The Ye Family disciples gathered around, some watching with cold indifference, others sneering in hushed tones, yet none dared to meet the unyielding gaze of Ye Tianxuan.
An elder stood to one side, watching Ye Tianxuan struggle in agony. A flash of malice crossed his eyes. "This boy is a tough nut to crack. But the more stubborn he is, the more interested I become."
Ye Zhengwen glanced coldly at the elder, remaining silent, only intensifying the torture he was inflicting on Ye Tianxuan. The Ye Family disciples took turns, using whips, branding irons, and a variety of other instruments of torture on him. The whip sliced through the air, each strike leaving deep, bloody welts. A branding iron, heated until glowing in the flames, was pressed ruthlessly into Ye Tianxuan’s skin, accompanied by a sizzling sound and the stench of burnt flesh.
Chapter 219