Executing Tang Hao, Controlling Ah Yin

Tang San had not expected Feng Yan to be able to dig up his past-life identity, but how could he possibly admit to it?

"Feng Yan, I don't understand what you're talking about. How could a person possibly have a past life?"

Despite saying this, he knew that the ruse he had planned to pass off fish eyes as pearls could no longer be deployed.

Upon hearing these words, Tang Hao was somewhat distracted. Ten thousand years ago, as a Title Douluo, how could he have failed to notice that Tang San was "different"?

Yet, back then, Tang Hao had not dwelled on it, assuming only that his son was lucky and had discovered those strange cultivation techniques somewhere.

Seeing Tang San stubbornly refuse to admit it, Feng Yan couldn't be bothered to expose him; in any case, he was merely warning the latter not to play any tricks.

"San... don't hesitate. As long as Ah Yin is safe, what is there for me, Tang Hao, to fear from mere torture?"

Tang Hao's voice grew firm. Back in the day, Ah Yin had been willing to sacrifice her life for him.

Now, what did suffering some physical pain matter if it was for Ah Yin?

Tang San finally moved. "Father, even if it is for Mother, you must hold on."

As he spoke, countless cyan iron nails appeared in his hands, each about an inch long. The tips were razor-sharp and appeared to be coated in potent toxins.

"Father, this first torture is called 'Bone-Quenching Soul-Nailing.' Every Bone-Piercing Nail in my hand has been soaked in the most lethal poisons of the Tang Sect."

"Once they enter the body, the toxins will not spread; they will lodge deep within the bones, magnifying every inch of pain a hundredfold..."

With tears