It was like having a nightmare in broad daylight, and all the suffering in the nightmare was real and vivid.
The agony had already drenched Jiao Lie through and through, to the point that he couldn't even muster his inner strength.
Fear had devoured his reason completely.
He had utterly lost the courage to keep fighting.
"Tell me, where is Gao Yangjun, who exactly is he?"
Ling Xiao looked coldly at Jiao Lie.
He wasn't in a hurry to kill the man, because some things needed to be asked clearly first.
"I know! I know!"
Jiao Lie nodded repeatedly.
At this moment, he was like a prisoner who had suffered extreme torture and finally gave up resisting.
He would answer whatever others asked, for fear of angering Ling Xiao, fearing this cruel fellow would stab him to death with a sword.
Even now, he could still feel the longsword in Ling Xiao's hand inside his body.
A slight push forward, and he would fall dead on the spot.
He didn't want to die.
