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Chen Xiaojun stood up.
He walked step by step toward Dou Jing, who was tightly bound in chains, eyes closed and panting as if he had accepted his fate.
The sound of his footsteps was clearly audible in the deathly silent cavern.
"Looks like, in the end, I still have to find the answer from you." Chen Xiaojun stopped in front of Dou Jing and looked down at him. "Let me see what exactly is going on between you and Barton."
As his words fell, Chen Xiaojun slowly raised his right hand. His five fingers spread open, turning blood-red as they hovered over Dou Jing's head.
In an instant, five streams of extremely condensed dark-red Blood Fiend Qi slithered out from his fingertips like spiritual snakes!
The Blood Fiend Qi carried a strange, ice-cold penetrating force as it drilled straight toward Dou Jing's seven orifices—eyes, ears, mouth, and nose!
"Urgh—!!!"
The instant those five streams of Blood Fiend Qi invaded him, Dou Jing's eyes flew open, his eyeballs nearly bulging out of their sockets.
His features twisted and trembled violently at an extremely unnatural angle. The skin of his entire face looked as if it were being savagely torn apart, appearing unbearably pained and hideous.
From his throat came a sound suppressed to the extreme, a hoarse rasp like a dying beast. Every muscle in his body stretched taut to the limit, and the chains were pulled until they let out an ear-piercing, deafening groan. Beads of sweat mixed with blood rolled down in streams.
It was as if five tubes had been inserted into his head and were constantly stirring violently.
Qin Luguang and Zhu Yanfeng both held their breath, their eyes grave. They had never seen Chen Xiaojun use such