"You lot won't shed a tear until you see the coffin." Qin Yuan smiled, but a hint of baleful qi seeped through his smile.
He took a set of silver needles from his Soul Tool, their cold tips gleaming brilliantly in the moonlight.
Qin Yuan walked up to one of the men and said calmly, "Since you've been prowling Heaven Dou City, you must have heard of Poison Douluo. Unfortunately for you, I learned a needle technique from him not long ago called Thousand Needles, Hundred Holes. I've only scratched the surface, though, so I suppose the name means exactly what it says."
"I have no idea what lasting damage a misplaced needle might cause. Still, this technique is a cure for every kind of stubborn tongue. Tell me, who should I start with?"
"Chen Dong brought us all here! Sir, we really don't know anything!" The burly men sobbed like children. Clearly, they had heard of this needle technique.
That was hardly surprising. It was a technique commonly used during interrogations at the City Lord's Mansion, and these desperadoes had evidently experienced it before.
Chen Dong was the scar-faced man leading them, and the only one who had dealt directly with Huyan Li.
At first, he kept his mouth stubbornly shut, but as Qin Yuan's needles pierced his body, his will began to crumble.
By the thirteenth needle, he felt as though most of the bones in his body had been crushed.
How the hell was this acupuncture? He was clearly trying to shred my tendons and break my bones! If his meridians were destroyed, even if he managed to cling to life, he would spend the rest of his days as a cripple incapable of cultivating.
The scar-faced man had offended countless people. Without his cultivation to protect