"Since you've brought up dealing with the Dao Tribulation, I'd like to ask Sect Master Feng how exactly this Dao Tribulation came about, and how it appeared in my Fallen Sword Immortal Sect. And how did our sect's supreme treasure, the Fallen Sword Diagram, end up in your Divine Illusion Manor?" I asked with a cold laugh.
"I... I don't know!" Feng Shenhuan's face was deathly pale. After only his corporeal meridians remained, he had lost the air of looking down on all living beings that he once possessed. Now that I had bullied him for so long in the Water of Insubstantiality, he had long since reined in his temper.
"If you don't know, then it's simple. We in the Nine Heavens have nothing else in abundance, but we have plenty of bizarre spells. For example, among the Ghost Path arts, there are spells specifically meant for soul-searching and mind-reading. Does Sect Master Feng want to give one a try? It's just a pity that this kind of spell has some side effects. Those who undergo soul-searching are usually either crazy or stupid afterward. I'm rather hesitant myself." In truth, I had been itching to try it for a while. Feng Shenhuan definitely wouldn't tell the truth, so if I didn't torture him, who else would I torture?
The moment Feng Shenhuan heard that, his face turned green with fright, and he hurriedly said, "My father is Feng Supreme! If you treat me like this, he absolutely won't let you off!"
"Are you saying that if I let you go, you'll forgive me afterward, and we'll all shake hands, salute each other, and become good friends?" I said ominously. Then I flicked my finger. With a sharp hiss, the Nine Radiant Chain Stars severed a section of the meridians