Who did you sell all these children to?" Xingliu asked indifferently.

Although the leader was already emaciated, the fear of Xingliu in his heart was still with him.

After hearing the question, he almost subconsciously answered: "It was the people of Sakura Country who bought these children from us."

"Sakura Country?" Xingliu frowned slightly, "What did they buy these children for?"

But then he didn't care about it. For him, the purpose was not important, as long as he confirmed who it was.

With a simple action of Xingliu, the leader was swallowed by the flames again.

Unlike the previous painful struggle, this time there was a glimmer of relief in the eyes of the leader.

For him, this endless cycle and torture finally came to an end.

"Since you have been watching for so long, why not show up and see us?" Xing Liu suddenly said loudly after the leader turned into ashes. The crowd was not surprised by his words, as if they had expected this to happen. As soon as he finished speaking, a young Taoist in a Taoist robe walked out of the dark with a bitter smile on his face. He stepped forward, bowed and said, "Zhang Zhiwei from Longhu Mountain, I meet you all." Although there was a little helplessness in his tone, his behavior revealed his extraordinary bearing and cultivation. This time, Zhang Zhiwei originally went down the mountain with his master to the Lu family to attend the old man's 80th birthday celebration, but on the way he met many people who were anxiously looking for their children. After understanding what happened, he tracked all the way here, but unexpectedly witnessed Xing Liu's shocking operation. Although the spontaneous combustion technique is not uncommon, the scene of resurrection from the dead completely subverted Zhang Zhiwei's cognition. He was confident that he was invincible among the younger generation, but he was not arrogant.

The cultivation displayed by the man in front of him was far beyond his imagination.

Xing Liu looked at Zhang Zhiwei with interest.

As one of the two, he was very interested in the old Tianshi when he was young.

"Attack."

Zhang Zhiwei was obviously stunned when he heard these three words.

He raised his head in disbelief and looked into Xing Liu's eyes.

In his cognition, such a request came suddenly and was even a little unreasonable.

He thought he might have heard it wrong or misunderstood it.

So, he cautiously tried: "Senior, what do you mean just now...?"

Zhang Zhiwei was not a timid person, but at this moment he felt unprecedented pressure.

He knew that the senior in front of him was by no means an ordinary person, and his strength was beyond his imagination.

In his mind, he could have such a powerful ability.The man must be a senior who has experienced countless years.

In his opinion, the young face is just a manifestation of the art of maintaining youth, just like Zuo Ruotong, whom he knows well.

Xing Liu nodded, his tone was still calm: "Come over, let me see your strength."

Although his words were calm, Zhang Zhiwei keenly captured the meaning that could not be refuted.

Zhang Zhiwei naturally has his own pride.

Being asked like this, the Monkey King in his heart can no longer be suppressed.

So he grinned, revealing a bit of unyielding spirit: "Senior, I'm sorry for the offense."

After speaking, his body suddenly burst out with dazzling golden light, which quickly condensed into a substantial light.

Then, his figure was like lightning, rushing towards Xing Liu swiftly.

The distance between the two was fleeting, and Zhang Zhiwei had already come close to Xing Liu.

He threw a punch without hesitation, hitting Xing Liu's abdomen.

However, at the moment when his fist was about to reach the target, he noticed that Xing Liu did not move at all. His heart tightened and he subconsciously retracted some of his strength.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Zhang Zhiwei's fist hit Xing Liu's abdomen firmly.

But to his surprise, Xing Liu did not move at all, as if this punch was just a scratch for him.

"The speed is good, but the power is a little weak." Xing Liu commented calmly.

His words made Zhang Zhiwei come back to his senses instantly, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

He thought he had overestimated the strength of this senior as much as possible, but reality told him that he still underestimated Xing Liu's strength.

And the next moment, his heart was alarmed, and he jumped away without hesitation, keeping a safe distance from Xing Liu.

At the moment he jumped away, an invisible wind blade whistled and hit the place where he had just stood accurately.

Xing Liu looked at Zhang Zhiwei in surprise. Even an elite jonin in Naruto might not be able to dodge that attack.

And the young Zhang Zhiwei already has this ability, he is indeed worthy of being called an old master.

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