Chapter 159
Torture
"Arthuuuurrrr!!"
"Brother Arthuuuur!!"
Xue Tianyang's and Ning'er's screams rang out at the same moment,
their voices broken and trembling as they stared at the bloody body lying before them.
Arthur was bound without mercy.
His arms were broken and tied behind his back,
his legs tightly restrained,
his mouth unable to speak...
and his eyes half-open, wavering between consciousness and unconsciousness.
But what had not been broken...
was that terrifying mixture within his gaze.
Pain, sorrow, rage, and indescribable contempt,
all directed toward the man who had dragged him before the Seventh Elder.
"Hahahahahahaha!"
The Seventh Elder laughed with pure enjoyment,
a long, pleasure-filled laugh as he admired the shattered body before him.
"Good work, boy."
He praised the man.
The latter's face froze for a moment before he quickly bowed,
gratitude, fear, and disbelief filling his features.
To the point that the Elder truly smiled at him, as he had never noticed this loyal disciple before.
The Seventh Elder shifted his gaze toward Arthur.
"And now... look at you."
said the Seventh Elder as he approached.
"Broken... shattered... powerless."
He raised his foot,
then ruthlessly pressed it down onto Arthur's leg.
Blood flowed from Arthur's mouth and body.
His body trembled violently...
yet no sound came out.
The Seventh Elder's eyes widened in surprise.
"Why aren't you screaming?"
He paused for a moment.
"Wait..."
He stepped closer and inspected Arthur's speech point.
It had been destroyed.
A slow smile spread across the Seventh Elder's face...
a cold smile.
Then he suddenly turned toward the man with suppressed anger.
"Who destroyed his speech point?!"
The man trembled in terror.
He dropped to his knees and repeatedly slammed his forehead against the ground.
"I apologize, Master! I swear I wasn't the one who did it!
This madman... he destroyed his own speech point while we were capturing him!"
His body trembled as though awaiting death.
The Seventh Elder looked back at Arthur,
at his furious... tear-filled eyes.
"Oho... what an entertaining boy."
he said in a sick tone.
"You destroyed your speech point so you wouldn't scream...
But don't worry, I don't need your voice to enjoy this."
Suddenly, he reached out,
grabbed Arthur's left arm,
and lifted it with overwhelming force—
Rip!
The arm was severed without hesitation.
Arthur's body shook violently.
Blood poured out like a flood.
His consciousness nearly collapsed...
but before he could pass out—
the Seventh Elder struck a point on his body.
Arthur's eyes snapped wide open.
"You won't sleep..."
said the Seventh Elder with a sinister smile.
"Not today... and not tonight. Now... let me enjoy this a little more."
The torture began.
Slowly...
Deliberately...
Cruelly.
Blow after blow,
cut after cut,
right before Ning'er's and Xue Tianyang's eyes.
Ning'er could not endure the sight.
A short scream...
then she fainted.
As for Xue Tianyang...
blood flowed from his eyes.
Blind hatred and rage filled his chest.
He wanted to pounce forward and tear the Seventh Elder apart with his teeth.
But his master restrained him.
He never truly liked Arthur, nor did he hate him.
Yet seeing him tortured with such brutality ignited madness-level rage and hatred within his heart.
Three hours passed.
Nothing remained intact on Arthur's body.
His legs had been cut off.
His arms had been severed.
His skin had been slowly peeled away...
The Seventh Elder left only his face untouched.
He wanted to see his expressions.
Then...
he committed his most horrifying act.
He castrated Arthur.
He cut off his reproductive organs without hesitation.
With every movement,
pain screamed from Arthur's eyes,
despite his silence.
"Ah..."
The Seventh Elder sighed in satisfaction.
"I truly enjoyed myself, boy."
He stepped closer.
Grabbed Arthur by the throat.
"And now... it's time for you to die."
He tightened his grip slowly.
Calmly.
Watching the life fade from Arthur's eyes.
Until...
everything went dark.
Arthur had died...
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Now, let us go back in time.
Exactly two weeks earlier.
"Arthur, stop."
"What do you want, Zhuo?"
"You're not strong enough to kill the Seventh Elder...
but I have a way to increase our strength."
Arthur did not comment on the matter of his weakness.
It was never his habit to reveal all of his cards.
"A way?"
"A painful technique...
torture beyond imagination."
Zhuo Fan paused briefly.
"But through it... we'll become stronger.
It only takes one week."
"One week?"
Arthur laughed mockingly.
"You think that Seventh bastard is going to wait?"
"Yes."
Zhuo Fan answered calmly.
"He's weak right now. He lost an arm.
If he moves immediately, he'll be killed.
He'll need at least two or three weeks."
Arthur thought for a moment.
Then he smiled...
a sinister smile.
"Zhuo... I have an idea."
he said in a dark tone.
"But it depends on you.
Are you with me?"
Zhuo Fan smiled
and pointed toward the cave.
The two entered together.
Zhuo Fan began drawing a massive inscription on the ground.
Line after line,
until it was complete.
"The Heaven and Hell Fusion Technique."
That was its name.
A technique that refined the entire body,
transforming it into a body forged from Jin-Gang—
a legendary metal capable of splitting mountains and rivers.
But...
the pain that accompanied it was a true hell.
Arthur removed his black kimono,
remaining only in his cloth trousers,
then sat inside the formation.
Power pierced through his body.
He began releasing his energies:
magical energy,
spiritual energy,
and dark energy.
Three streams formed—
red, black, and white—
followed by a golden stream.
Diamond Sand.
The first step...
muscle refinement.
The golden stream pierced through his muscles.
He nearly screamed.
But he endured.
He heard screams beside him.
He slightly opened one eye.
Zhuo Fan...
was suffering as well.
"Endure... endure... endure!"
The refinement moved to the bones...
then the internal organs.
Arthur's body shook in the most horrifying manner imaginable.
Pain...
Suffering...
Death.
His body began falling apart,
and blood burst out from everywhere.
Am I going to die after such a long journey?
Is this the end?
To die by my own hand...
Damn... how pathetic I am.
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