Ways to handle this little demon

Once He Jingyi's blood started permeating into his body, it was as if several insects and worms were there, devouring every part of his organs. Rumors had it that there's no other curse as brutal as black blood curse....turned out it really was true. But this demonic princess wanted him to cooperate with her? She wanted him to become her accomplice and betray his own sect? Well, it's indeed true that he was a spoiled brat and the despair of all his masters. But to betray his own sect? No way...he'd rather die than surviving as an accomplice of demons. 

" That's right. I have been unfortunately cursed. But what are you gonna do? I'm not doing as you wish."

"What?!

Well....there's no problem though. I'm pretty sure that you will wanna change your mind after tasting the torture of my curse."

Suddenly, Yang Zhiqiang felt like his whole body was going to explode in next to no time. Inside his body, his own blood was torturing himself. Yang Zhiqiang didn't even know how to describe the pain. It was really unbearable...so painful and brutal as if thousands of worms and insects were inside him, devouring every part of his body.

If it were others, they would have already screamed out aloud at the experience of such torture. But Yang Zhiqiang didn't. Biting his bottom lips, till it was bleeding, he made sure not to let out even a scream of pain in front of his enemy. But his whole body was already shuddering from the unbearable pain. His legs felt soft. And if it were not for the giant rocks restraining his lower body, Yang Zhiqiang would have long collapsed to the ground.

Seeing the young cultivator being all stubborn, the irritated He Jingyi used more force to torture him. And in the next second, Yang Zhiqiang vomited blood. But it was black.

Fuck....this young cultivator was so damn stubborn. If He Jingyi kept on using his power to torture this youth, Yang Zhiqiang was going to die sooner or later. Frustrated, He Jingyi stopped his actions for a moment. 

Huffing and puffing, Yang Zhiqiang laughed, seeing the frustrated expression of demonic princess in front of him. He Jingyi bit his bottom lip, looking at the young lad with some resentment. But knowing that proceeding to torture this young cultivator would only kill the other's life and ruin their plan, He Jingyi restrained himself. He Jingyi was feeling really frustrated when he felt a strong and warm hand reached out to hold him back by his waist. Glancing up, he saw the handsome crown prince who was looking back at him with a vague smile.

"Don't let yourself get frustrated for something trivial like this, my princess. Let me handle him for you."

Ming Zixin gently whispered those words into his ears. Somehow, He Jingyi who was in a bad mood just a second ago, now felt a lot better. Nodding his head, He Jingyi retreated, letting the prince deal with Yang Zhiqiang. 

" You're a righteous cultivator, aren't you? Traitor!"

Hearing the young cultivator saying such offensive words to Ming Zixin as soon as the prince walked closer to him, He Jingyi got irritated again.

" You!!!"

With his fist aiming at the youth's face, He Jingyi was about to punch Yang Zhiqiang really hard when Ming Zixin stopped him in time. Seeing the calm and relaxed crown prince shaking his head to him as though telling him to stop, the indignant He Jingyi had no choice but to swallow his anger down and snort with suppressed rage. 

What traitor? If it were not for schemes of their so-called righteous cultivators, Ming Zixin would not have lost his mom. This crown prince wouldn't have suffered like hell just to get recovered from his disintegrated core. He wouldn't have experienced any, any of such brutal things. All of this happened just because of such cultivators. Those oh-so righteous cultivators were the ones to be blamed. 

He Jingyi didn't even know why he was being this angered instead of Ming Zixin. Maybe it's because he personally witnessed all those things with both of his own eyes. Maybe it's because Ming Zixin was now his very best friend. He wasn't sure. The only thing He Jingyi knew right now was that he terribly needed something to vent his anger on.

Patting his princess in the head to calm her down, Ming Zixin said those intimidating words whilst looking straight into Yang Zhiqiang's eyes.

" Listen here, young lad. I don't give a shit about whatever you think of me. If you think every righteous cultivators in this realm has a pure heart, it only shows that you're an absolute idiot who doesn't know anything about the real world.

I see that you have such a strong heart. But what a shame. We don't have that much time to spare. Since you like playing this hero act so much, then I hope you'll also enjoy dying just like an idiotic hero. We have no more patience to persuade you anymore. You've just upset my princess and that's already an unforgivable crime, so...."

" Wait, if you kill him, what about...."

" It's okay. We will find some other solution for this."

If Ming Zixin used his sword to kill this youth, Yang Zhiqiang might recognize his identity right away from his legendary sword. Though Ming Zixin was out of patience and he really was planning to kill the young lad, if Yang Zhiqiang were to beg for forgiveness in the last second, the prince had intended on sparing him. After all, if he killed this young cultivator for real, both of he and his princess had to go through further unnecessary troubles. That's why even if he really was planning to kill the other, Ming Zixin couldn't let Yang Zhiqiang recognize him no matter what.

So how was he going to kill Yang Zhiqiang?....with his bare hand. This might sound a bit cruel. But Ming Zixin was seriously going to kill the other with his bare hand by breaking Yang Zhiqiang's neck. For a prince with powerful cultivation, to kill a young cultivator like Yang Zhiqiang with his bare hand was nothing but such a pretty easy job.

But it didn't seem like the youth was changing his mind anyway. Even when he was threatening like this, Yang Zhiqiang was still looking at him with those infuriated eyes....as if telling him to come and finish him right away as he wished but he was not going to betray his own sect or people.

Then, Ming Zixin also had no other choice but to grant Yang Zhiqiang his very own wish. With a sudden move, Ming Zixin instantly grabbed the young man's neck. The prince hadn't even used any force in his grip. But Yang Zhiqiang was already feeling suffocated.

"Farewell......"