It was probably a bit of an exaggeration to say that Wang Zhice needed only one finger to crush Tang Thirty-Six to death like he was an ant.
But if he used two fingers, he was completely capable of easily killing Tang Thirty-Six.
The gap in strength between the two was just this massive.
Tang Thirty-Six could not possibly threaten Wang Zhice, and even seeking death in front of Wang Zhice was no easy matter.
The Wenshui Sword was caught in two of Wang Zhice's fingers, so firmly held that it could not proceed another inch.
For a tragic suicide to suddenly become this was inevitably rather awkward.
Tang Thirty-Six seemed unperturbed, even raising his brow.
By raising his brow, he was issuing a challenge.
His meaning was crystal-clear.
If he sincerely wanted to die, he had many methods. Cutting his throat with a sword was undoubtedly the method with the lowest chance of success.
