At that moment, Si Hong Qingyan decided she would torture Pei Ling to death by the cruelest means. She would make him struggle in fear, then give him hope—only to make him die in despair...
The Sacred Sect had deep foundations and ten thousand years of accumulated wealth. Its punishments were too numerous to count, with no shortage of methods to make a person beg for death and be denied it. Every one of them would be used on Pei Ling.
She would make the entire world know what happened to those who offended her!
Even if Pei Ling was a Prodigy raised by the Jiu A Li Clan, he would be no exception!
First, she would use soul-pinning nails to nail down his limbs; then, she would use a bamboo skimmer to scrape the flesh from his body, bit by bit; after that would come branding, nail boards, boiling oil...
While she tortured Pei Ling's body, she would spare his soul no mercy, either!
Although the Si Hong Clan was not as skilled in Soul Dao as the Li Clan, with Si Hong Qingyan's status, it would not be difficult for her to look through Soul Dao punishments. She would make Pei Ling regret provoking her for all eternity!
As she thought about it, fury surged in her heart. When Pei Ling saw her, he had not been afraid in the slightest. His words, manner, and attitude had all been remarkably calm, as if everything that had happened before were no more than a trivial matter, long since cast from his mind...
The more Si Hong Qingyan thought about it, the angrier she became. Her gaze at Pei Ling grew ever more bone-chilling.
She was dressed in splendid robes, her cloudlike hair adorned with countless Hair Ornaments that only