The shackles used to bind him were melted through by the terrifyingly searing Thunder-Fire Penalty, turning into scorching molten iron that dripped down.
The intense pain drove Yifeng straight to his knees. A faint dark-red glow seeped beneath his skin, as though thousands upon thousands of scorching, explosive bolts of thunder-fire were coursing through him—a horrifying sight.
Yet that white robe of his remained as immaculate as ever. Not only was it undamaged, not even a speck of dust had stained it.
Jieye gripped his sword and turned away, no longer sparing Yifeng another glance.
After all these years, many had forgotten that he had once been the first Hall Master of the Sword Sect's Law Enforcement Hall.
"The Thunder-Fire Penalty within this sword can keep him alive for ten years, making him endure day and night the agony of his bones and flesh shattering and his soul burning to ashes."
His voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling coldness that made hearts quail.
"Take him back and interrogate him further about the Cang Race's bewitchment of the Human Race."
Feigning civility and playing along might have yielded more answers, but he truly could not hold himself back any longer...
"Senior has indeed made the correct choice." Ji Yinxue said with satisfaction.
"Alas~" Jieye sighed softly. "It is all because I misjudged a person that I taught such a heartless, ungrateful wretch who defected to the Cang Race."
"The fact that Senior can recognize this proves that you are no petty, scheming sort. This junior's opinion of you has changed." Ji Yinxue nodded.
Jieye: "..."
Forget it. That fellow Daoist's disciple was simply like this.
Cheng Ding, standing nearby, still had not recovered from his shock. From beginning to end, martial uncle Jieye's decisiveness had far surpassed anything he