Demon Buddha Temple

"Ah... it hurts like hell! You stinking monk, fuck your grandpa, fuck your ancestors..."

Ao Jiushijiu trembled on the ground, his entire body convulsing, his face twisted in pain. Miserable screams poured from his mouth, enough to make anyone's scalp prickle.

Blazing Sun Bow stood nearby, gloating. "Ao Jiushijiu, does it feel good? Don't worry, it was just a light slap. It didn't hurt your body at all."

"..." Ao Jiushijiu cursed inwardly. He knew Blazing Sun Bow had set him up.

That monk's slap truly had not injured him, yet for some reason, he felt incomparable pain throughout his body, as though every cell had been scorched over a blazing fire.

One had to know that he had achieved sainthood through his physical body. Among the younger generation, his fleshly body was probably second only to Xiao Yun's.

For such a body to feel pain was simply inconceivable.

Forget a light slap—even if half his body were cut off, it should not have left him in such unbearable agony.

That monk must have used some bizarre method.

Ao Jiushijiu was filled with regret. He had long known Heavenly Emperor City was unfathomably deep. How had he been so rash?

"Brother Chu, Brother Xiao, look—even Ao Jiushijiu's physical body can't withstand this pain!"

Beishan Tianxiong looked at Xiao Yun and Chu Yidao, saying with a bitter smile, "During this time, Blazing Sun Bow and I tested it seven times. Every time, that monk tortured us like this. Now we don't even dare try anymore."

As Chu Yidao watched Ao Jiushijiu screaming miserably on the ground, he was both shocked and creeped out.

He had personally experienced Ao Jiushijiu's strength. If even Ao Jiushijiu was being tortured so terribly, he likely would not fare any better.

"Too noisy!"

Xiao Yun glanced