In the dungeon of the underground palace…

Sitting on an armchair, Lucjan smoked his cigar while looking at James who was groaning in pain. He said nonchalantly, “James, my patience is limited. From now onwards, I will kill a martial artist here every ten minutes.”

Upon hearing this, James’ expression darkened.

He glared at Lucjan and said coldly, “I swear I’ll kill you if I ever have the chance.”

“What a shame that that day will never come.”

Lucjan smiled.

No one could escape from the Thousand-Machinery Formation.

He snapped his finger. Soon, a disciple of the Gu Sect walked over to him with a clock. Under Lucjan’s orders, the clock was placed right before James so that he could see the passage of time.

Tick tock… Tick tock… Tick tock…

The second hand moved.

Lucjan smiled, “James, the countdown has begun. Think about what I said carefully. Remember, a martial artist will die every ten minutes because of you.”

Wearing a grim expression, James took a deep breath. He