You Man believed his will was forged of steel—indestructible, unshakable, capable of enduring immense torment and pain. No matter how brutal Xiang Yang's punishments were, they should have been unable to make him submit.
Yet reality proved that he had still thought too simply. At the very least, Xiang Yang's methods exceeded his imagination.
Blood Point Vein Severing, combined with the thunderfire true qi of the Wedding Dress Divine Skill—the sensation was not mere pain, nor was it a sudden burst of agony. It was an unbroken, threadlike pain that stretched longer and longer the more it was pulled.
As the saying went, a long pain was worse than a short one. Right now, Xiang Yang's Wedding Dress True Qi allowed one to experience what true physical long-lasting pain was. Not a moment of rest for the entire body; even the soul seemed to suffer unimaginable punishment. You Man fainted several times, even lost control of his bowels and bladder, and his body reeked.
If You Man had been someone who would rather die than yield, he could have simply killed himself. But he was not. At least, judging by his lifelong pursuit of pleasure and lust for women, he was no unyielding man of iron.
As time passed, You Man could no longer endure it. Like a dead dog, he lolled out his tongue, his eyes bulged, cold sweat covered his face, and his lips had cracked as though he had not drunk water for many days.
He looked at Xiang Yang as though he were a demon wearing human skin. This was absolutely a ruthless man.
Of course Xiang Yang was ruthless. He might have been tolerant toward others, but he had not the slightest favorable impression of a traitorous lackey like You Man, who had betrayed his