"Wait, I admit I was wrong! I... ah..."
Yu Ping snatched the pointed awl artifact from the table and charged forward. Grabbing Zhang Yulin's collar with his left hand, he aimed the awl in his right at the lower dantian in Zhang Yulin's abdomen and drove it straight in.
He pulled it out and stabbed again.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Zhang Yulin's screams echoed through the prison.
Only after he had turned Zhang Yulin's lower abdomen into a mangled hornet's nest, with his intestines spilling out, did Yu Ping toss the awl artifact onto the table and slowly wipe the blood from his face, body, and hands.
Zhang Yulin clung to his last breath.
"Yu Ping is out of practice and couldn't quite locate your dantian, so he stabbed a few extra times. Don't be angry, Lord Zhang."
As Li Qingxian spoke, he flicked out a talisman to stop Zhang Yulin's bleeding, allowing the severed intestines and wounds to stick together and heal haphazardly.
"My aim is better." Li Qingxian touched a finger to the spot between Zhang Yulin's brows. A spark of lightning flickered, destroying his spirit platform.
"Pfft..." Zhang Yulin spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Li Qingxian in despair.
"Do you recognize this man?" Li Qingxian pointed at Zheng Gaojue, whose fists were clenched tight.
Zhang Yulin shook his head faintly and mustered the last of his strength to say, "I really don't."
"You destroyed two people's dantians that day. He's the other man's son," Li Qingxian said.
Zhang Yulin suddenly began coughing, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, his eyes pleading.
Li Qingxian sighed. "The people you humiliated and murdered looked at you with those same eyes, didn't they? Oh, and that Night Guard who was gathering information in Northchang County also