He knew about mental techniques. They could directly attack the soul. With just a little restraint, such a technique could keep someone from dying even as they wished for death, leaving them in unbearable agony.
The pain was on a spiritual level, nothing like the pain of the body.
"You... you're truly vicious. Mental techniques are incomparably precious. I don't believe you have one."
Elder Li's face twisted. Just how precious were mental techniques? Never mind the great powers like theirs—even the Dawn Auction House might not have one.
And this man thought he could possess a mental technique? What a joke.
"Don't believe me? Perfect. I'll use you to test it."
Seeing the old man's disbelief, Ye Lin smiled. He then activated one of the spiritual needles he had condensed in his mind, reducing its power several times before directing it at Elder Li.
He was afraid that if he used too much force, he would kill the old thing in one go and spoil the fun.
Ye Lin fixed his gaze on Elder Li.
"N-no... impossible."
Seeing the determination in Ye Lin's eyes, Elder Li panicked. The next moment, he clutched his head with his only remaining arm and rolled across the ground.
"I was wrong! Spare me! Spare me! Aah!"
Elder Li clutched his head, writhing in unbearable agony, as if his mind were about to burst.
His entire soul felt as though hundreds of steel needles had pierced it at once. The pain left him delirious.
"I only used one-tenth of its power. If I used all of it, I could kill someone at Foundation Establishment Peak Stage."
Watching Elder Li suffer, Ye Lin stroked his chin and pondered.
"Quick, give me a clean death! Give me a clean death!"
Elder Li grabbed Ye Lin's ankle