Bloodbath at the White Tiger Duke's Estate

The facts proved that as long as one was human, there was a limit to one's tolerance for pain.

Death warriors had merely undergone a series of agonizing training regimens, granting them a far higher tolerance for pain than ordinary people.

But the pain caused by Bai Luo's methods was something they had never experienced before.

The methods the White Tiger Duke's Estate used to train death warriors were simply not worth mentioning before the pain Bai Luo inflicted, pain that seemed to come from the very depths of life itself.

Thirty minutes later.

A crisp snap of fingers rang out in the room.

Bai Luo withdrew the force shrouding the black-clad Soul Emperor.

The excruciating pain within his body vanished.

The black-clad Soul Emperor's tense body immediately collapsed.

He slumped down like a puddle of mud.

Sweat had soaked through his black robes.

His limbs still trembled faintly and uncontrollably.

It was his body's physiological stress response after enduring unbearable pain.

His face was as pale as paper, and the terror in his eyes seemed almost tangible.

When he saw Bai Luo slowly approaching, it was as though he had seen a blood-drenched demon crawling out of the depths of hell.

He weakly tried to retreat.

A devil. The man before him was a devil!

The black-clad Soul Emperor's attitude was now completely different from before.

He had believed his tolerance for pain was strong enough.

But only when Bai Luo's methods had been used on him did he realize how laughable that belief was.

Bai Luo's methods were far too terrifying!

They were so terrifying that they surpassed everything he had ever seen or heard of.

Under that pain, death seemed so weak and powerless, so merciful!

Bai Luo bent down slightly.

Under the bright white lights, a