Pain.
The pain of the heart being drilled.
The pain of flesh being cut.
The pain of bones being pierced.
It was like having a steel fork skewered through the heart, followed by a brittle sound of âsnapâ.
It was like having a blade cut your flesh into thin pieces and serve on a plate for others to taste.
It was like the scraping motion of a rusty iron knife over the bone, like a hungry wolf chewing a boneââ
The pain was not just physical, but mentally.
If the soul was a little person, then the dragon nail was a pair of scissors.
Screechââ
The little person was cut into pieces with blood flowing everywhere.
From the inside out, or from the outside to the inside.
Because it was too painful, it makes it difficult to find out exactly where the pain comes from and where it goes. Since, every part, each corner was in pain, was burning.
This was a pain that a life cannot bear, a pain that the body cannot bear.
Li Muyangâs body was shuddering.
It was not just his body that was shaking, also his soul.
âAhhhâââ Li Muyang cried out in agony.
It had nothing to do with cowardice, nothing to do with toughness; it was just the normal reaction of the body.
Li Muyang never knew such pain existed in the world. His sufferings and torments as a child, and the dragon suppressing formation that he had encountered in Stupa city, were nothing compared to this.
He wanted lose consciousness and wanted to die immediately.
But, what was worse was that he had to stay awake.
He had to be more awake than ever.
He could clearly feel that a nail, which seemed to have been frozen for thousands of years inside an iceberg, was drilling through the top of his head.
It was not inserted in all at once, but made him digest the pain carefully.
It was very slow, piercing through little by little.
Where the nail was pierced into, your thoughts will gather there and your attention will follow.
It was as though there was a pair of eyes in the sky, your own eyes, watching that ice-cold nail insert into your head, little by little, inch by inch.
It was piercing cold, but it felt like a wildfire was burning in the brain.
It will burn his head to coal and ashes.
Cheââ
The black netherworld nail was completely inserted into the top of his head, and the inside of the brain froze.
Because the cold was too biting cold, there were frosts forming inside the brain. The whole brain had went blank, only the piercing pain was spreading down.
All the way down, down to the cracks of the bone.
The bone was suddenly heavier by thousands of kilograms, that makes one feel an urge to carve away the flesh to pull it out.
Once the netherworld nail had inserted into his body, Li Muyang felt he was going to collapse.
Had it not been for Song Gudu who still clutching his neck, he would have been paralysed to the ground like a dead body.
A world of ice and snow, a biting-cold winter.
Li Muyangâs forehead was beaded with sweat, and even his clothes were drenched.
His complexion was purple-red, an abnormal look caused by the rapid flow of blood.
His eyelids were suddenly closed, and his eyes protruded like those of a dead fish.
There was saliva overflowing his mouth, as well as blood flowing out through his clenched teeth.
Song Gudu looked at Li Muyang who seemed to be at his last gasp, asking again, âyour answer?â
âLet go of my sisterâââ said Li Muyang in a weak voice, âlet go ofââmy familyââand Iâllââtellââyouâââ
âIt seems that you still donât understand what I mean.â
This kid, why did he suddenly become so stupid?
âIt seems like you think that one nail is enough.â
He stretched out his right arm again, spreading his hand open, palm facing down.
A ball of transparent light appeared in the palm of his hand, and then the light ball extended toward the ground, turning into a beam of transparent light.
Soon, the beam of light turned black, and then a mass of dark, terrifying black matter was drawn out from the depths of the ground.
That black matter gathered in the palm of Song Gudu, solidifying into the outline of a nail.
Then, bringing the long black nail high up, Song Gudu once again aimed it towards the head of Li Muyangââ
âAhâââ
Li Muyangâs collapsed body once again tensed up, letting out miserable shrieks.
âWhatâs your answer?â
âLet my sister goâââ
âWhatâs your answer?â
âLet go ofââmy sisterââ
Every time Song Gudu asked this question and was rejected by Li Muyang, a netherworld nail was pierced into the head of Li Muyang.
One by one, a total of eight questions were asked, and a total of eight nails were inserted.
Song Guduâs right hand was raised into the air, holding a dark ink-stick-like tapered nail.
He looked at Li Muyang and asked again, âWhatâs your answer?â
ââââ
Li Muyang did not answer.
He had no way of answering again.
Li Muyangâs face was twisted with pain, looking horrifying and ugly.
His pupils were bloodshot and his eyeballs were protruding, as if they were likely to explode at any moment.
Li Muyangâs head was drooping, eyelids closed, and his body hung there like mud.
A gust of wind blew, swaying Li Muyangâs body that was held in Song Guduâs hand, like a straw puppet.
âI have inserted eight netherworld nails into you. If I put the ninth dragon nail into your bodyââyou soul will fly away and scatter, even the great gods will struggle to save you.â Song Guduâs eyes were fierce, voice finally carried a hint of anger. âLi Muyang, whatâs your answer? What is the secret to the longevity of the dragons?â
ââââ
No one answered.
Li Muyang seemed to have died from pain.
Except that his body was still twitching.
It was a natural reaction of the body before the pain had disappeared.
Song Gudu shook his head, sighing: âChenxi has a cold constitution, fortunately I found a dragon lantern in a dragon cave that burns dragon blood and wouldnât be extinguished for thousands of years. It can create warmthââunfortunately, the lights are beginning to weaken, and looks like it will die out at any time. If I canât learn about the dragonâs longevity, then Iâll take your blood to light the dragon lantern for my granddaughterâââ
As he spoke, the hand was once again lifted above Li Muyangâs head, trying to insert the ninth netherworld nail into his head.
âDieâââ
Liu Qingming, who was seriously injured, could only sit there watching his son being tortured by Song Gudu.
He desperately endured, desperately clenched his teeth.
He rattled his fist, and crushed a few of his teeth.
He was reciting the Lu clanâs âHeaven emperor mantraâ to quickly restore his bodyâs strength by burning his dantian.
He was going to launch a fatal blow at Song Gudu.
However, the time that Song Gudu had given him was too little.
It was incredibly difficult to restore his battle strength in such a short time, and to launch a fatal blow at a master like Song Gudu.
When he heard that Song Gudu was about to insert the ninth netherworld nail into the body of Li Muyang, he couldnât endure any longer.
In order not to arouse Song Guduâs attention, he did not even dare to summon over his long spear that had fallen to the ground.
He reached his hand into the ice and snow, gathering the pure white ice and snow into a ice spear.
Then, his body soared into the air, thrusting the ice spear at Song Guduâs heart.
Cheââ
The white ice spear in Liu Qingmingâs hand had pierced into Song Guduâs body.
He howled with laughter, âSong Gudu, you old dogââI finally killed youââI finally killed youâI have avenged my fatherâââ
âFoolish.â Song Gudu shook his head.
His body shook and a wave of blue-green light attacked all directions.
Boomââ
Where the light waves passed, the snow was cleared completely.
Kachaââ
Lu Qingmingâs ice spear broke off in sections from the spearhead, until the entire ice spear exploded like a bubble.
Kachaââ
Fragments of ice splattered everywhere.
However, Song Gudu remained unwounded.
The smile on Lu Qingmingâs face had froze, blood still overflowing his mouth.
His face was dripping with blood, looking like a crazy man in a state of madness.
Lu Qingming stared wide-eyed at Song Gudu, with puzzlement, disappointment, but more of unwillingness.
âWhy?â
âWhy canât I kill him?â
Song Guduâs raised right hand suddenly slammed down at Lu Qingming.
Cheââ
The ninth netherworld nail was punched into the body of Lu Qingming.
âPffffâââ
Lu Qingming violently sprayed out a mouthful of blood as his body propelled into the distance like a loosed kite.
Thudââ
Lu Qingmingâs body dropped into the snow. He stubbornly attempted to get up, straightened his back, head facing upwards, but collapsed with a thud again.
There was no more sound or movement.
At this moment, Li Muyang, who had been in an unconscious state, suddenly snapped open his eyes.
It was a pair of eyes shrouded in blood mist that concealed the pupils and without the slightest whiteness.
The eyes were filled with blood, bubbling blood.
On the back of his hand were black scales surfacing rapidly, and the palms had turned into sharp claws in an instant.
When Song Gudu turned his hand over to strike the netherworld nail into Lu Qingmingâs body, Li Muyang finally began to counterattack.
Chaââ
He brandished the dark, sharp dragon claw and dug into Song Guduâs chest.
Kachaââ
The claw, without any obstruction, was inserted into Song Guduâs chest, and then with a powerful dragging motion tore a long deep wound.
He was going to dig out Song Guduâs heart.