"So noisy!"
Li Hai let out a deep roar, and the eerie ringing immediately ceased.
At the same time, the Armored Man and the Green-Robed Man were instantly forced to their knees by an invisible immense force.
"Projecting Qi from a distance?! A Grandmaster?!"
The Armored Man, kneeling rigidly on the ground, his eyes wide with rage, gnashed his teeth and roared, "You diviner, I'll screw your mother—"
"Shut up! No foul language."
Li Hai frowned, and the Armored Man's angrily bared mouth immediately clamped shut.
But at this moment, the Green-Robed Man, who was pressed to the ground by the distant Qi, suddenly had a hazy ball of light fly out from the top of his head, piercing through layers of rock walls and streaking rapidly towards the boundless sky outside the cave.
It was obvious that the escaping ball of light was the Green-Robed Man's Yang God.
"Decisive enough, even abandoning the Physical Body, but what a pity—"
Li Hai turned his head to look at the hazy speck of light flying further and further into the blue sky outside the mountain crevice, and smiled coldly, "It's already too late."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sky within a ten-mile radius suddenly darkened, black clouds rolled, and lightning flashed.
"Changing the sky, stirring clouds, and drawing lightning with a single thought?!"
The Green-Robed Man's Yang God, flying rapidly in the high sky, immediately let out a desperate wail upon seeing this, "So young, yet a Grandmaster and a Fourth Realm Sorcerer—this, this, this, this defies the Dao!"
Just as he was wailing in despair, dozens, even hundreds, of arm-thick, scorching white lightning bolts suddenly crashed down from the dark sky, striking him with extreme precision from all directions, from top to bottom.
Boom!!
It was as if a small sun had suddenly appeared, instantly illuminating the entire sky with a blinding white light.
And that Yang God, which was originally brimming with power and vibrant, was suddenly struck to the point of flickering in and out of existence, seemingly about to vanish into the world in the next second.
"How can I let you die? Come back!"
With a single thought from Li Hai, his overwhelming power suddenly appeared around the weakened Yang God, solidifying into a large hand that grasped him, swiftly returning him to the mountain crevice cave below.
Immediately, Li Hai threw this back into its original body, allowing it to barely survive by being nourished by the Physical Body's Qi and blood.
From this moment on, the Green-Robed Man could no longer escape his Yang God; in his weak, dying state, if he dared to leave his shell, he would absolutely not survive three breaths.
"I guess—"
Li Hai walked up to the Armored Man and asked indifferently, "You should be the so-called—Xuan Dynasty Remnants, right?"
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As he spoke, he released the seal on the Armored Man's mouth.
Immediately, the Armored Man let out a rough, wild laugh:
"Heh heh heh, judging by your aura, you shouldn't be over twenty-five. Such a young Grandmaster and Fourth Realm Sorcerer, you are truly... truly incredible!"
"As for what you call Xuan Dynasty Remnants, that's just your own term."
"Hmm, so that's a roundabout admission."
Li Hai nodded indifferently, "Alright then, tell me all the information you know."
Upon hearing this, the Armored Man immediately sneered: "Hmph hmph hmph, don't even think about it. You'll just kill me or torture me, huh? A mere bit of Physical Body torture... I don't care at all."
"Is that so?"
Li Hai also sneered, "Heh heh heh heh, that's because you don't know—what true torture is."
After speaking, he turned to look at the Green-Robed Man, who was slumped to the side, breathing and almost dying, and suddenly said:
"I guess your organization behind you probably placed some mysterious curse on you, right? As long as you speak certain information, you'll die on the spot."
"Oh, you guessed correctly."
The Armored Man also said very directly, "That's right, as long as I reveal any information about the organization, my soul and Physical Body will instantly melt into nothingness."
"Therefore, I don't expect to live under your hands, so be a man and get it over with quickly."
"Good man, truly free-spirited."
Li Hai gave him a thumbs-up, then said coldly, "But if I were to kill you so easily, wouldn't that be doing what you want? No, no, no, I want to make you—regret ever being born into this world."
"Alright, alright, alright, you've piqued my interest, so come on!"
The Armored Man laughed loudly, "Let me see what your skills are like."
"Wait a moment."
Li Hai's gaze swept over, and he suddenly pulled a blood-black bell from under the Green-Robed Man's feet, asking, "What is this thing?"
The Armored Man glanced at the bell indifferently and said:
"This isn't important information; I can tell you, it's called the Soul-Weeping Bell."
"What's its purpose?"
The Armored Man said directly: "The crying sound emitted by this bell can affect the souls of Third Realm Sorcerers and Thousand Army Grade Martial Artists, causing them to fall into confusion and unconsciousness, and then be at the mercy of their enemies."
"I guess—" Li Hai picked up the blood-black bell to examine it closely, "The process of making it must be quite sinister, right?"
"Oh, you guessed correctly again."
The Armored Man suddenly sneered, "This Soul-Weeping Bell was made using the souls of four thousand nine hundred and seventy-seven nine-year-old children who died after experiencing cruel torture, plus a large amount of profound materials and secret ingredients, taking a hundred years to create. It is an extremely rare treasure."
"Good, very good."
Li Hai sneered through gritted teeth, "You truly are beasts!"
"Hmph, meaningless sympathy."
The Armored Man looked at Li Hai disdainfully and said, "There are so many common people in the world, what does it matter if tens of thousands of them are killed? The weak should die, they should be trampled upon by the strong!"
"Absurd."
Li Hai looked down at him and said coldly, "What about you? When you were just born, you were nothing more than a fragile infant, and your mother who just gave birth to you was also a weak new mother.
So, at that time, should you, and the old lady who raised you, have been tortured to death?"
"That's right."
The Armored Man laughed loudly, "What does my past self have to do with my present self? So what if she gave birth to me? So what if she raised me? It's her great honor to have given birth to and raised a Thousand Army Grade Martial Artist like me.
She should kneel and kowtow to me, grateful that she had the qualification to give birth to me. Besides, if that old hag hadn't found an old man to have sex with, how would I have been born? In the end, she just wanted to enjoy herself—"
Bang!
Li Hai couldn't resist for a moment and actually slapped his head, blowing it apart.
After slapping this ultimate beast to death, he began to regret:
"Hmph, that was reckless."
With a sigh, Li Hai immediately activated the 《Heavenly Lotus Earthly Sage Scripture》, bringing the dead Armored Man back to life, resurrecting him.
The Green-Robed Man, who witnessed all of this from the side, felt his eyeballs almost pop out.
However, because he was too weak, he couldn't utter a single word and could only lean against the rock wall, continuously gasping for breath.
And the Armored Man, who had been brought back from the dead and returned to the world, stared blankly with a bewildered expression, saying:
"What, what just happened?"
"Nothing happened."
Li Hai smiled at him, "Alright, we can begin."
Saying this, he reversed the operation of the 《Lotus》 Scripture, transforming a deadly poison recorded in the 《Zhou Family Poison Arts Compendium》—the Hundred Revolutions Heart Pill—from 虛 into reality and injecting it into the Armored Man's body. This medicine had only one function: to increase pain sensation, and its amplification factor was ninety-nine times.