"Ugh—"
King Qi let out a heart-wrenching scream.
The already grim dungeon became even more terrifying, and the smell of blood mingled instantly with the scent of burning flesh.
Prince Rui and the four prison guards were too stunned by the brutal scene unfolding before them to react.
What is Purgatory?
He belongs to Yama.
Lu Yuan's face, once smiling with malice, was now filled with a thick killing intent, a coldness that chilled to the bone.
King Qi was in unbearable pain, struggling desperately.
Lu Yuan lifted him up and said coldly, "Does it hurt already? Uncle, it's not enough. Since you love branding so much, as your nephew, I must indulge you."
With that said, he again pressed King Qi's burnt and disfigured face down.
"Which hand did you use to hurt my father? This one?"
He grabbed King Qi's left hand.
"Or this one?"
He then grabbed King Qi's right hand.
King Qi couldn't make a sound.
Despair and pain drowned him.
"Not speaking, then I'll assume you used both."
