Elder Ji slightly raised his head, glanced at Mo Hua, and asked, "You... pulled me out, for what purpose?"
Mo Hua did not hide it, "I want to ask you something."
Elder Ji frowned, "What is it?"
Mo Hua said, "The wound on your chest, where did it come from?"
Elder Ji said, "I told you before, it was from a fiendish beast."
"What fiendish beast?" Mo Hua asked.
Elder Ji’s face changed slightly, then he slowly said, "A... tiger demon..."
Mo Hua raised an eyebrow and asked again, "What did it look like? Where did it injure you?"
Elder Ji was silent for a moment, frowning, and asked, "Why do you ask these questions?"
Mo Hua’s face showed no smile, "You’re questioning me?"
Elder Ji froze, then a slight anger rose in his heart. He looked up and met Mo Hua’s eyes, which were as dark as ink and as deep as an abyss, making his courage instantly vanish.
"It was... outside Tongxian City, in Big Black Mountain, a second grade middle phase tiger demon, with black and white patterns, extremely fierce, it took the lives of at least ten of my brothers before being subdued..."
Mo Hua’s gaze turned a bit grim, "And then?"
"Then..." Elder Ji’s eyes flickered, "Then naturally, we killed the tiger demon, divided its body, and avenged my brothers..."
Mo Hua’s expression turned icy, and he asked again:
"Why would you go to Tongxian City to kill a second grade tiger demon for no reason?"
Elder Ji said softly, "Because there was a Sect task to handle, we just happened to pass Tongxian City, stayed overnight in Big Black Mountain, lit a fire, and this fiendish beast blindly charged at us, we had no choice but... to kill it..."
Mo Hua slowly nodded.
He took out a strangely shaped iron plate, threw it on the ground, and then ordered Elder Ji, "Kneel on it."
There was no way Elder Ji would kneel.
Mo Hua’s eyes turned cold, revealing a murderous intent.
Elder Ji had no choice but to voluntarily kneel on the iron plate.
But the moment his knees touched the iron plate, Elder Ji let out a scream, his expression changed drastically, an indescribable pain pierced into his muscles and bones.
Elder Ji’s face turned ashen immediately, struggling he attempted to stand up.
Mo Hua pointed a finger, a Water Prison Technique landed, binding Elder Ji’s limbs, firmly restraining him on the iron plate with the Formation.
Elder Ji only felt thousands of needles piercing his knees.
These needles were mixed with the Power of the Five Elements, roasting with fire, blistering with water, stabbing with gold, intoxicating with wood poison, stiffening with earth... circulating endlessly, the levels of pain were intricate and rich, cleverly designed.
Elder Ji wanted nothing more than to die.
He had never suffered such pain in his lifetime.
"Mo, Young Master Mo... please..." Elder Ji’s voice trembled, the pain made it hard for him to speak.
Mo Hua ignored it, leisurely poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and moistened his throat, then slowly said:
"I don’t like being lied to."
"Think it over, when you’re ready to tell the truth, speak up. Otherwise, what you say doesn’t sound as good as your screams..."
In his heart, Elder Ji increasingly felt that Mo Hua was like a "ghost" who had just crawled out of the Netherworld.
Mysterious, sinister, and malicious.
Clearly with an innocent face, yet taking pleasure in torturing people.
The Formation’s torture device was still running, the pain continued.
Elder Ji couldn’t hold it any longer and hurriedly shouted:
"I will speak! I will speak!"
But Mo Hua kept drinking tea, as if he was "deaf" to his words, ignoring them.
Elder Ji shouted, "I’m speaking! I’ve told you!"
Mo Hua still didn’t hear.
The pain only deepened.
Elder Ji’s heart was on the verge of collapse, "Young Master, Lord... Ancestor, I will say! I will tell everything!"
Mo Hua seemed to finally hear this, withdrew the Water Prison Technique, turned off the Formation on the torture device, and sighed lightly:
"See, if you had spoken earlier, all would have been fine. Suffering so much pain, was it necessary..."
Elder Ji was both hateful and frightened.
He completely understood that there was no room for bargaining while in this lad’s hands.
If he truly annoyed him, this lad could indeed "play" him to death.
His previous assessment seemed correct.