Lu Ping had originally thought that this person who had suddenly launched a sneak attack definitely had some sort of clear goal. In the end, he did not even know his and Zi Mu's intentions. This was something he had not expected.
He could not help but raise his eyes and carefully examine the person squatting in front of him. The other person was masked, clearly not wanting to reveal his identity. But for a cultivator, a small trick like concealing one's face was really childish. This did not require any special ability. The perception of a Chong Chi Soul 6th Stratum was enough to clearly see the facial features behind a thin layer of cloth. As for the mask of the Mizar Peak Secret Envoy, it was made of a special material, and could not be compared to normal rags.
Lu Ping did not really understand these things. Right now, he could not use his soul power, and naturally had no way of seeing the true appearance of the person behind the mask. But staring at the other person like this, caused the other person to be unhappy.
"I really don't like the look in your eyes." As the other person spoke, the right hand that was placed on the wound on Lu Ping's left leg suddenly exerted force, and pressed against Lu Ping's wound.
However, the miserable screams and struggles he had been expecting didn't come. Lu Ping didn't even frown.
"I couldn't tell, little brat, you're a tough guy." As the other spoke, his hand exerted more force. But Lu Ping was still indifferent. He even lowered his head to look at the wound that had been squeezed to the point where the flesh had turned inside out. But he still did not show any expression of pain.
Did it hurt?
Of course, this was like rubbing salt on the wound. Naturally, it was doubly painful. Lu Ping's senses were not slow.
He only felt pity for the other person. After escaping the organization for three years, he was still familiar with the ability to endure pain. After all, it was something that had accompanied him almost every day for as long as he could remember. He did not die. He used his astonishing willpower to endure all kinds of pain. At that time, his soul power had also been sealed. At that time, he was even younger than now. At that time, the pain he experienced was more than a hundred times stronger.
This little pain?
If not for the fact that the situation was not looking good, Lu Ping would have the heart to laugh.
The other person also stopped in his confusion. He wasn't surprised that Lu Ping could endure the pain, but he couldn't understand why Lu Ping looked so calm as if nothing had happened.
"I have at least a hundred ways to torture people. There are some things that you can't even imagine, "the other party said.
Hearing this, Lu Ping almost laughed out loud.
A hundred types? Is it a lot?
He had endured so much pain that he was too lazy to count them all.
"So you'd better behave yourself." When the man said that, Lu Ping didn't even bother to look at him.
"Seems like I have to teach you real pain," said the man. He raised his hand again, but this time, he didn't use such a superficial method of squeezing the wound. A force of soul shot out from his fingertip and drilled into Lu Ping's wound. Then, he began to enjoy the changes in Lu Ping's expression.
Lu Ping frowned slightly.
This pain. Compared to the pain caused by flesh and blood before, it was indeed much stronger. It was indeed an injury that only cultivators could cause.
But … this is more like it!
This was the type of pain that Lu Ping was familiar with. The organization's experiments on him had always been on the aspect of soul power. As a matter of fact, Lu Ping didn't have to endure the previous physical injuries. What was more dreadful was the soul power's attack on his body and its destruction. He had experienced all kinds of pain and pain more often than not.
At this moment, it was nothing more than this kind of pain. It was indeed more unbearable. He really couldn't be as calm as before. However, it wasn't that he couldn't endure it.
A pained expression appeared on Lu Ping's face. This was caused by the Soul Power attacking his body, and he could not help but feel agitated. As for his opponent, he still didn't want to pay attention to him. He was thinking if he could fool the opponent by pretending to be dead. However, fortunately, the opponent was a cultivator from the North Style Academy. This kind of superficial trick was probably useless.
"Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit." The other party snorted coldly when he saw the painful expression on Lu Ping's face. He raised his hand again. The soul that had just drilled into Lu Ping's body. Suddenly, like a living creature, it retreated back to where it came from.
"I ask, you answer." The other party reiterated his rule again.
"What are you doing in the Clipped Cloud Valley?" It was still the same question.
Lu Ping also didn't want to resign himself to death. He had always been trying his best to survive. He was still thinking about Su Tang, Siffin, Morin, Teacher Chu Min, and Guo Youdao's ideals. He was thinking about Zhenfeng College.
However, he really couldn't use the soul power at this moment. It wasn't that he didn't try.
Thus, he decided to tell a lie and use this method to deal with the other party.
"Eh, I was just taking a stroll." Lu Ping said.
"I see that you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin!" The other party immediately became angry. Lu Ping's casual lie seemed to be looking down on and humiliating him.
"If you don't speak, then die!" This time, he didn't hold back. He used his hands to gather a ball of light and fiercely blasted it towards Lu Ping. He didn't try to heal his wounds. He just used this comprehensive, thorough injury.
"I only have three seconds of patience left." The other party said coldly.
Lu Ping only felt that his entire body was covered by the soul power. The pain was incessantly stimulating his nerves.
His face was already somewhat distorted. This pain was ten times stronger than before.
If it really didn't work, could he just say it? Lu Ping thought. At the same time, he was also thinking about whether he could come up with a more elaborate lie.
"Time's up." The other party had already said coldly. Three seconds was really very fast.
"Go to hell!" The other party said mercilessly. He turned around and left with unusual determination. He only gave Lu Ping three seconds. He really did what he said.
But … … what about the killer move?
Lu Ping looked at the other party's back doubtfully. He was originally prepared to say something. But the other party suddenly turned around and left. He was very determined. Very quickly, in the blink of an eye, he had already rushed out in the direction that Zi Mu had left.
Did he really think that this move would be enough to kill him?
The soul power was still invading Lu Ping's body. This attack didn't disappear just because the other party had left. Perhaps he thought that this continuous damage was enough to take Lu Ping's life. But Lu Ping really didn't think so.
Although he looked very thin and weak, his ability to withstand soul power was abnormally strong. He didn't know if it was the result of many years of training in the organization, or if it was the physique of a Heavenly Awakened with six connected spirits.
In short, die?
Chopping off Lu Ping's head was a crude method. He would die. But this was even more terrifying. Unless a cultivator had reached a certain realm, they wouldn't be able to use their special ability. But Lu Ping might not be able to use it.
He endured the pain and struggled to get up. He looked at the wound on his left leg. It was bleeding non-stop. To him, it was even more of a headache.
As for the damage caused by the soul power in his body … …
How long was the longest time he had endured such a level of soul power? Lu Ping tried to recall, but he couldn't remember.
Because it was an insignificant record. He didn't even bother to remember it.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the soul power in his body suddenly changed. The soul power that was invading his body suddenly gathered together and started to release its power.
Oh … … If that's the case … …
Lu Ping felt that this was bad, very bad. With such an explosion, his body would be torn apart. His tolerance towards the damage from the Soul Power was no longer a deciding factor.
The only thing that could stop this kind of explosion was the soul power. Although he couldn't control it, but at this time, other than trying again, what else could he do?
He gritted his teeth!
He gathered the soul power that had been causing trouble.
He only had one thought in his mind.
He didn't want to die.
The dean wouldn't want him to die either.
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