He was indeed a good-hearted Cultivator at heart.
But these Sin Cultivators, one worse than the other, and all stubbornly tight-lipped.
Forcing him, with no other choice, to research such punitive formations.
He was really helpless…
Mo Hua sighed internally.
Then, immediately focused his keen gaze, observing Jia Ren's reaction.
As soon as Jia Ren kneeled, although showing anger, his face looked normal, and it even carried a trace of disdain as he looked at Mo Hua, snorting coldly.
As if to say, is this all?
This is what you improved?
The more you improve, the worse it gets.
But soon, his expression changed.
As the pain deepened gradually, and the Five Elements Formation cycled through different layers, rich and detailed tortures continuously tormented his flesh.
And bit by bit, wore down his will.
After a short while, Jia Ren's face turned deathly pale.
Like drinking strong liquor.
Soft at the entry, but with a ferociously strong aftereffect.
A tremor-inducing pain shot straight to his forehead.
Jia Ren's expression twisted, his body trembling like a sieve.
But this pain, hovering at the edge of limits, made him want to faint, yet he couldn't pass out, only able to drown in the sea of suffering, struggling bitterly…
Watching this, Gu Changhuai's eyelids twitched.
Taoist Court's "torture" was not nonexistent.
He had also used various torture devices.
But such a torture device, mild yet cruel and creatively designed, he had truly never seen before…
This kid Mo Hua, seemingly innocent-faced, but too crafty on the inside…
"How does it feel?"
Mo Hua asked crisply.
As if he had prepared a dish and was asking about its taste…
"Little devil, one day, I will kill… ah—"