Chapter 573

Keith hadn't even used his cultivation skills throughout the beating. He simply laid into Stanley, subjecting him to a relentless barrage of blows that left him writhing in agony. It was a thorough thrashing, but mostly skin-deep—Stanley was suffering but far from death. After a while, Stanley stopped making noise, lying on the ground in utter silence. He wasn't dead, just out of breath and out of strength to even scream or beg for mercy. Without the satisfying feedback of cries or groveling, Keith's interest quickly waned. Bored, he stopped mid-beating, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Egbert, this guy might actually be dead. Should we just toss him off a cliff and be done with it?" Keith muttered, panting slightly from exertion. The words sent a jolt of fear through Stanley, who had been playing dead. His eyes snapped open wide, and he fought through the searing pain, struggling to sit up. "No! I'm still alive!" he croaked desperately. Seeing Stanley spring to life, Keith's