Li Daoren burst into manic laughter, his eyes filled not with madness but with a fierce glare.
He stared intently at Mu Feng. If he could have a second chance, he would never have appeared before Mu Feng, nor would he have foolishly spoken those words.
He only regretted revealing some information previously, which had allowed Mu Feng to learn more.
Mu Feng's gaze was as cold as a blade. "I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it."
"But it's alright. If you want to experience what it truly means to wish you were dead, I will certainly oblige."
"I hope you can remain as hard-boned as you are now."
"Pah!" Li Daoren spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, his expression turning even more ferocious. "Mu Feng, do you think I'm easily scared?"
"I have lived for over a hundred years, and I have never feared anything until now."
"Without that resolve, do you think I could have cultivated to my current realm? What I needed wasn't just talent, but resources and my own strongest willpower."
"Without this conviction, achieving what I have now would be absolutely impossible. Yet, my hundred years of cultivation have been ruined by you with a single word."
"Even if I die, I will turn into a vengeful spirit and haunt you day and night."
As he spoke these words, the hatred in his eyes reached its peak, as if it could materialize at any moment.
A cold smile flickered across Mu Feng's face. "Good. I welcome you to come find me as a vengeful spirit anytime. But for now, you should experience what it means to wish you were dead."
"When you die and go to hell, this might be the feeling you get."
"Don't be afraid. This is just a warm-up for you."
After he finished speaking, several silver needles appeared in his hand. He swiftly inserted them, gently twirling the ends of the needles.
The tips of the silver needles trembled incessantly.
It was as if an invisible thread connected all the silver needles together.
At this moment, Li Daoren felt surges of spiritual energy throughout his body, like blades slicing and spinning within him.
This pain was not like being cut by a knife; it was a bone-deep agony.
Even his willpower and tolerance for pain could not stop him from letting out agonizing screams.
A seed of fear had begun to sprout in his heart.
If the pain continued like this, he might not be able to endure it for much longer. However, he couldn't bring himself to say the words he wanted to, as he was too proud. Moreover, his hatred constantly urged him not to reveal the truth to Mu Feng.
Whether it was the past events or the matters Mu Feng wanted to know now, the secrets had to be kept. Only by keeping Mu Feng in perpetual doubt could the people behind him better target him.
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and forced out a sentence, "Mu Feng, I will wait for you on the Yellow Springs road. I believe it won't be long before you join me."
"Although I am no match for you, you have no idea how powerful the Alliance is."
"Even someone like me, a top expert, doesn't rank in the top five within the Alliance. The Alliance Leader is a terrifying being who could suppress me with just one hand."
"If he finds out that you dare to treat me like this, he will absolutely not let you off easily."
"I don't know how many great contributions I have made to the Alliance. He will surely avenge me!"
After speaking, he screamed out in agony, venting his pain and rage to his heart's content.
Mu Feng's brow furrowed, and he inserted another silver needle.
Li Daoren's screams abruptly ceased.
His eyes were filled with disbelief. Mu Feng had sealed his acupoint of silence with just a single silver needle. This was by no means a simple blockage of meridians.
Mu Feng's voice was calm. "I've already told you, this is just a warm-up. Don't rush. There will be plenty of time to play later."
With that, his hand moved even faster.
The silver needles were inserted one by one.
With the appearance of each silver needle, the pain intensified compared to the last.
When Mu Feng still had a few silver needles left in his hand, he paused his actions. He knew that if he continued, Li Daoren might not be able to withstand such pain and would die directly.
A playful glint appeared in his eyes. "How do you feel now? If I gave you a chance, would you still be as hard-boned as you were before?"
Li Daoren had already reached his limit, tormented by the pain.
His eyes were filled with extreme pleading; at this moment, he only craved release.
The thoughts of revenge he had just harbored had completely vanished. Now, he had only one thought: he wanted to die.
He didn't want to live for another second. The pain pierced his soul, making him feel as if his soul were being ground in a millstone, constantly being pulverized.
Mu Feng's smile became even more pronounced.
"So you can beg for mercy after all. I thought you would remain as hard-boned as you claimed. I admired your backbone, but you've disappointed me. It's only been less than ten minutes."
"And you've already compromised?"
"I originally thought an expert like you would last at least half an hour, allowing me to thoroughly enjoy myself."
"What a shame!"
There was no emotional fluctuation in Li Daoren's eyes; only pleading remained.
However, Mu Feng acted as if he hadn't noticed.
Time slowly passed again.
For Li Daoren, each second felt like a year.
Finally, just as his pain reached its peak and his spirit was utterly broken, Mu Feng casually pulled out a silver needle.
Li Daoren's eyes suddenly brightened. "Mu Feng, give me a quick end!"
"Whatever you want to know, I will tell you everything, I absolutely will not conceal anything."
"I swear to heaven, if I speak a single false word, may that pain accompany me until death."
Upon hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Mu Feng's face. "Don't you know what I want to know? There's no need to play these games with me. If you want to continue experiencing that pain, next time I'll extend the duration to an hour."
"Don't worry, I have plenty of ways to keep you alive and well. I won't let you die in pain."
"Trust my medical skills. I will absolutely keep my word."
Li Daoren shook his head like a metronome. "I'll tell you now. Please, give me a quick end."