"Speak! What is your purpose in coming to Shanhai State? Why did you attack the members of the Li family?" Xiao Qing held a steel whip covered in barbs, shouting harshly.
The Demon Cultivator clenched his mouth tightly, refusing to make a sound.
But thinking he could resist Xiao Qing's interrogation this way — there was no way he could last for long!
"Not willing to talk? Then I'd like to see just how tough your mouth really is!" Xiao Qing cast him a disdainful glance.
Light flickered at her fingertips and shot into his body, instantly making the Demon Cultivator's flesh and soul unbearably sensitive. In particular, his perception of pain was magnified dozens of times!
The steel whip in her hand merely brushed him lightly, and an endless tide of suffering surged at him, continuously dragging him down, refusing him the mercy of death, making him wish for oblivion.
"Aaaaaah—"
