Martial Master

The two looked at Mo Ka La in horror.

Just a cold snort was enough to injure them; this was at least a powerful figure at the late stage of the Martial God. How could the Heavenly Dao Organization have such a strong presence? What was even more shocking to them was the way Mo Ka La addressed the person before him as 'Master.'

Unknowingly, a storm surged in their hearts.

“No need, let me handle it myself. They’re not willing to speak, that’s fine. I have hundreds or thousands of methods to make them talk,” Qin Chen sneered and began the interrogation.

In fact, if it weren’t for the soul restrictions in Qi Xiong and Yuan Tuo's minds, he would have already directly searched their souls.

However, he had just observed that both of them had terrifying restrictions on their souls, which were quite complex. Qin Chen didn't dare to act recklessly, fearing that once the restrictions were triggered, their souls would collapse, resulting in all his efforts going to waste. The questions he wanted to ask were not secrets; he believed he could extract answers without triggering the restrictions.

Since Qi Xiong and Yuan Tuo were unwilling to speak, Qin Chen didn’t bother with small talk and directly began to use torture.

“Ah!”

The sound of painful screams echoed within the Qian Kun Transformation Jade Dish. Qi Xiong and Yuan Tuo rolled in agony, their skin swelling with blisters, and strands of black silk emerged on their bodies. They howled in torment, their bodies convulsing violently. No matter how loudly they yelled, their voices were trapped in this void, unable to escape even a bit.

In this Qian Kun Transformation Jade Dish space, Qin Chen was the only one in control; he was the ruler of the Law, able to torment others at will.

Before Qi Xiong and Yuan Tuo, Qin Chen coldly observed them, his expression indifferent, while beside him, Mo Ka La and others wore excited smiles, their eyes shining with eagerness. Torturing people was an incredibly thrilling activity for them.

Qin Chen employed some methods on the two for a full half an hour before stopping. He then pointed at their foreheads, and the intense pain receded like a tide, making them feel as if they had returned from hell to paradise.

“Devils, you’re all devils,” Qi Xiong and Yuan Tuo weakly roared, their gazes cold and vengeful.

“Devils? Compared to your methods, I feel like an angel. So, do you two want to talk now?”

“Pah!” Qi Xiong and Yuan Tuo simultaneously spat towards Qin Chen, but before the saliva could leave their mouths, it reversed course, entering their throats and choking them until their faces turned red, suffering greatly.

“I’ve said it before, here, you don’t have the right to fight back against me,” Qin Chen frowned slightly and then smiled again, “It seems you’re still not willing to speak. But that’s fine; that was just an appetizer. I have plenty of techniques to slowly apply to you. And I can guarantee you won’t die; you’ll clearly feel this pain. No rush, no rush.”

Qin Chen said with a smile.

Qi Xiong and Yuan Tuo trembled inexplicably, but their eyes turned even crazier: “Haha, go ahead and try. Even if you kill us, we won’t tell you anything. Dream on if you want to get any secrets from us.”

“Oh really?”

Qin Chen smiled faintly and poked his finger again; a terrifying soul force entered their minds, and once again, they rolled in pain, their expressions distorted, shrieking miserably.

Beside them, Mo Ka La and the Skeleton Helmsman frowned: “Master, your methods don’t seem very effective. Why not let us try? We guarantee we can extract their memories within half a stick of incense.” The excitement on their faces showed they were itching to give it a try.

“Searching souls is useless,” Qin Chen shook his head. “If it were effective, I would have done it already. Both of them have two very strange soul restrictions in their minds. Once any external force tries to search their souls, the seals will forcibly detonate their souls, leaving you with nothing.”