Clearly!
Qin Jishi's actions were no different from provoking the other party.
Creak!
The hand gripping the iron rod creaked, and Xing Hao narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them.
"Qin Jishi, I think you're the one who doesn't know whether you're dead or alive."
"Hmph!"
"You're still talking big when death is staring you in the face."
"Fine!"
"I'd like to see how long you can keep that stubborn mouth of yours shut."
"..."
As Xing Hao spoke, he swung the iron rod and smashed it down at Qin Jishi's head.
Bang!
Bang!
No matter how the iron rod struck Qin Jishi's head, he gritted his teeth and never made a sound.
"Hehe, you can endure quite well, can't you?"
"Fine!"
"I want to see just how long you can endure."
"..."
As Xing Hao spoke, he tossed the iron rod aside, then picked up a red-hot iron block from nearby and pressed it directly against Qin Jishi's chest.
Sizzle!
The sound of the iron block searing flesh rang out.
Mmph!
Qin Jishi's eyelids twitched, and the agonizing pain made even his soul tremble violently.
Even so, a pained sound still escaped Qin Jishi's mouth.
Though the sound was weak, Xing Hao heard it clearly.
"Hahahaha!"
"Qin Jishi... I thought your mouth was truly that tough. Looks like you're nothing more than this after all."
"Hmph!"
"Come!"
"Let's continue."
"..."
Now that Qin Jishi had finally fallen into his hands, how could Xing Hao possibly let him off so easily?
What a joke!
If he did not vent the fury in his heart properly, how could he face himself?
For a time, the entire dungeon was filled with the stench of blood.
It was not until the latter half of the night, after Xing Hao saw Qin