Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 580 - 579: Brothers Lend a Hand

Chapter 580: Chapter 579: Brothers Lend a Hand

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Above the execution ground, there was dead silence.

Those who had originally wanted to shout for the sweat-drenched man to be brought back all shut their mouths.

People could only watch the man in grief and anger as he step by step approached the brazier, feeling as if their hearts were about to leap from their throats!

That was a brazier, made of fire copper!

This was sheer torture!

Perhaps, some people from Earth might be aware of such cruel punishments, but in the Upper Realm Plane, such brutality in punishment was rare; perhaps today was the first time for Gu Country in hundreds of years!

Watching the copper pillar glowing red-hot, many people felt as though they were biting their teeth to pieces.

Meanwhile, in the stands, Prince Tito held fine wine in his right hand, wrapped his left arm around a beauty, groping her wantonly, eliciting continuous gasps from the woman.

And Prince Tito only watched the edge of the execution ground, the barrier where the brazier and fire copper were, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his face full of disdain.

"Get on with it, what are you dawdling for? Weren’t you acting tough just now? Today, this prince wants to see just how tough you really are!"

Prince Tito sneered disdainfully, shouting out.

His voice echoed across the whole execution ground, and below, the thousands of Earthling slaves each felt a furious anger but dared not speak out, while the man standing before the brazier finally showed an expression.

Large beads of sweat slid down from his forehead, the roaring flames within the brazier searing his entire body. The fiery red copper pillar alone was enough to strike fear into anyone’s heart, leaving their feet cold.

To go on?

Or not to go on?

Under the watchful eyes of countless onlookers, the man stepped forward, taking just a tiny step.

Rage burned in many people’s eyes while many others closed their eyes, unable to bear to watch any longer.

Prince Tito wore a frigid smile on his face; he snorted coldly through his nose, took a small sip of his fine wine, showing some impatience: "Well? Get up there already, what’s with the dawdling? Scared?!"

"I’ll tell you Earthlings, if you’re scared, then don’t damn well try to act tough in front of this prince! What are you pretending for?! Still want to eat? Not working but want to eat? Do you think you’re still living in the past?"

Prince Tito burst into laughter: "Strike? Cause trouble? Clarify your status! You are but slaves! Slaves that cannot be exterminated!!"

Repeated sneers escaped Prince Tito, his gaze once more turning cruel, as he urged the man in front of the brazier: "If you’ve got the guts, hurry up and get on, otherwise, my guards will throw you up there, and you’ll have even lost your last bit of backbone. This prince looks down on those without backbone, after you die, your body will be fed to the dogs."

"Ah!!!!!!"

Just as Prince Tito’s words ended, the man’s fist clenched, and he suddenly let out a long howl.

He lifted his head, looking at Prince Tito in the stands, gnashed his teeth, and roared in anger: "Tito! I’m telling you, Earthlings cannot be exterminated! Even if you kill one of me today, there will be thousands upon thousands more like me who will rise!!"

"Is that so?"

Prince Tito sneered, his disdain growing more profound, and with a playful smirk in his eyes, he stood up very smugly, holding his wine cup, and shouted loud enough for every slave in the execution ground to hear: "Who else??"

His voice echoed in the square, lingering for a long time.

Yet above the square, there was still dead silence.

After a little while, Prince Tito laughed: "Look, no takers, huh? And I thought you were tough. Another one like you gone, and millions more, but now, not even a fly in sight."

His voice carried endless contempt.

Almost all of the slaves clenched their fists tightly.

Each minute and each second passed like years and months.

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Prince Tito came leisurely, he wrapped his arms around the beauty and even nibbled on her face, chuckling, "Look, no one’s here; you should hurry up there, don’t delay the show I’m enjoying."

"Who says there’s no one!"

Just as Prince Tito finished his words, among the thousand-plus slaves in the execution ground, someone roared angrily.

"Who?" Prince Tito laughed, very pleased with himself, his expression as if he was playing a game—a game he ruled: "If there’s someone, then come out, join him on the fire copper pillar."

"Tito! One day, we Earthlings will claim back what you owe!"

Among the slaves, a burly man suddenly stood up and strode forward, standing tall next to the man who had spoken earlier, looking up at Prince Tito with anger in his eyes.

"Ha ha, is that so?" Prince Tito laughed, "Then you Earthlings had better fight back. For every one of you who resists, I will kill one! Here, I have ten thousand methods to play with you all!"

Prince Tito seemed unsatiated, and after speaking, he turned his gaze back to the crowd of slaves: "Any more? Anyone else want to revolt? Anyone else brave enough and armed? If so, stand out now, join them."

There was silence after Prince Tito’s words.

No one dared to speak again, no one even dared to move.

"Since there’s no one, then let’s have these brave two perform. Now, your show begins," Prince Tito chuckled, his gaze turning to the two men in front of the fire basin.

"Hmph!"

In front of the fire basin, the burly man who spoke later snorted coldly, stepping forward. He turned back to look at the one who came first, "Dongzi, lend me a hand! My cultivation is sealed, I can’t get on this copper pillar. Help me get up! We Earthlings can’t let these half-beasts see through us!"

With that, the man pointed to the open space in front of him, his face resolute.

"Alright!"

Finally, the first large man roared, stepped forward, crossed his hands to form a step for the other man, and with a glowing look in his eyes, he said, "Brother, after you get up, help pull me up too!"

"Alright!"

The large man bellowed, stepping onto Dongzi’s hands, and then, with a heave from Dongzi, the man was lifted upward.

Using the momentum, the large man leaped onto the copper pillar.

"Sizzle!!!"

The slaves were without shoes, so the large man’s bare feet just touched the copper pillar, immediately eliciting a searing sound from the heat.

Just like roasting meat, a strange smell followed soon after.

But the large man’s expression did not change, he clenched his teeth and persisted, firmly standing on the copper pillar, without jumping off or screaming.

Quiet encompassed the execution ground, with the majority of the slaves no longer daring to watch.

But below the pillar, Dongzi was looking up, raising his hand, and shouted through clenched teeth, "Brother, pull me up!"

"Alright!"

On the copper pillar, the large man gritted his teeth, enduring the unbearable pain, and bent down. Dongzi leaped, caught by the large man, who pulled him up.

Next, both men stood steadily on the copper pillar.

"Hmm, interesting."

Prince Tito watched the whole process, a brutal smile appearing on his face: "Come on, increase the fire."

Before long, the flames in the fire basin surged fiercely.

The fire was not ordinary; blazing in waves, it was impossible for anyone to stand on the copper pillar.

In less than a minute, the smell of charred flesh already spread throughout the execution ground, it was clear to see the feet of the two men on the copper pillar had turned black, even catching fire!