4662: C4662 Cruel Torture!

C4662 Cruel Torture!

"No, no!"

The bald man was suppressed by the golden light and could not move. Behind him, there were screams of pain. Apparently, his junior brothers and sisters were being killed by Zhu Hanyou's subordinates.

Hearing the screams, the bald man was filled with grief and indignation. However, he was too weak to resist or protect his junior brothers and sisters.

"What should I do?"

The bald man roared in his heart. In the next moment, he suddenly thought of the talisman that Ye Feng had given him.

"That brother said that if you encounter any trouble, you can look for him …"

The bald man remembered Ye Feng's words and subconsciously clenched the talisman, wanting to activate it. However, on second thought, Ye Feng and his group were only at the third level of the Qi Sect. It was impossible for them to help them.

"Even if I ask for help from that brother, it would be useless. Instead, it would drag them into danger. Forget it …"

Just as the bald man was completely in despair and was about to die, a cold gaze suddenly fell on his hand.

"What is that? A transmission talisman?"

Zhu Hanyou's playful voice sounded. He looked at the talisman in the bald man's hand and laughed sinisterly, "What? You still want to ask for help? With your character, who can you ask for help?"

"No, I don't plan to ask for help."

The bald man's expression changed slightly. He realized what Zhu Hanyou wanted to do and immediately planned to destroy the talisman.

However, in the next moment, Zhu Hanyue suddenly attacked. A cold light flashed past, and Zhu Hanyue's longsword returned to its scabbard, while the bald man's palm was directly cut off.

"Ah!"

The bald man couldn't help but cry out in pain, but Zhu Hanyue ignored him and picked up his broken hand, taking out the talisman.

"I want to see what kind of person you can call."

Zhu Hanyue's face was filled with disdain as he suddenly activated the talisman.

In the next moment, Ye Feng, who was thousands of miles away, received a response. The talisman that he had given to the bald man to ask for help was activated. Although there was no message, it was clear that the bald man had met with trouble.

"Let's go, there's something I need to do."

Ye Feng said to Zhang Tianwang and the other two, and then he headed towards the area where the talisman was located.

In front of the Black Wing Palace, Zhu Hanyue disdainfully threw away the talisman and looked at the bald man, "Do you think someone will come to save you? Or will they come to see me and not save you?"

Hearing this, the bald man's heart trembled. Indeed, he only considered that Ye Feng coming to help would harm Ye Feng, but he had overlooked one thing, and that was that Zhu Hanyue's background was too powerful.

Even if Ye Feng really came, he would probably not save him. After all, their relationship was not deep, and Ye Feng would not offend Zhu Hanyue for him and cause him to die.

"You bastard!"

The bald man couldn't help but curse. Not only did Zhu Hanyue snatch the treasure, he even humiliated him like this. He was simply shameless to the extreme.

"Hahahaha."

When Zhu Hanying heard the bald man cursing, he laughed out loud in excitement. He liked these weaklings' furious looks when they were facing him. It was really very interesting.

"The more vicious you are cursing me now, the more vicious the torture you will receive later. You can curse a few more times."

Zhu Hanying smiled sinisterly, then sent a message to the subordinates who were chasing after the bald man.

"Don't kill this bald fellow. Bring him back. I want to have a good time."

Hearing Zhu Hanying's message, his subordinates all laughed. They knew Zhu Hanying's personality too well. He was obviously going to torture the bald man.

Not long after, Zhu Hanying's subordinates brought the bald man and his junior brothers and sisters back.

Among them, there were already a few junior brothers who had turned into corpses, and they were all thrown onto the ground with blood all over their bodies.

"Bastard, what a bastard!"

When the bald man saw the miserable state of his fellow disciples, he could not help but gnash his teeth in anger. He led his junior brothers and sisters out to train, but now he could not protect them. He felt extremely guilty and blamed himself.

"First Senior Brother, I can't blame you. We can only blame our bad luck for encountering such a bastard."

"That's right, First Senior Brother, this bastard will definitely suffer retribution!"

"I curse you to die a horrible death!"

The bald man's junior brothers and sisters all cursed at Zhu Hanying.

Seeing this, Zhu Hanying's smile became even colder. He suddenly pulled out the longsword at his waist and cut a disciple who was cursing the most viciously into two.

Blood and internal organs were exposed in the air. This bloody scene made the bald man and the others even more furious, but Zhu Hanying was even more excited.

"Continue to curse. Whoever performs the best, I'll reward him with a sword and give him a quick death!"

Zhu Hanying said with a loud laugh.

Hearing that, the bald man was so angry that his entire body trembled. He immediately began to curse crazily, and his junior brothers and sisters, who were the same as him, began to curse as well. Some of them even closed their mouths in fear.

In front of death, not everyone could be fearless.

"Puchi!"

In the next moment, Zhu Hanying stabbed out with his sword. However, to the bald man's surprise, he was the one who had cursed the most fiercely, but the one who had been stabbed through the head was not him. Instead, it was his junior brother who was trembling and not daring to speak.

This junior brother who had been killed by Zhu Hanying was only sixteen years old. He was the most talented disciple of the Profound Technique Sect, and he had been accepted by the Sect Master as a personal disciple. He was also viewed as the hope of the sect's rise.

But now, this junior brother had died in front of him, and he had been stabbed through the head by Zhu Hanying just like that.

"W-why..."

The bald man was completely dizzy. He looked at Zhu Hanying in confusion. Didn't he say that whoever cursed the most fiercely would be killed? His junior brother had clearly not opened his mouth yet.

"Hahaha, why? I'm happy!"

Zhu Hanying laughed sinisterly and pulled out his longsword, pointing it at the bald man. "Continue. If you don't curse me, I'll continue to kill your junior brothers and sisters."

The moment he said that, the bald man was instantly enraged. He wanted nothing more than to skin Zhu Huanwei alive, but he was unable to resist at all. He could only passively endure this kind of torture.

"You bastard, you bastard!"

"Hahahaha, very good, very good!"

Zhu Huanwei laughed out loud when he saw this. His arrogant behavior immediately attracted even more furious curses from the bald man and the others.

This time, everyone chose to curse. After all, they could tell that Zhu Huanwei was a madman who enjoyed torturing them. No matter how they acted, they would not be able to live. Since that was the case, they might as well curse.

"Very good, continue!"

Zhu Huanwei saw that the bald man and the others were in an intense mood and actually applauded for them.2

Just like that, the bald man and the others continued to curse for a quarter of an hour, but Zhu Huanwei did not kill anyone.

Just when the bald man and the others could not help but guess what Zhu Huanwei, this bastard, was going to do, Zhu Huanwei suddenly made a move. He swung the longsword in his hand horizontally.

Plop!

Three heads rolled to the ground at the same time. Zhu Huanwei looked at the three pillars of blood that soared into the sky and revealed an excited smile.

"Beautiful, it's really too beautiful!"

Chapter 32 - The Three Heads

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