293: 172: Suo Lun turns the tables!
Slapping Fang Qingshu in the face!_2 293: 172: Suo Lun turns the tables!
Slapping Fang Qingshu in the face!_2 This statent prompted Yan Nai’er to take a careful look at her, then she stopped speaking altogether and focused solely on hastening their journey.
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Yan Nai’er and Zhi Yan did not pause for even a mont, and they went without sleep or rest, but the round trip still took a full two days.
By now, thirty-six hours had passed since Suo Lun was locked in the Dragon Sacred Hall Tribunal.
Fang Qingshu interrogated with three questions, asked no less than thousands of tis.
“The first question, what Dragon Mark relic did you obtain?”
“The second question, where did you obtain the Dragonfla Crystal?”
“The third question, Bloody Shore Lost City lies deep within the Barbarian Domain, where any human would undoubtedly die upon entering, yet with your low martial abilities, how were you able to co and go unhard?”
With each instance, the three spiritual masters exerted even greater spiritual power, crushing Suo Lun’s spiritual defenses.
Stronger than before, each ti stronger than the last.
After twenty-four hours, Suo Lun’s spiritual power had begun to wane, his eyes starting to look hazy.
His spirit and will were on the verge of collapse.
However, this outco had already shocked Fang Qingshu imnsely.
How could this Suo Lun, with such poor cultivation, have such strong spiritual power?
But no matter how strong, it was futile, he was destined to collapse and perish.
Either to be hanged or to be released as a walking corpse.
After thirty hours, Suo Lun was keeping himself up only by relying on the spiritual power released by Yao Xing.
He had answered the three questions no less than three thousand tis.
Thirty-one hours later, his eyes could no longer see anything, he couldn’t even make out Fang Qingshu’s face.
Thirty-two hours later, he could barely hear Fang Qingshu’s voice, as if it were coming from clouds nine heavens away, incredibly distant, he answered the questions purely by instinct.
Thirty-three hours later, he could no longer feel the existence of his brain, nor his body.
Thirty-four hours in, he thought death would be more comfortable than this.
To just lie down, to end this terrible torture and nightmare.
At this mont, the tornt he suffered was more than a hundred tis worse than the days and nights of ng Tuoluo’s torture.
ng Tuoluo’s torture was rely physical, and perhaps for so bizarre reason, it did not involve blinding or castrating, as if they maintained the integrity of Suo Lun’s body while torturing him.
But today’s ntal torture made Suo Lun truly wish he could just die and be more at ease.
On Earth, the most terrifying thod of interrogation wasn’t severe flogging, but rather sleep deprivation and exposure to intense light, repeated ten tis, a hundred tis, a thousand tis.
However, compared to the spiritual torture Suo Lun was facing now, the fatigue interrogation on Earth was nothing but child’s play.
Although he had not slept for just thirty-four hours, Suo Lun was under the incessant crush of imnse spiritual power every mont, rapidly depleting his energy and will.
This was equivalent to an ordinary person not sleeping for half a month or a month, not for a single minute; it wasn’t just about collapsing, but being destroyed.
No matter what he would encounter afterwards, Suo Lun would rember the interrogation by the Sanctuary Tribunal, which would haunt him for life.
Of course, that was assuming he could walk out of here alive.
So far, no one who entered the Tribunal had co out alive and intact.
Thirty-five hours in, Suo Lun could no longer perceive anything around him, he couldn’t even hear the distant voice of Fang Qing anymore.
His lips chanically answered these three questions.
Fang Qingshu’s mouth curled into a cold smile, the person before him was about to collapse and perish.
As for whether he would spill the truth about colluding with the Barbarian Tribes, Fang Qingshu didn’t care at all.
He knew about ng Tuoluo’s existence better than anyone because they had been classmates and fellow disciples for years, and he had personally witnessed most of what had happened to ng Tuoluo.
If one were to talk about colluding with the Barbarian Tribes, the first to be captured would be Zhi Li and Zhi Ning.
After all, ng Tuoluo’s Serpent Tribe had been under Zhi Ning’s fist in the Great Mountain for a long ti.
But people are different; Zhi Li and Zhi Ning could use the Barbarian Tribes openly and legitimately.
However, for Suo Lun, just the suspicion of colluding with the Barbarian Tribes was enough for Fang Qingshu to kill him.
Now, his task was to legally crush Suo Lun to death.
And right then, there was a knock on the door.
Fang Qingshu went behind the door, all ears.
“Young Master, Princess Zhi Yan has arrived, and she’ll be here in four hours,” a voice ca from outside.
anwhile, inside, Suo Lun continued to chanically answer questions, completely unaware of anything happening around him.
“Understood,” Fang Qingshu said, and then raised his hand in the darkness.
It was a signal, the ti had co, no more gas, ti to kill Suo Lun!
Instantly, the three spiritual masters in the darkness unleashed an incredibly powerful spiritual force, at least five tis, ten tis the strength of the previous one.
Moreover, it was relentless, like tidal waves.
In an instant, Suo Lun’s already fragile spiritual defense completely collapsed and was destroyed.
Just like a dam of a reservoir that was already on the brink of its limits, suddenly the water level surged by several ters, and the dam could no longer bear the pressure, breaking down and collapsing.
The tidal waves surged into the city behind the dam, about to clean sweep everything inside in an instant.
Imdiately, Suo Lun’s body began to tremble violently as if electrocuted, shuddering.
Then, his pupils dilated suddenly, and he began to shout mysterious phrases incessantly.
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