Third Young Master Feng snorted coldly and reached out to grab. Red dots appeared in the air. He flung his hand, and they scattered in every direction.
Immediately, heart-wrenching screams rang out. Lu Wuji, Ning Wanren, and Xue Kuangye had each been pinned to the ground by dozens of scarlet seven-inch nails, driven into vital points all over their bodies.
Dozens of nails pierced each man. They writhed violently like long worms skewered through, but couldn't pull free.
Their agonized howls shook the surrounding lands.
With their cultivation, the three would never have screamed like this unless they were suffering the torment of soul devouring.
A cold smile touched Third Young Master Feng's lips. Pointing at Xuanzang, whose golden body stood twelve feet tall, and Ka Shentong, who stood not far from him, he said, "Impressive. Truly impressive. You've held out in my hands until now, despite cultivating only in this lower realm. If you were in the Immortal Realm, who knows what heights you two might reach? Serve beneath me as slaves."
"What benefits come with slavery?"
Xuanzang was just about to answer when Ka Shentong spoke first.
Xuanzang immediately understood and closed his mouth.
The most urgent thing was to buy time. It couldn't be better if Ka Shentong could keep Third Young Master Feng talking.
Third Young Master Feng's eyes turned cold as he stared at Ka Shentong. "There isn't a hint of excitement in your voice. On the contrary, I hear the scent of a conspiracy. I honestly can't think of what other tricks you might have up your sleeve at this point."
Damn it, he saw through us.
Ka Shentong flung out a hand and stared at Xuanzang. "Looks like Heaven wants me dead. No way around it now. Remember to tell my son-in-law I