Section 187

Oriental Le'an instantly appeared behind Xia Feng, sharply extending his hand to grab Xia Feng's arm, pulling downwards with the momentum, intending to break off one of his arms!

Tearing off Xia Feng's limbs one by one, this was his objective, and also the beginning of this punishment!

But when he exerted force, Oriental Le'an was stunned.

Xia Feng's arm was like profound gold and iron; no matter how much strength he used, he couldn't break it.

"Impossible, You are just a Martial Emperor, why do You have such a powerful physique!"

Oriental Le'an's eyes widened; everything before him somewhat exceeded his understanding.

The gap between a Martial God and a Martial Emperor could even be described as the difference between heaven and earth. Xia Feng was merely a Martial Emperor, so why couldn't he, a Martial God, even break through his physical defense?

"Trash!"

The next second, Xia Feng directly turned around and slapped Oriental Le'an across the face with an impatient expression.

"Slap!"

This slap made Oriental Le'an dizzy and see stars.

Before he could react, Xia Feng kicked him in the stomach again.

"Boom!"

Oriental Le'an was sent flying backward at high speed, crashing through several city walls, and spitting out blood in a sorry state.

"No, no, no! How could You hurt me, I am a Martial God, I am a God!"

He quickly stood up, his face full of shock and disbelief as he roared at Xia Feng.

"You are a Martial God, I am Your Father!" Xia Feng sneered, directly pulling out a nearby willow tree.

Cutting off a willow branch as thick as a waist in no time, he strode towards Oriental Le'an and then violently smashed the willow branch onto Oriental Le'an's backside.

"Don't You like to talk about reason? I'm telling You, I'm Your Father!" Xia Feng grinned sinisterly, hitting and cursing as he went, "A Father beating his son is an even more righteous thing, no matter if You are a Martial God or not!"

"No, no!" Oriental Le'an hurriedly raised his hand, trying to resist Xia Feng's attack.

But to his horror, the moment he touched Xia Feng, his entire body's Divine Power seemed to sink into a quagmire, unable to exert even a bit!

And Xia Feng's physical strength far surpassed his, which resulted in Oriental Le'an being brutally beaten by Xia Feng all the way!

Intense pain exploded on his body. Oriental Le'an, this Young Master who had been pampered since childhood, broke through to Martial God relying on the resources of the God Domain, and had hardly experienced any life-and-death battles.

Coupled with Xia Feng's attacks that seemed to be enchanted, each blow made him suffer unbearable pain, wailing repeatedly.

"What are You doing, get away!"

"Ouch, ouch, stop hitting me, please!"

After hundreds of blows, Oriental Le'an was in tears and snot bubbles, extending his hand in agony and crying out to Xia Feng.

Xia Feng was also stunned for a moment. This Oriental Le'an was too cowardly, couldn't he even bear just this much pain?

Although he had amplified the feeling of pain Oriental Le'an endured in the dream world, he was sure that this feeling didn't reach the pain he experienced during his transformation after consuming the purple thunder fruit.

Just this little bit of pain completely broke Oriental Le'an's defense. Xia Feng's contempt and disdain for him deepened.

What if he was a Martial God.

These Martial Gods from the God Domain seemed to have broken through too easily, they couldn't even resist this much damage, other than their Realm, they were completely trash.

Chapter 230: Torturing the Martial God Severely in the Dream

"You're begging me, but begging me is useless." Xia Feng sneered, the strength in his hand increasing, "A son's fault is the father's fault. For You to become like this, it's all my fault!"

"No, no! Stop quickly!"

Xia Feng's words were almost nonsensical, beating Oriental Le'an until his skin was bruised and bleeding, making him cry out in misery.

But his begging was useless. Xia Feng's purpose in dragging him into the dream this time was to torture him and completely destroy his Dao Heart.

In the real world, Xia Feng couldn't possibly be Oriental Le'an's opponent.

The gap between a Martial God and a Martial Emperor was simply insurmountable.

That's why he thought of this surprising move.

To defeat an enemy he currently couldn't defeat, attacking the mind might be the best choice.

Xia Feng had only intended to try it out, but he didn't expect this Oriental Le'an's psychological resilience to be so fragile, giving up after just a couple of hits.

This, however, opened up Xia Feng's thinking.

"This is only the first day, don't worry..." He showed a sinister smile, making Oriental Le'an's hair stand on end.

At first, Oriental Le'an didn't understand what Xia Feng meant, but in the following days, he truly understood what pain and torture were.

The powerless Oriental Le'an was constantly abused by Xia Feng. Unable to match Xia Feng's Physical Body, he was treated like a ball, kicked into the prison of the Great Xia Empire's Imperial Capital with one kick.

Afterward, Xia Feng inflicted every single punishment recorded in the Ministry of Justice on Oriental Le'an.

From light to heavy, from shallow to deep.

What Xia Feng wanted was to completely destroy Oriental Le'an's psychological defense line.

Where had this pampered Young Master, Oriental Le'an, ever endured such things? In no time, he was screaming incessantly, instantly forgetting his dignity as a Martial God, constantly bowing his head and begging Xia Feng for mercy.

Until one time, when the punishments Xia Feng inflicted started to become heavier, just as the executioner was cutting off a piece of tender flesh from Oriental Le'an's arm, Oriental Le'an suddenly erupted.

The power he forcibly unleashed instantly broke free from the chains, directly destroying the entire prison of the Great Xia Empire's Imperial Capital. Xia Feng's eyes widened, and he quickly soared into the air.

"Although his psychological will is weak, he is still a Martial God after all. Excessive stimulation will cause him to lose control..."

Feeling the faint Divine Power spreading in the air, Xia Feng frowned tightly.

Oriental Le'an below felt the return of his Divine Power and was immediately overjoyed, looking up and laughing heartily.

But after Xia Feng glared at him with a cold gaze, Oriental Le'an instinctively shivered and became as obedient as a grandchild.

There was no other way, the memories Xia Feng had given him during this period were too profound, and Oriental Le'an's heart already had a shadow.

After much hesitation, Oriental Le'an still chose to escape the Great Xia Empire first. Xia Feng was too strange; even though he had recovered some Divine Power, he didn't have the idea of immediately seeking revenge.

"I need to observe for a few more days, there's something fishy about this kid, he can even Seal my Divine Power..."

Oriental Le'an flew through the air at high speed. He shook his head, completely unable to understand.

In his understanding, Xia Feng used some unknown means to forcibly drag his Realm into Half God, and then defeated him with terrifying physical strength.

As for how Xia Feng actually did it, Oriental Le'an found it difficult to comprehend.

It was like an ant suddenly possessing human strength, anyone who saw it would be dumbfounded.

But not being able to understand was also normal, after all, who could find true rationality in a dream?

Xia Feng watched the fleeing Oriental Le'an and didn't show any reaction.

The entire world was created by his projection; if he wished, he could make Oriental Le'an appear before him with a single thought.

However, before that, Xia Feng still needed some time.

Oriental Le'an recovering some Divine Power in the dream proved one thing - if subjected to excessive stimulation, a Martial God's power could forcibly break free from the control of the Dream Pearl.

Although the Dream Pearl was Heaven-Defying and could control a Martial God's dream.

But Xia Feng's strength was still too weak, and the rank of the Dream Pearl, which grew with him, was still too low.

If Xia Feng could break through to Martial God, then the Dream Pearl, which would evolve with him, would likely be able to firmly trap Oriental Le'an in the dream world, and even if Xia Feng killed him, he wouldn't realize it.

"I need to slow down."

Xia Feng closed his eyes and began to meditate cross-legged.

He needed some time for the Dream Pearl to recover its power, to see if he could hypnotize Oriental Le'an and Seal his Divine Power again.

This process was very long, and a thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

When Xia Feng opened his eyes again, the power of the Dream Pearl had almost recovered.

He found Oriental Le'an again, and when the other party saw Xia Feng, his heart also calmed down a lot.

A thousand years was enough to significantly dilute his psychological shadow.

At the Realm of Martial God, a thousand years was just the time it took to sit cross-legged and have a deep sleep.

Seeing that Xia Feng, a Heaven Rank Martial Emperor, actually dared to come looking for him, Oriental Le'an immediately showed a cruel smile.

The sky cleared, the rain stopped, and Oriental Le'an felt like he was capable again.

Only when Xia Feng's iron fist smashed onto Oriental Le'an did he suddenly realize that the Divine Power he relied on seemed... gone again.

"Aren't You a Martial God, aren't You a high and mighty God? Come on, let's practice." Xia Feng charged forward with a sinister grin, once again brutally beating Oriental Le'an like a turtle son.

Xiao Qingxue's departure and Summer Bright's disappearance became the motivation for Xia Feng to vent his anger. He truly didn't stop once he started, beating Oriental Le'an until he saw stars. That feeling of fear not only returned but also became more profound.

The days of torture began again.

This time, Xia Feng controlled the intensity just right, not to excessively stimulate Oriental Le'an's spirit and make him go berserk.

With his weak willpower, as long as he wasn't stimulated, he would be firmly controlled by Xia Feng in this dream world.

Three thousand years, five thousand years, eight thousand years.

Oriental Le'an felt that this period of time was too long, so long that he doubted whether he had lived for another eight thousand years or eight hundred thousand years.