The sight within the stone hall was so harrowing that it made one's heart tremble. Seven or eight brawny, powerfully built men were tightly bound in iron chains. Not only had the tendons in their hands and feet been severed, but chains had even been threaded through their shoulder blades.
Li Qing saw at a glance that these men were all Martial Cultivators. Their bodies were formidable, and they had all practiced external martial arts, reaching the level of Internal Energy.
Every one of them was unyielding and unruly. Even after their wrists had repeatedly been cut open to drain blood and the tendons in their hands and feet severed, their brows still carried an air of defiance.
Blood stained the ground in patches. Even standing outside, Li Qing could clearly smell waves of pungent blood stench.
Several Black Feather People stood inside with their wings folded away. One of them wore a savage grin as he held a sharp short blade, preparing to cut open the wrist of a man whose wound had only just healed.
"Come on, shout a few more times. I heard your Qi and Blood martial path is tied to your emotions. The more impassioned and furious you are, the more vigorous your qi and blood become, and the more blood you can spill."
The weakened bald man struggled to raise his head. Having gathered his strength for some time, he spat directly at him.
"Pah! You mangy coward! If you hadn't laid an ambush in the city in secret, how could I have been abducted to this place by you? A bunch of things that cannot bear the light of day!"
The Black Feather Person, who had been smiling sinisterly, merely tilted his head slightly and avoided the spit. He said disdainfully,
"Heh, if