Breaking One's Cultivation

Seeing Zhang Xiaohu stubbornly refuse to follow his hint and reveal what he wanted to know, Deputy Hall Master Zhong was not surprised. He stepped back half a pace and waved his hand, and several law-enforcement disciples came up from behind.

They hauled Zhang Xiaohu up and suspended him straight from the torture rack, in exactly the same posture Bai Huan had been in.

Zhang Xiaohu's major acupoints had been sealed, leaving his limbs limp and powerless. He could only let the law-enforcement disciples arrange him as they pleased. Once they had finished, Deputy Hall Master Zhong stepped forward with a smile. "Martial Nephew Zhang, I do not wish to make things difficult for you either. After all, you are not the same as He Tianshu. You are a well-known figure of Misty Hall, and Wen Wenhai's direct disciple. If you cooperate with me and reveal the secrets related to the beast tide, I will release you at once. We can still remain uncle and nephew in harmony, and our hall will look after you in the future..."

Zhang Xiaohu looked at him coldly, his eyes full of disdain.

Seeing this, Deputy Hall Master Zhong wisely shut his mouth and refused to say another word. Turning to the law-enforcement disciples, he ordered, "Let him have a taste of the might of our Incense-Passing Cult's punishments."

One law-enforcement disciple stepped forward, picked up a long steel needle nearly half a foot in length from the bloodstained stone platform beside him, walked before Zhang Xiaohu, tore open his shirt, and aimed beneath his armpit, ready to drive it in.

Deputy Hall Master Zhong watched Zhang Xiaohu's expression closely. Even as the steel needle was about to pierce his body, Zhang Xiaohu merely narrowed his eyes and prepared himself for pain, showing not