"Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you."
The mysterious figure sneered a few times and shouted angrily.
He was firmly pinned to the wall by the red tassel spear Ye Xuan thrust out, unable to move. Blood flowed from his chest, sending waves of stabbing pain, distorting his features into a hideous grimace.
"Oh, a tough mouth, huh?"
Ye Xuan chuckled; he enjoyed dealing with stubborn people like this. After all, Ye Xuan had plenty of time to play with those who refused to talk.
"Hmph!"
The mysterious figure snorted, clearly disdainful of Ye Xuan's ruthless methods.
"Very well, I like it. I hope you'll keep being so tough-mouthed in a bit."
Ye Xuan showed a look of contempt, his red tassel spear suddenly lifting and slamming the mysterious figure violently to the ground. The impact caused the figure to spew blood from his mouth and cry out in pain.
But the more this happened, the less the mysterious figure was willing to talk!
