Heaven Dou City, Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, Heavenly Prison—
To prevent Dai Mubai from biting his tongue and killing himself, Prince Xue Xing had specifically fitted him with a mouth gag.
A branding iron heated red-hot hissed as a prison guard viciously pressed it against Dai Mubai's chest.
The charred smell of burning flesh instantly filled the air, and Dai Mubai, who had originally passed out, suddenly arched his body.
The intense agony made his entire body convulse. Muffled, despairing whimpers squeezed through the iron gag in his mouth.
Prince Xue Xing stood to the side, looking down at him with eyes as cold as frost.
"Boy, you sleep comfortably enough. Did you ever think of my nephew, whom you killed?"
"Now that you're in Tiandou territory, don't expect to die easily. I'll make you wish you were dead!"
As he spoke, Xue Xing clapped his hands. A man in his fifties, dressed in a physician's robe, walked out of the side room. He had a thin, refined face and a calm gaze.
"Dan Qing!" Xue Xing said indifferently. "Heal him. Without my orders, you are not to let him die."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The man called Dan Qing answered and walked up to Dai Mubai. Soul Power suddenly surged through him.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—seven Soul Rings lit up one after another beneath his feet, radiating a powerful aura.
"Healing Roulette! Third Soul Skill—Ray of Recovery!"
Pale green light surged from his palm and flowed over Dai Mubai's wounds like running water.
A gentle force suppressed the searing pain. New flesh began to grow beneath the charred skin, and the festering wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The whip wounds on his back also began to recover under the effect of this