“You think I won’t guess?” Ryūyama Nagashi’s cold, distorted voice carried a trace of contempt. “I’m quite pleased you’ve chosen to be stubborn. Now let’s proceed with the standard procedure. As I said before, I enjoy beginning an interrogation with the oldest, most primal forms of physical destruction. A nice little warm-up. So, which one do you prefer?”0

He gestured for his subordinates to push a torture rack toward them. The iron table was covered with a variety of tools, including saws, barbed whips, needles, spikes…0

Li Xiaofei’s gaze swept across them, his expression calm and detached.0

Ryūyama Nagashi casually picked up a saw and said, “Crafted from refined meteoric iron and embedded with thirty-six layered formations. In the hands of a top-tier cultivator,...0