Swan City, dungeon.
In the dark, windowless cell, all manner of torture instruments hung from the walls, filling the air with an eerie, terrifying atmosphere.
Tang Yong, his Soul Power sealed, lay sprawled atop a pile of straw. Not only were his hands and feet tightly bound, but a hood had also been placed over his head.
Splash!
A basin of cold water was poured over him, rousing Tang Yong from unconsciousness.
The next moment, the hood was roughly torn off, and only then did Tang Yong look around.
He saw a handsome young man seated nearby, golden eyes fixed intently on him.
Su Yu said, "A remnant of the Clear Sky Sect, and you still dared to sneak down the mountain."
"I assume I do not need to say much for you to understand your situation."
"From here on, I ask and you answer. If your answers satisfy me, I will spare your life."
Tang Yong sneered. "Spirit Hall scum! Do you take me for a three-year-old child?!"
"Falling into your hands means nothing more than death!"
"Brave Battle Soul Hammers, towering Clear Sky Sect—I, Tang Yong, am no coward who fears death!"
Su Yu raised a brow. "Since all of you are so brave, why seal off your mountain? Why not just fight us to the death?"
Tang Yong snorted. "A brat who only knows how to wag his tongue!"
Su Yu gave him a thumbs-up and smiled. "Well said. I hope you can keep that attitude."
With that, Su Yu clapped his hands. "Guards!"
As soon as Su Yu spoke, several figures entered.
Their movements were swift and practiced. They directly hauled Tang Yong up and tied him to the torture rack.
They also used thin rope to bind Tang Yong's upper and lower jaws, preventing him