588: Kneeling on the cliff

"Ah—!!! My hand!!!"

Old Black Mu let out a heart-wrenching, shrill, and inhuman scream!

Intense pain flooded his consciousness like a tsunami!

That left hand, which carried his last hope, along with the wrist, was completely trampled into a pulp by Yao Delong's foot!

Flesh and bone fragments splattered at the bottom of the pit!

That incomparably precious space fixing talisman, stained with Old Black Mu's blood and shredded flesh,

fell onto the cold gravel with a "clink."

Yao Delong bent down and, as if picking a flower, disdainfully pinched the bloody jade talisman with two fingers and scanned it with his Divine Thought.

"A space fixing talisman? And a Mother Talisman at that? It's quite a good item."

A flash of realization crossed his eyes, which then turned into disdain.

"A pity that it can only locate the position of the connected Sub-talisman; it's useless to me. The Nine Nether Sect really went all out."

He casually tossed the jade talisman back into the pit like trash, and it happened to land right on Old Black Mu's face, which was distorted by agony.

Old Black Mu's screams continued like those of a dying beast. Yao Delong's eyes were cold, devoid of any pity.

A wisp of pale gold Great Sun Divine Fire ignited at his fingertips, and the divine fire instantly extended,

transforming into several scorching and resilient divine fire chains that wrapped around Old Black Mu's limbs, neck, and Dantian like living creatures!

The chains sank into his body, instantly sealing his violent Demonic Essence and vital energy!

"Hmm? You black-skinned freak have a decent Physical Body foundation. Sealing your cultivation alone isn't enough."

Yao Delong frowned slightly. Even though Old Black Mu was heavily injured and near death, that Hundred Fiends Demon-Forging Body still instinctively tried to struggle, causing the chains to tremble slightly.

"Then let's add another layer of insurance!" Yao Delong snorted coldly and pointed his fingers like a sword!

A phantom of the Heart Sword flashed in his Sea of Consciousness, and a streak of Heart Sword Power, refined to the extreme and containing the will of nirvana, shot from his fingertip and instantly entered Old Black Mu's crown!

Buzz!

A miniature sword formation composed of countless tiny golden sword shadows formed directly within Old Black Mu's Sea of Consciousness,

like the harshest cage, completely locking down and suppressing his Primordial Spirit!

The invisible sword silk transformed from the Heart Sword Power embedded itself deeply into his Primordial Spirit Origin, bringing continuous pain like being pricked by needles and seared by fire!

"Lit...tle... Blackie?"

Old Black Mu was tortured by this double Seal to the point that even his screams turned into whimpers. Hearing this insulting nickname,

his remaining right eye bulged, filled with bloodshot veins of humiliation,

as he glared deathly at Yao Delong, his throat letting out an unwilling "he-he" roar.

"What? Not convinced?"

Yao Delong's lips curled into a demonic smile as he raised his foot and seemingly casually stepped on Old Black Mu's collapsed chest at the bottom of the pit!

Bang!

A burst of clever force erupted!

Old Black Mu's massive body, like a black cannonball being shot out,

brought with it a piercing sound of breaking air, tracing a wretched arc before accurately smashing down less than three feet away from Bai Chi!

Gravel and dirt splattered, leaving Bai Chi covered in dust and his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!

"El... Elder!" Bai Chi exclaimed subconsciously, his body instinctively leaning forward to help.

"Hmm?" Yao Delong's voice, cold as the Nine Nether winds, pierced into Bai Chi's ears like a sharp sword,

"Did I tell you that you could move?"

Thud!

Bai Chi shuddered all over and knelt straight again faster than a rabbit, his forehead pressed firmly against the ground,

his whole body stiff, not even daring to breathe loudly, as if the heavily injured and dying Old Black Mu beside him was the world's most terrifying plague!

"Pfft—!"

Old Black Mu, with injuries piled upon injuries from the impact, suddenly spat out another large mouthful of foul blood mixed with organ fragments.

He felt like all the bones in his body had fallen apart, and the demonic body sealed by the divine fire chains throbbed with waves of scorching pain,

while the sword formation in his Sea of Consciousness was like ten thousand steel needles repeatedly piercing his Primordial Spirit!

Humiliation! Boundless humiliation! A humiliation even worse than death!

He, Old Black Mu, a dignified Void Refining Great Expert and a fierce general of the Nine Nether Sect's Law Enforcement Hall,

was actually being toyed with and having his dignity trampled upon like a dead dog by a mere Soul Transformation junior today!

"I'd... I'd rather die than... kneel..."

Old Black Mu used the last of his strength, stiffening his neck, and squeezed out a few words from between his blood-stained teeth,

his eyes holding the final stubbornness and dignity of a Void Refining expert.

"Your bones are quite tough?"

Yao Delong stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down from above, his gaze like that of someone looking at an interesting toy.

"Fine, this seat will see which is tougher: your bones or my sword formation!"

He stood with his hands behind his back, his mind shifting slightly.

Chih, chih, chih, chih—!

The miniature sword formation locking Old Black Mu's Primordial Spirit was instantly activated!

It was no longer a gentle imprisonment but erupted with a sharp edge!

Countless tiny golden sword shadows, like billions of red-hot steel needles carrying the Nirvana Sword Intent,

began to frantically pierce, cut, and burn Old Black Mu's Primordial Spirit Origin!

"Argh—!!!"

Old Black Mu suddenly let out a scream a hundred times more shrill than when his wrist was broken earlier!

His whole body was like a shrimp thrown into a pot of boiling oil as he suddenly arched his back, every muscle in his body convulsing and twitching uncontrollably!

His eyeballs bulged, bloodshot, almost popping out of their sockets!

Pea-sized beads of sweat mixed with blood instantly soaked his entire body!

It was an indescribable, inescapable, and extreme pain originating from the deepest part of his Soul! It was a thousand, ten thousand times more tragic than any torture in the world!

After half an incense stick's time... Old Black Mu could still let out beast-like howls, his body struggling violently as he tried to fight the pain of his Primordial Spirit being torn apart.

After one incense stick's time... the howls turned into intermittent, bellows-like gasps, and the magnitude of his body's twitching grew smaller and smaller,

his gaze began to wander, and the light of his Primordial Spirit rapidly dimmed under the erosion of the Nirvana Sword Intent.

After one hour (two incense sticks' time)... Old Black Mu's tower-like body completely went limp like a pile of mud.

The intense pain had already destroyed all his will and dignity. His eyes were hollow, leaving only the most primal fear and pleas for mercy from the pain.

"I... I'll kneel... I'll kneel!! Please... I beg you... stop... stop it, aaaaah—!!"

Like a dying worm, using his only intact right arm and shoulder,

as well as his twisted legs, he struggled desperately and pathetically,

moving and propping up his own weak body, which had also had its cultivation sealed,

inch by inch... Finally, under Yao Delong's indifferent gaze,

amidst the horrified gazes of countless spectating Cultivators and the fearful eyes of Bai Chi beside him—filled with the grief of a fellow creature—the once notoriously powerful Void Refining expert of the Eastern Region, Old Black Mu,

covered in blood and dust, with a collapsed Soul and endless humiliation,

like the lowliest prisoner, bent his knees and knelt heavily at the entrance of Ghost Cry Cliff!

His head was pressed firmly against the cold ground! Together with Bai Chi beside him, they formed an extremely ironic "Scene of Kneeling at the Cliff"!

"Humph."

Yao Delong snorted coldly, and with a thought, the frantic piercing of the sword formation in Old Black Mu's Sea of Consciousness finally subsided,

leaving only a continuous, faint stinging pain that was enough to keep him conscious yet wishing for death.

As for the five remaining Black Fiend Guards who had long since lost the power to resist, Yao Delong didn't even bother to spare them another glance.

With a wave of his sleeve, an ancient Yin and Yang Qi Refining Bottle, circulating with Yin and Yang Qi, appeared out of thin air.

The mouth of the bottle emitted a powerful suction, like a black hole, instantly pulling in the five limp Black Fiend Guards.

He would not show any mercy to enemies who attempted to harm Qiong Shuang and Luo Yan; they would become excellent "Materials" inside the Qi Refining bottle.

Nine Nether Sect, Law Enforcement Blood Hall.

Hall Master Permanent Nothingness was holding a jade pen carved from "Vengeful Soul Blood Jade,"

making notes on a beast skin scroll drawn with complex formation patterns. Suddenly!