Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 421 - 264: The Perverted Old Demon, Truly More Ruthless than King Yan! (Seeking Subscription) _2

Chapter 421: Chapter 264: The Perverted Old Demon, Truly More Ruthless than King Yan! (Seeking Subscription) _2

This Palm Wind was indeed miraculous; it seemed as if it could transfer his Sword Qi elsewhere.

Yang Li no longer looked at him, as she knew that this palm strike, gathered from decades of her cultivation and hastily executed, was still capable of suppressing this abnormal exhibitionist despite the internal resistance caused by her body’s hairs.

As she soared into the air, her gaze swept below like an eagle.

Her remaining strength was reserved for dealing with that pure-seeming slut!

For she had noticed that this pure-seeming slut’s cultivation was even higher than that of the natural slut!

However, as she swept her gaze below, she could not spot the pure-seeming slut.

Seeing the roof approaching, she was about to crash through it to escape, thus she couldn’t help opening her mouth to scream for help.

Yes, both escaping and yelling should definitely work!

At that moment, Murong, whose body was already tilted from the shock, trembled once more, accompanied by the sound of a crane’s call.

Hearing the crane’s call, Yang Li was startled.

Where?

She had been monitoring the location of the pure-seeming slut, but it was only when the crane’s call sounded that she looked again towards the natural slut.

Could the natural slut also perform this move?

And still had the strength to execute it?

In the next moment, Murong’s body hair burst out wildly, turning into flying Divine Needles.

He wasn’t shedding much hair and wasn’t a White Tiger, but in that instant, he became a complete White Tiger, utterly clean.

Because she had been searching for Duan Yun’s whereabouts and overlooked Murong suppressed by the Palm Wind, when Yang Li reacted, it was already too late.

Her mouth, opened wide from shock, was instantly penetrated by Murong’s body hair, emitting a strange cry from her throat.

In just an instant, her body twisted as she fell to the ground.

It was then that Duan Yun finally appeared from behind Murong.

Fortunately, his extraordinary wisdom had led him to the technique "Crane Plucking Feathers," which could not only use his own body hair as Divine Needles but others’ as well.

Yang Li hit the ground, and Murong together with Duan Yun quickly pounced on her, pressing several of her acupoints, each grabbing one of her arms.

In just a moment, Yang Li’s facial color swelled and turned purple, her body convulsed continuously.

Those hairs, they were so awfully itchy and painful!

"You, who are you? Spare me!"

Yang Li had already given up resisting and pleaded for mercy.

"Yuzhu Duo, Acting for Heaven," Duan Yun replied.

"Yuzhu demons!" Yang Li exclaimed, shocked.

In fact, earlier, she had a slight suspicion, but hearing these words from Duan Yun and Murong’s mouths startled her even more.

Who would have thought, these two old demons had gone mad, disguising themselves as women to infiltrate the Mingyu Palace, and unexpectedly attacked her unethically.

Hearing her words, the expressions of Duan Yun and Murong darkened at the same time.

Murong grabbed her neck and asked, "Speak! Where are Ning Qing and Ziyu?"

"Ah?" Yang Li expressed pain and confusion.

"The ones you captured from us, Ning Qing is also your disciple, speak quickly!" Murong pressed her.

"I, I don’t know!" Yang Li answered.

"Bullshit, you as an elder, capturing two such important people and you don’t know?" Murong said anxiously.

"I, I really don’t know! I know Ning Qing, but I didn’t know she got captured!"

"Really, really!"

"Please let me go! I am in so much pain and itchiness!"

"No, kill me!"

"Please kill me!"

"You are my parents! I will offer incense to you even after my death!"

At this moment, Yang Li had reached the brink of breakdown.

Seeing her like this, Duan Yun and Murong felt that she might not be lying.

"Could it really be that she doesn’t know?" Murong pondered.

"Let her catch her breath first, we will continue questioning her later," Duan Yun said.

With that, the two of them released her hands.

Yang Li frantically slapped her own acupoints several times, barely managing to unblock them.

Having mastered Mingyu Skills, the acupoints in her body had already shifted, so Duan Yun and the others hadn’t hit the critical points, and it wasn’t difficult to undo.

In an instant, she quickly mustered her True Qi to expel the hairs.

Duan Yun and Murong watched her, ready to restrain her again as soon as her condition slightly improved, to continue their interrogation.

They had realized that the torture effect of the Immortal Crane Divine Needle was quite strong, enough to force out the information they desired.

They still had plenty of hairs.

Well, to be precise, Duan Yun still had some left.

After all, the hairs he had just shot were mostly Murong’s.

But moments later, Yang Li, amidst concentrating her energy, suddenly rolled over and began frantically scratching herself with both hands.

Murong and Duan Yun were startled.

Murong couldn’t help but caution: "What are you doing! Stop playing tricks!"

Yang Li looked at them, her hands already a blur of motion.

"Stop scratching, force the hair out first," Murong said.

Yang Li’s eyes nearly popped out as she retorted hoarsely, "I’ll force you..."

"Wait!"

Murong and Duan Yun wanted to stop her, but it was too late.

There was a ’snap’. Yang Li scratched her own neck, her throat shattered, and blood spurted everywhere.

Her eyes widened in shock, but soon showed an expression of relief.

Everyone knew that the hair burrowed into her body was the main culprit, causing her indescribable suffering that could be described as an unprecedented form of torture.

She knew she needed to force the hair out!

But the hair was embedded too deeply, and with the nearing True Qi, it twisted madly causing both pain and itchiness to reach extreme levels until she choked.

In this state of choking, she couldn’t force out the hair.

Thus, she could only scratch to relieve the itch and pain, almost wishing to tear out her own flesh and blood.

Unable to bear the agony, she only could, with endless hatred, scratch at her own vital neck.

She didn’t want to die, yet she had no choice but to.

These two old demons are real devils!

In her life, she had caused many to fear, to suffer humiliation, to die, embodying the concept that "insult is an art"; if not artistic, then insult to death.

Unintentionally, she had become a figure of fear both inside and outside the palace, like a devilish fairy.

But who would have thought, there are those even more ruthless than her.

Thus, she was about to die!

To her, death was even a kind of release.

Finally, she need not endure the pain and itching.

But then, a sizzling sound was heard, and her eyes saw a flash of lightning.

Then she found out, despite having scratched her throat to death, she did not die.

"No wonder you are called the Great Evil Demon of Mingyu Palace, willing to scratch yourself to death but refusing to divulge information, you seem intent on frustrating us two young heroes to death. But who allowed you to die!"

As Duan Yun used Fingertip Thunder to revive Yang Li, he complained.

Yang Li was shocked!

Even death was not allowed?

Even King Yan wasn’t as harsh as you!

This was the first time Yang Li realized what a Great Evil Demon truly is, what real torture is.

She was forcibly being kept alive, continuing to itch and hurt until explosion, until madness.

What’s called worse than living, begging for life but not receiving, begging for death but unable.

This was it!

At this moment, she felt that even death was a supremely beautiful thing.

Her body twitched, her shattered throat rolled, wanting to speak but unable to produce sound.

"No good, this evil witch is forcefully trying to interrupt your healing, she doesn’t want us getting the information."

"This old lady is too ruthless!"

Murong, seeing this, said anxiously.

Duan Yun gritted his teeth and continued to increase the intensity of the Fingertip Thunder, repeatedly struggling with Yang Li.

At this moment, a knocking sound suddenly came from outside the house.

Duan Yun and Murong looked over, their expressions grave. freeweɓnøvel~com

We agreed no one should come near this courtyard!

Murong, looking at the door, squeezed his voice trying to imitate Yang Li, and chided, "Who dares, the elder said no one is allowed close!"

"Heh! Elder Yang sure has a big temper."

Outside, a woman’s voice sounded.

Simultaneously, the door latch previously secured by Duan Yun slipped through the air.

The door creaked open, revealing a snowy white figure.

Skin white as the moon, a long dress as white as the moon, yet a person bright as the stars.

Ming Xing, Second Palace Master of Mingyu Palace, pushed the door entering, but suddenly stopped in shock.

She just saw the brashly presumptuous Elder Yang lying on the floor, convulsing and twitching, her body scratched nearly beyond recognition, and beside her, two men.

One man with fingertips sparking, as if wanting to pierce through Elder Yang’s throat, the other without pants, eyes weary.

Where did these perverted demons come from!

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