Chapter One Hundred and Three: Torment

Seeing Xiong Batian's arrogant demeanor, Chi Lian's eyes blazed with fury.

"Alright, calm down. We still need you to oversee the situation here. I will go negotiate with Emperor Xiong!"

Mang Huang stood up and flew out of the great hall. Meanwhile, Xiong Batian walked out of the hall, making his way back to his quarters at a leisurely pace.

"Hmph! Let's see how you lord it over me now! Hahaha! Well done, Di'er! I must make haste as well!"

At this thought, Xiong Batian halted his steps, turned around, and headed toward the place where Yao Ye was imprisoned.

Passing by Xiong Xiao's residence, Xiong Batian walked over. Xiong Xiao, who was meditating inside, sensed his presence, opened his eyes, and hurriedly walked out of the room.

"Greetings, Patriarch!"

Xiong Batian, currently riding high on his success, stepped forward to support Xiong Xiao.

"No need for such formalities! Come with me to interrogate Yao Ye!"

Xiong Xiao stood straight, looking at Xiong Batian in confusion. In his memory, Xiong Batian had never acted so amiably.

Noticing Xiong Xiao's look, Xiong Batian smirked with immense pride. "Let me tell you, Di'er has been taken in as a disciple by a powerful figure! So, hmph, no one will dare bully us again!"

"Congratulations, Patriarch! The Young Master is young and promising indeed! This is a great blessing for our clan!"

"Hahaha! Since my son has helped us so much, we cannot lag behind. Let's go. We must subdue Yao Ye as soon as possible!"

The two arrived at the dungeon. Looking at the motionless Yao Ye, Xiong Batian burst into laughter.

"Yao Ye! I advise you to submit early. That way, you will suffer less. I promise that as long as you submit to me, you will enjoy endless wealth and glory. At the same time, I will allow you to rebuild the Celestial Demon Wolf Clan. What do you say?"

Yao Ye lifted his head, looking at the two of them without uttering a word or moving an inch. Xiong Xiao pointed at Yao Ye and spoke in anger.

"Yao Ye! Don't do this the hard way! You are nothing but a prisoner now. If we kill you, your Celestial Demon Wolf Clan will be completely finished!"

Yao Ye remained unmoved, lowering his head once more. Xiong Batian snorted coldly and shot a glance at Xiong Xiao. Understanding the silent command, Xiong Xiao dragged Yao Ye out of the cage.

Yao Ye was like a wooden puppet, offering no resistance. Xiong Xiao bound him to a pillar, produced a long whip, and sneered.

"Hmph, Yao Ye, take a good look! This is the Scorpion Whip, lined with barbs. Every strike will tear away a large chunk of your flesh. You'd better think this through!"

Yao Ye did not even spare Xiong Xiao a glance. Xiong Batian looked at Xiong Xiao and barked, "What are you waiting for? Strike!"

With a sinister grin, Xiong Xiao walked over with the Scorpion Whip. He raised it high and lashed it fiercely across Yao Ye's back!

Yao Ye's eyes flew wide with fury. He clenched his fists, biting his lower lip until blood seeped out. His body convulsed, yet he did not make a single sound. Xiong Xiao sneered.

"Oh? Quite tough, aren't we? I wonder how many lashes you can take. But I have a new game. Do you want to try it? As long as you hand over the Cauldron of Creation or submit, I can spare you!"

Yao Ye kept his lips tightly sealed, remaining silent. His gaze did not waver in the slightest, as calm and undisturbed as stagnant water.

"Very well! You have successfully angered me! Now, enjoy the show!"

Xiong Xiao raised the whip once more, but this time, he infused it with a spiritual attack. The high-raised whip lashed down brutally onto Yao Ye's back!

This time, Yao Ye could no longer endure it. He collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony. As the whip pulled away, flesh and blood splattered from his back.

His entire back looked as though it had been turned over by a plow, with not a single patch of intact skin left. What was most unbearable was that, due to the stimulation of Xiong Xiao's spiritual attack, the pain was magnified nearly tenfold!

Yao Ye bit off a small piece of flesh from his own lip. His clenched fists drove his fingernails deep into his palms, and blood dripped down drop by drop. The only thing that remained unchanged was his gaze.

Chi Lian sneered. "Hmph, how does that feel? Not very pleasant, is it? I advise you to be smart and stop this futile resistance!"

Yao Ye's eyes flashed with an eerie, demonic light. Combined with the bloodshot rims, his gaze was bone-chilling. Seeing this, Xiong Xiao raised the whip again, giving Yao Ye no time to catch his breath.

After several consecutive lashes, white bone was exposed in several places on Yao Ye's back. His eyes rolled back, his mouth gasped open, and he lost consciousness.

"Enough! Don't beat him to death. Have someone come and stop the bleeding, and give him something to eat while you're at it."

Seeing how stubborn and unyielding Yao Ye was, Xiong Batian felt both furious and frustrated.

"Yes!"

Xiong Xiao put away the whip and threw Yao Ye back into the cage. Yao Ye was like a lamb to the slaughter, completely at their mercy.

"Patriarch, I heard that the Demon Race has a secret technique to control the mind. Why don't we...?"

Xiong Batian glanced at Xiong Xiao. "We'll see. Let's go back first. Hmph, he completely ruined my good mood!"

Xiong Batian swept his sleeves and left, with Xiong Xiao hurriedly following behind. Although Yao Ye had lost all his cultivation, his physical body was, after all, at the early stage of the Spirit Attunement Realm. Combined with the healing properties of the Cauldron of Creation, he slowly began to recover.