“Wretches, wretches!”
Watching their own clansmen, under Chu Feng’s coercion, actually undo the ropes binding the Starfall Holy Land members one by one, the unaffected Bloodthirsty Demon Clan members gnashed their teeth in fury.
They felt this was a betrayal of their clan, a disgrace to their people.
In an instant, the clan members began hurling insults, their rage suggesting they’d tear their compromising kin to pieces if they could.
“You lot, don’t just stand there. Speak. What’s your purpose here? Why capture them?” Chu Feng demanded of the Bloodthirsty Demon Clan members.
“Hmph, I’m not spineless. Kill me, torture me, do what you want—you won’t get a single word out of me,” the apparent leader said defiantly.
“Oh? Let’s see just how much backbone you’ve got.”
As Chu Feng spoke, he waved his arm. Countless needle-like objects shot from his sleeve like rain, precisely embedding themselves into the bodies of every Bloodthirsty Demon Clan member present.
This time, Chu Feng wasn’t targeting just one person—he unleashed his torment on all of them.
The needles pierced their bodies, ravaging their souls. The pain was unbearable, and soon, wails filled the air, a scene of utter misery.
To an outsider, it might have seemed like a hell on earth, or demonic cultivators tormenting innocent souls.
Yet the reality was the opposite.
These were demonic cultivators suffering torment.
Witnessing this, many onlookers felt their hairs stand on end, their gazes toward Chu Feng tinged with fear.
Though Chu Feng was on the side of righteousness, his methods were somewhat ruthless.
In that moment, they couldn’t help but feel grateful.
Thankfully, Chu Feng was on their side, not their enemy.
Otherwise, facing such an opponent would be far too terrifying.
“It’s… useless. We Bloodthirsty Demon Clan members swear to never betray our clan.”
“No matter how you coerce us, you’ll gain nothing.”
The apparent leader spoke through gritted teeth, his voice trembling and weak. It was clear he was struggling to endure Chu Feng’s torment.
Yet his tone carried a hint of provocation and mockery.
And indeed, as he said, the clan members’ resolve seemed to harden.
Despite Chu Feng’s questions, they endured the pain, refusing to answer.
Their courage was undeniable.
After all, compared to untying ropes, betraying their clan’s secrets was a far graver matter.
But Chu Feng remained unperturbed, a faint smile on his face as he calmly observed the situation.
He was waiting for the right moment. Torment wasn’t just physical—it was a mental and spiritual assault.
Unless one’s will was exceptionally strong, ordinary people couldn’t withstand it. Chu Feng was waiting for the moment when the clan members’ mental fortifications crumbled.
When that happened, their entire mental fortress would collapse.
And so, Chu Feng waited a full half-hour before speaking again.
“Only one of you gets a chance.”
“The first to speak and reveal your purpose here will be spared.”
“The rest will die,” Chu Feng declared.
“I… I’ll talk, I’ll talk.”
“I’ll talk, I’ll talk.”
…
This time, multiple voices spoke up simultaneously.
Among the first to speak was even a Venerable-level expert.
They were indeed courageous and resolute, but faced with a singular opportunity, their selfish sides emerged.
This was human nature!!!
“Well, well, looks like not all your Bloodthirsty Demon Clan members are as courageous as you,” Chu Feng said to the apparent leader, noting the many who had capitulated.
“Damn it, you useless, useless, useless fools!!!”
The leader roared hysterically, his killing intent palpable. But it was futile—they were all like grasshoppers in Chu Feng’s hands, devoid of freedom, let alone the ability to harm others.
Seeing the leader driven to madness, Chu Feng smiled with satisfaction, as this was exactly the effect he wanted.
Ignoring him, Chu Feng approached the first to speak—a First Rank Venerable-level expert from the clan.
“You spoke first, so this chance is yours. But a word of advice: answer my questions truthfully, or what awaits you is a fate worse than death.”
Chu Feng’s expression was chillingly cold, making it clear to all that his words were no jest—he was fully capable of following through.
“I will, I will, I’ll tell you everything. Please, no more torment, I beg you, I beg you.”
The clan member’s voice trembled with a sob, his entire body shaking. He even curled into a ball, clearly unable to endure any longer.
Seeing this, the Starfall Holy Land’s Holy Master and the Ghost Sect Hall’s Hall Master exchanged glances.
They said nothing, but their eyes conveyed admiration.
Admiration for Chu Feng.
With sufficient strength, compelling the Bloodthirsty Demon Clan to talk wouldn’t be difficult for figures like the Starfall Holy Land’s Holy Master or the Ghost Sect Hall’s Hall Master.
But as seasoned leaders who had weathered countless storms, it was expected that they possessed such means.
Chu Feng, however—a young junior—had effortlessly broken the Bloodthirsty Demon Clan’s resolve, which caught them by surprise.
At the very least, the methods Chu Feng displayed were not those one would expect from someone his age.
As for Chu Feng, he began posing his questions to the Bloodthirsty Demon Clan member.
