"Yang Qingning, what else do you have to say?" The man's voice was like a thunderclap exploding in the field. It lingered on the "Lightning God Arena" for a long time, even shattering the faintly discernible aura. It was clear that the man's cultivation was profound.
This man was called Wu Renwang, the disciplinary elder of the Five Elements Court. Currently, he had the highest attainment in the "Nine Yang Divine Thunder", so for many years, he had always been the executor of the "Double Nines".
"As a human, I have no regrets!" Yang Qingning raised her head and looked up at the sky. Her eyes were resolute, fearless, and with a clear conscience.
Her words had nothing to do with her crime. Everyone only thought that she had lost her mind because of fear.
"These are your last words?" Wu Renwang asked.
Yang Qingning didn't say a word. Her gaze fell slightly on Yan Li. She frowned for a moment, then turned to Ji Hyun-woon, her killing intent cold.
Ji Hyun-woon didn't expect her to still have killing intent towards him at the last moment. He couldn't help but scold, "Stupid woman, go to hell!"
"The time has come, summon the Soul Piercing Nails!" Wu Renwang shouted.
"The time has come, summon the Soul Piercing Nails!" A voice repeated from within the cracked slope. Then, the sound of wheels could be heard. Several people pushed out a platform equipped with pulleys. On top of it, there was a large box that seemed to be made of ice. Even in the scorching heat, it was still emitting cold air.
The platform was pushed to Wu Renwang's side. One of the people pulled out the board of the ice box, revealing the situation inside.
This was the Soul Piercing Nails?
Everyone was shocked. They saw that there were a total of eighty-one nails as thick as a finger buried in the ice box. The nails were prismatic and had four sharp edges. They looked like carambola that had been slimmed down. They had two sharp tips and were entirely blue in color. Even from a distance, they could feel the extreme Yin energy emitted from them.
Yan Li couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. This item was probably not only used for torture, but also for battle. It was an extremely powerful divine weapon.
"Yang Qingning, I'll ask you one last time. Do you have anything else to say?" One of Wu Renwang's hands burned with thunder and fire.
"I have nothing to say!" Yang Qingning closed her eyes.
"Then just bear with it!" Martial Human King's eyes shone with radiance. His hand, which was ignited with thunder and fire, was now completely red. He reached into the box and took out a nail.
As soon as the Soul Piercing Nail entered his hand, a layer of ice immediately appeared on his hand, which was already red from the heat. It could be seen that if it wasn't for the heat, it would have been frozen into an ice cube. Without another word, he tossed it out and it entered the first major acupoint on Yang Qingning's body — Guan Yuan.
The Guanyuan Acupoint was located in the lower abdomen, directly below the Qihai. It was the most important acupoint in the human body.
The execution method was also very particular. Different orders would cause different kinds of pain to the person being tortured.
When the Soul Piercing Nail entered his body, there was no trace of blood. Because the wound was immediately frozen, the power of extreme Yin invaded his body and began to wreak havoc.
Yang Qingning felt as if her bones were being bitten by ants, itching and painful. She gritted her teeth and did not cry out. She even resisted the temptation to rub her body with the lightning chain to stop the itch. Just like in all the other moments of her life, she would never bow down and give in.
"Let's see how long you can last!" Wu Renwang laughed sinisterly. He stretched out his hand to grab the nail and tossed it out.
The second acupoint was the Clavicle Well, located at the midpoint of the shoulder peak. It wasn't a vital point, but it was still a major acupoint. In an instant, the itch and pain multiplied. Originally, it was already unbearable. Now that it had multiplied, it was not something a human could resist.
Yang Qingning bit her lips hard, causing blood to flow. Her entire body was about to collapse, but she was restrained by the chains.
The audience seemed to be somewhat disappointed that the second nail couldn't make her cry out. What they wanted to hear was the ruthlessness hidden in their bones.
At this moment, Wu Renwang felt the same way as the audience. He simply couldn't imagine how such a weak girl could be so stubborn. He refused to believe it. He no longer hid his cold smile and stretched out his hands to grab two nails and tossed them out.
This time, it was the Blood Sea and the Wind Pond. The former was just above the knee, but the latter was above the forehead, a vital acupoint of the human body.
Both nails pierced into Yang Qingning's body. From the depths of her throat came the sound of broken bellows. Her eyes rolled back and her entire body trembled as if she was sick.
"Oh —" Everyone in the audience was focused.
"Still not crying out?!" Wu Renwang's pupils shrank. This had already surpassed the previous record of three nails and reached the level of four.
But so what if she broke the record? This was not something to be proud of.
At this moment, Wu Renwang's ruthlessness had subsided. He wanted to see how long Yang Qingning could endure. He wasn't in a hurry and tossed them out one by one. However, it actually lasted until the tenth nail.
When the eleventh acupoint was pierced by the Soul Piercing Nail, Yang Qingning finally couldn't bear it anymore and let out an extremely shrill scream.
As if it was some kind of inducing signal, a scream was let out, but it didn't stop just because it was vented. Instead, it was like a flood that broke the dam, wave after wave, converging into a tragic movement.
It wasn't just the scream. She was practically like a wounded beast, desperately trying to break free from the chains. Her dignified oval face was no longer cold. It was twisted like a devil, revealing the ugly side of her that she didn't even know she had.
"Good!!!" The audience erupted in cheers, as if they had witnessed the wrath of the heavens. But they themselves couldn't hear their own cheers, which sounded like the howls of a jackal.
Yan Li felt like he had just woken up from a nightmare when he heard the cheers. He was drenched in sweat. He looked around and saw that the faces of the people around him were also flashing with the fierce glint of a jackal.
He suddenly felt some sorrow from the bottom of his heart. To him, Yang Qingning wasn't an irreconcilable enemy. Witnessing her death wasn't something to be happy about. This was also the reason why he didn't want to come in the first place.
Suddenly sensing something, his gaze fell on Liumu Bingjian, who was sitting a few chairs away. Other than the fierce glint on her face, there was also pleasure, indifference, mockery, and malice. When she noticed that someone was looking at her, she returned a warm gaze and her expression softened. "Brother Yan, is there something on my face?"
He shook his head and forced a smile. "It's nothing." Then he watched as Liumu Bingjian returned to the stage. Pleasure, indifference, mockery, and malice.
But wasn't he the same?
In fact, he was even more malicious, hurting others, hurting the woman he loved deeply.
His heart ached. He closed his eyes and didn't look anymore. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked straight at the opposite stage. He saw that Emperor Han was looking at him. His eyes were cold, filled with hatred, indifference, and hatred.
He was the one who caused Yang Qingning's fate. As her fellow disciple, wasn't it reasonable for Emperor Han to hate and hate him?
He avoided the other party's gaze because he knew how painful hatred was. This was the only time. Only this time. He would let her have her way.
He didn't know how long it took for the nine sets of eighty-one Soul Piercing Nails.
At the end, Yang Qingning's vocal cords were completely damaged. The sound she made was worse than a broken bellow. If a beautiful woman could only make such a sound, she would rather die than make another sound. She would rather be a mute.
But Yang Qingning couldn't because it was too painful.
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