"Talk. Where is Ye Gucheng?"
Inside a Jinyiwei cell, Tang Tianyi's hands and feet were chained to the wall.
Though his face was pale and he looked as if his kidneys were depleted, his eyes remained fixed on Lin Lang, with a trace of madness in them.
"You think the likes of you can deal with Ye Gucheng? Sooner or later, our Tang Clan will kill him."
"Release me now, and I can pretend none of this happened. Otherwise, you'll learn the consequences of offending the Tang Clan!"
Crack!
Jia Liu lashed Tang Tianyi across the face, splitting his skin and laying the flesh open.
Already in his Jinyiwei cell, and he still dared spout such arrogant nonsense?
Although he was not a man of the Jianghu, he knew the Shu Region Tang Clan was already gone.
Perhaps some Tang Family remnants had escaped, but they no longer amounted to anything. If they dared show themselves again, the Tang Family would be wiped out completely!
If he could not handle them, he still had his lord.
"My lord, I say we stop questioning him and let him try our new instruments of torture."
"They all say people who practice poison arts are especially good at enduring pain. I'd like to see it for myself."
Lin Lang waved a hand. "Oh, come now. We're all men here. How can you be so cruel?"
Jia Liu's eyes shifted. "Then I'll castrate him first. Once he's no longer a man, I can get to work, right?"
The corners of Tang Tianyi's eyes twitched violently. He truly did not fear pain. Years of practicing with poison had reduced his sensitivity to thirty percent of an ordinary person's, or even less.
He did not even fear death. The Tang Family still had Tang Tianzong and