After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

Q Little Yama said coldly.

I don't know anyone named "Nine Phoenixes" in the group chat...

Little Yama broke the ropes binding Prince Zuo and then touched Prince Zuo's joints.

“But I know Ghost King Da.”

Do you know who Ghost King Da is?

The Left Prince looked on with disdain.

"Ghost King? The Ghost King is nothing more than a minor marshal of the underworld, not even worthy to carry Jiu Feng's shoes!"

The Ten Underworld Marshals are subordinates of the Ten Kings of Hell, and can be considered as mid-to-lower-level leaders. As a true god, Jiu Feng is incomparable to these lowly mid-to-lower-level leaders of the underworld.

The Left Prince wondered what kind of person this Little Yama King was, what his lineage was, and how terrifying his backing was. Now it seems that the only person he can boast about is the Ghost King.

It's laughable.

Little Yama's expression turned solemn.

"What do you know? Ghost King Da is the successor of the ancient boxing style of Dongxia. After I met him, I felt like we were old friends. To express his respect for me, Ghost King Da specially taught me a skill."

"The Left Prince said sarcastically."

"Fancy moves or empty techniques?"

As soon as he said that, Prince Zuo regretted it. His life was still in the hands of Little Yama, and he had dared to be so foul-mouthed.

But as soon as this self-deprecating thought came out, Prince Zuo flew into a rage.

Who was he? He was a member of the royal family of Chu, a prince second only to the emperor, protected by the Nine Phoenixes above him and supported by countless commoners below him. Yet now he had been captured and tortured by a commoner of unknown origin with crude methods.

This commoner had better hope that Jiu Feng could escape before realizing the problem, otherwise, if he prayed that Lu would come and Jiu Feng would capture this woman alive, the Left Prince would let the Little Yama King know what hell is!

Little Yama, however, seemed not to be angry at all, and replied calmly.

"It's a claw technique, called..."

Little Yama dislocated the joints of the Left Prince.

"...Dislocating Tendons and Bones Technique!"

……

Outside the bedroom.

Leng Qing and Mu Yuan leaned against the wall outside the door. Mu Yuan took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, with the cigarette case facing Leng Qing.

Leng Qing took one out, put it in her mouth, and asked.

"Illusion?"

"if not?"

Mu Yuan also lit a cigarette, took a drag, and exhaled two puffs of smoke from his nostrils.

Leng Qing lit a fire for himself and took a drag.

The taste in my mouth and the sensation in my body were indistinguishable from the real thing.

Mu Yuan's illusion magic had reached its peak; creating these incredibly realistic smoke illusions was merely a matter of turning his hand over.

Leng Qing felt a little envious.

"I've heard from many people that you must be the most frugal executive in the entire company. You can conjure up food and drinks with magic, and even a girlfriend."

Mu Yuan smiled.

"To you, my illusions are no different from reality, but to me, I know all too well the difference between reality and illusion. The benefits of illusions are not as wonderful as you imagine."

Leng Qing was about to say something more when a very faint groan suddenly escaped from the crack in the door of the Left Prince, so faint that it was impossible to hear without careful listening.

Both demigods possessed extremely strong senses. A normal person might have thought it was their imagination upon hearing this groan, but Leng Qing and Mu Yuan not only clearly heard the sound, but they were also certain that there was unbearable pain within it.

Leng Qing and Mu Yuan exchanged bewildered glances.

Not long after, another groan, filled with suppressed pain, escaped from inside the room.

Mu Yuan shook his head.

"This Kosui is really ruthless. That voice... I've only seen the Department of Homeland Security use it against some terrorists."

There are two types of pain: one that can make you scream hysterically, and the other that can make your internal organs scream out.

Another type is when you can't even make a sound, and all that's left is the trembling pain of suffering.

Clearly, the pain inside the house is the second type.

Leng Qing took the half-smoked cigarette out of his mouth and exhaled smoke.

"This Prince Zuo seems quite spirited. Will we be able to get anything out of him through interrogation?"

Mu Yuan said with disdain.

"Even the most professionally trained special agents wouldn't dare say they could withstand every form of torture in the world, but this Prince Zuo, whose skin is so delicate he's almost like a young girl..."

"Ha ha……"

Leng Qing nodded secretly.

Although it sounds inhumane to say this, pain and torment are the fastest and simplest ways to destroy a person's self-esteem and confidence.

Leaving aside some superhuman geniuses and those with professional training, 99.999% of normal people cannot withstand torture.

You don't even need torture to be so terrible; you can beat someone into submission with your fists and scare them so much they wet their pants.

The Left Prince inside the door was clearly among the 99.999% who were in this group. The painful groans had only lasted for ten seconds when a weak, sobbing voice said something.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything..."

"Let me go..."

"Let me go..."

Mu Yuan exhaled white smoke into the air and said jokingly.

"A bit faster than I expected. People these days really haven't experienced hardship." (6￡三！ ≌四(⌒々℃≥))

Leng Qing retorted.

"You talk as if you've ever tasted it yourself. How long could you endure torture without surrendering?"

"Of course I surrendered before the torture even started."

Leng Qing: "(?_?)"

Mu Yuan looked completely at ease.

"I can't withstand torture anyway, so why suffer and then surrender? Surrendering first will save me from another beating."

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Inside the Left Prince's bedroom.

Little Yama removed his hand from the body of the Left Prince, who had collapsed into a mass of flesh.

"very good……"

Little Yama shook his hand, his face showing disgust.

The Prince Zuo was being tortured by the Dislocating Bone Hand technique, and sweat was pouring out of his body like a fountain. Now, Little Yama's hands were covered in the Prince Zuo's sweat, sticky and a bit disgusting.

"Tell me, what can you tell me honestly?"

The Left Prince took a few weak breaths, his tearful eyes looking at Little Yama with a wronged expression.

He had just struggled, and his pride had been tormented, but as a prince who had lived a life of luxury and had never suffered much hardship since childhood, there was a 99.999% chance that when torture was inflicted, he would find that his dignity, the education he had received since childhood, and everything he had believed in the past were actually insignificant in the face of pain.

The remaining 0.001% of people definitely do not include Prince Zuo.

So Prince Zuo admitted defeat and was beaten into submission. Now he doesn't even dare to give Little Yama a meaningful look, and just says weakly.

"I know... about the treasure vaults of the Daming Palace..."

Prince Zuo swallowed the saliva that had uncontrollably dribbled from the corner of his mouth due to the pain. (≌↑】×→)

"Our Daming Palace's treasury contains mountains of gold, countless rare and precious materials, and magical artifacts passed down from ancient times."

Prince Zuo tried his best to make his expression sincere, but because he had never learned how to flatter others, his facial expressions were distorted and ugly in Little Yama's eyes.

"I can take everything out of here and give it to you..."

The fact that the other side came to Chu capital must be for their own benefit.

In most cases, the benefits are defined as nothing more than gold, silver, rare and precious materials, and various magical artifacts.

Fortunately, our own Chu capital has plenty of these things.

Prince Zuo was very confident that the treasures his family could provide would satisfy the young girl in front of him.

Little Yama walked up to Prince Zuo and grabbed his knees with both hands.

The Left Prince's eyes widened in fear.

"What I'm saying is true! Do you want gold, silver, all kinds of magical treasures, and elixirs of immortality?"

Little Yama has already begun to dislocate tendons and bones.

This excruciating pain can be compared to a muscle cramp, but compared to the natural cramps of humans, the artificial cramps created by Little Yama are dozens or even hundreds of times more intense.

What does it feel like to be tens or hundreds of times more painful than a muscle cramp?

Guilt feels like not wanting to be human anymore.

The Fourth Prince's eyes were wide open, his veins bulged, and sweat gushed out again, soon covering his entire body in sweat.

But the Left Prince did not call out.

Prince Erzuo was in so much pain that he no longer had the strength to cry out.

Half a minute later, Little Yama stopped and said coldly.

"You don't think that someone came to the underworld just for some worthless gold and silver jewelry and useless elixirs of immortality, do you?"

The Prince Zuo made a series of gurgling sounds in his throat, and after a long while, he finally spoke weakly.

Zero: "You, you want... which artifact of our Chu clan... or do you want me to kill... someone..."

They don't like hoarding gold and silver treasures, nor do they want rare and precious materials.

What kind of appetite does this guy on the other side have?

Surely you can't afford to have a grudge against a high-ranking member of your own Chu royal family and then have to become a spy to kill someone?

Little Yama reached out and touched the sweat-drenched shoulder of Prince Zuo.

"You're being dishonest..."

Little Yama could feel the muscles in the shoulder of his subordinate, the Left Prince, tighten.

Little Yama's voice was cold and sharp.

"You keep rambling on and on about things to appease beggars. Do you think someone like me can be easily fooled by you with just a few words?"

In ancient times, the rulers implemented a policy of "fishing the people." In most rural areas, if you could read, you could get a job in the village, and the more capable ones could even become clerks in the government office.

Therefore, during peasant uprisings, a few simple slogans like "The Blue Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise" or "The Unborn Mother, the Empty Homeland" could easily sway the people, causing them to gamble away their wealth and lives for nothing.

So all that talk about gold and silver, rare and precious materials, and elixirs of immortality is just a way to fool Little Yama.

Little Yama knew very well that even though Prince Zuo was now in his hands and could be manipulated at will, the guy still looked down on him deep down.

They rarely keep their word.

"You'll find out what happens when you offend me!"

Little Yama twisted the muscles of the Left Prince's shoulder. Beneath the thick skin and flesh, it seemed as if a snake was growing, the twisted bulge constantly writhing back and forth, and this back and forth brought extreme physical pain.

Little Yama tortured Prince Zuo for a full minute.

Before the Left Prince could roll his head back, the torture of dismembering his bones and tendons stopped, and he was thrown onto the third floor.

Prince Zuo, whose whole body was so weak that he could barely breathe, was breathing weakly. His once sharp eyes were now filled with grievance and pity, to the point that he was making ridiculous, puppy-like whimpering sounds from his nose.

Little Yama kicked the Left Prince's lower abdomen with the tip of his shoe.

"Want to try my dislocating and breaking technique again?"