Pale green Soul Power wrapped around Dai Mubai's battered body. The torn wounds slowly healed in the light, and the ripped flesh knitted back together.
That was how it went: torture, healing, then more torture.
Three days later, Dai Mubai had grown so thin that he was almost unrecognizable. His once-sturdy frame barely supported his sagging flesh.
His cheeks were sunken, his eye sockets dark, and only his hollow eyes could still move.
The wounds on his body healed, then tore open again, only to heal and tear open once more. New and old scars overlapped in layers, like an ugly web.
He no longer struggled or screamed. Even his whimpers had become extremely faint.
It was as if all his strength had been drained away by the endless torture, leaving only a breathing shell waiting for the end that was soon to come.
In the study of the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, sandalwood incense curled through the air, yet it could not conceal the faint trace of murderous hostility.
Xue Ye read the dossier Prince Xue Xing had presented. It recorded in detail the torture Dai Mubai had suffered in the dungeon.
The tension that had gripped his face for days finally eased somewhat. His fingers tapped lightly against the tabletop, making a steady, soft sound.
"Xue Xing, you've handled this matter well."
There was a suppressed sense of satisfaction in Xue Ye's voice. Xue Beng's death had been a thorn in his heart, and now he could finally vent some of his anger.
Prince Xue Xing leaned closer and lowered his voice. "Imperial Brother, Dai Mubai is already a walking corpse!"
"He doesn't even have the strength to beg for death anymore. Continuing to torture him would only drag things out. In my opinion, why not..."
He made