He could accept a final death, but this kind of torture that was worse than life was simply unbearable for him!
"Tell me, was it arranged by you?"
Lu Feng's eyes were cold and he asked again.
"Humph! So what?"
Lin Qianjue took a deep breath and then replied with a cold snort.
"I'm telling you, it was my intention to deal with you."
"I heard that when you were fighting, there was a female warrior in the life and death arena. She died because of you, right?"
When Lin Qianjue said this, Lu Feng's facial muscles beat twice uncontrollably.
Of course he remembered that when he was in the Western Region warrior circle, Lu Feng represented Li Hao's warrior sect and fought against other warrior sects.
In fact, those warrior sects had the courage to fight Lu Feng because they joined forces with the Japanese warriors.
At that time, Lu Feng's strength was not as strong as it is now, so he was quickly defeated by the opponent's sect leader.
The opponent even tried to kill Lu Feng with a fatal punch.
But at this time, a female disciple from Li Hao's sect stepped forward regardless of her own safety and helped Lu Feng block such an attack.
Lu Feng is safe and sound.
But the female warrior died on the spot and never woke up.
That incident was a hurdle that could never be overcome for Lu Feng.
Lu Feng's daughter Lu Yao was named after that female warrior to commemorate her.
At this time, Lin Qianjue mentioned this matter again, causing anger to instantly rise in Lu Feng's mind.
After all, Lin Qianjue was the culprit in all of this.
If he hadn't told his men to target Lu Feng, there wouldn't have been that battle.
And if there hadn't been that battle, the female warrior wouldn't have died.
Unfortunately, there is no if in this world, and there is no possibility of a do-over.
Lu Feng couldn't do anything. The only thing he could do was to kill Lin Qianjue and avenge his lost friends.
"hehe."
Seeing the drastic change in Lu Feng's expression, Lin Qianjue let out a sneer.
"You want to deliberately provoke me and then let me give you a happy death, right?"
"Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily."
Lin Qianjue gritted his teeth when he heard this. He didn't expect Lu Feng to guess his thoughts so quickly.
He really wanted to use this method just now to deliberately anger Lu Feng.
After all, it would be better to die happily than to be tortured to death.
But Lu Feng just wouldn't let her get what she wanted.
In fact, death is not terrible, it just happens in a moment.
But the process of waiting for death must be frightening.
Just like those prisoners in ancient times who were about to be beheaded, the moment the executioner swung his knife to behead them, it didn't matter.
But the time it takes for the executioner to raise the knife into the air can scare a person to death.
At this time, Lu Feng was obviously deliberately trying to let Lin Qianjue experience this feeling.
Experience the fear and helplessness before this kind of death.
After all, the hatred between Lu Feng and Lin Qianjue has accumulated too much.
If Lu Feng fell into Lin Qianjue's hands, Lin Qianjue would definitely not let Lu Feng die easily.
So now that Lin Qianjue fell into Lu Feng's hands, he would never give Lin Qianjue a happy death.
"I'll give you two choices."
"Kill me now or let me go."
Lin Qianjue narrowed her eyes slightly, gritted her teeth and said something.
However, his words sounded very ridiculous to Lu Feng.
At this time, Lu Feng was the winner, and Lin Qianjue's life and death was in Lu Feng's hands.
How could Lin Qianjue be qualified? What choice would she make?
"How can you make a choice?"
Lu Feng threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, then picked up a wooden thorn nearby, aimed at Lin Qianjue's thigh and stabbed it hard.
"This time, we will recover the blood debts of the two thousand members of the Rain League."
The sharp wooden thorn, which was more than ten centimeters long, pierced directly into Lin Qianjue's thigh.
How painful would this approach be?
Think about normal times, if you get a small prick on your hand, the pain will be unbearable.
At this time, the sharp wooden thorn in Lu Feng's hand was like a wooden sharp knife.
The pain caused by piercing into the flesh will definitely be unbearable.
Lin Qianjue's already injured body now had a few more wounds, which made him suffer even more unbearably and he gritted his teeth.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Feng slowly reached out and pulled out the wooden thorn.
The wooden thorns with burrs were slowly pulled out from the flesh and blood, and the pain was simply unimaginable.
No matter how much Lin Qianjue could bear it, she couldn't help but scream.
"Then, calculate the blood debt of my Yunlan Mountain warriors."
Lu Feng's words sounded, and the bloody wooden thorn in his hand poked out again.