Lin Baojian was being tightly gripped by Ye Feng's neck, and he could barely breathe.
"Cough cough... Ye Feng... I am the Mad Sword God of War... Let me go right now..."
Snap!
Ye Feng swung his massive, millstone-like hands, slapping his opponent repeatedly with both hands until his head was smashed into a bloody mess, resembling a pig's head.
"I'm going to beat you up, you mad sword war god."
"Show me what it means to be arrogant."
Snap!
Another solid slap across the face, knocking out his front tooth.
"I'm not arrogant anymore!"
Snap!
He slapped Lin Baojian again with his backhand, almost breaking his neck.
"Hmph, since you want to kill me, then you cannot be allowed to live."
Ye Feng tightened his grip, about to strangle Lin Baojian.
Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, fixing on the inside of the other person's wrist.
Deep inside the cuff, there was a black tattoo.
It was a black dragon with two wings on its back, so lifelike, just like the jade pendant of the leader.
They were made from the same mold.
Ye Feng was shocked. He took out the black jade pendant, placed it in front of Lin Baojian, and asked coldly.
Do you know each other?
"Where is the ringleader?"
What is your relationship with him?
If the two are unrelated, why would the other party have this tattoo? Ye Feng would never believe it, not even if you beat him to death.
Although Lin Baojian's name was not on the death list that Zhuang Bixian gave him.
But this doesn't mean he has no connection with that mysterious leader.
This Lin Baojian is very likely to know the whereabouts of the mysterious leader.
Lin Baojian's eyes flickered, and he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.
"What are you...cough cough...saying...I don't understand..."
Ye Feng originally wanted to search his soul, but disciples of ancient martial arts families like this had mysterious imprints planted in their minds, making it extremely easy for them to self-destruct.
Beside them, Luo Yuantai and the others couldn't understand Ye Feng's words, but they could also realize that this matter was no small thing.
Therefore, no one dared to approach and disturb him.
Ye Feng's eyes were like a predator's, staring intently at Lin Baojian. The chilling murderous aura emanating from him was terrifying.
"Hmph, it's fine if you don't want to talk, I have a million ways to make you talk."
With a flick of his wrist, a golden needle wrapped in flames shot into Lin Baojian's body.
The golden needles, scorched red by the flames of spiritual energy, looked like molten iron fresh from a boiler.
After it entered the body, the sizzling sound of roasting meat rang out.
The meridians were twisted and deformed from the burning, the internal organs were almost charred, the blood was rapidly evaporating, and the bones were about to be burnt to a crisp.
Wisps of smoke billowed from Lin Baojian's pores, making him look as if he were being roasted alive, with a pungent, burnt smell constantly emanating from him.
"Ah...ahhh...kill me..."
Lin Baojian was trembling and convulsing all over, letting out a shrill scream. His clothes were on fire, and he became a human torch, struggling violently.
The onlookers were all terrified and retreated as if they were afraid of venomous snakes or ferocious beasts.
The Blood Mist Sect Master was indeed ruthless, utterly humiliating the mighty Mad Sword War God.
Under such inhuman torture, Lin Baojian could not endure it for long and took the initiative to confess.
According to him, three years ago, he joined a mysterious organization called the Hell Organization.
The members of this organization are all highly accomplished individuals, each a master among masters.
Even though Lin Baojian was one of the four great war gods of the Great Xia Dynasty, the Mad Sword War God, and was infinitely glorious in the eyes of outsiders, he was also the pride of the ancient martial arts family Lin family.
However, within the organization, he could only be considered an peripheral member, with no access to the organization's core.
There are many people who are more capable than him.
According to him, he only met the organization's leader once. The leader wore a mask, was elusive, and rarely appeared.
It was impossible to tell whether it was male or female. Standing there, it was like a vast sky, awe-inspiring and unattainable. Its cultivation was extremely terrifying.
Based on the characteristics described by the other party, they match the mysterious leader very well.
It can be basically concluded that the masked guy is the mysterious leader.
The Hell Organization must be a colossal entity lurking underground, something Ye Feng had never heard of before.
Unfortunately, Lin Baojian was just an outsider and knew very little, only a superficial understanding.
The fragmented information he provided was insufficient to locate the mysterious leader.
"Ahem... Ye Feng, I've told you everything I know..."
"I did not participate in the massacre of your Ye family... cough cough... let me go..."
He had also heard about the destruction of the Sword Forging Manor and the killing of Cheng Kun of Shu Mountain.
Naturally, he knew about the feud between Ye Feng and that mysterious leader.
He didn't want to get involved.
A murderous glint flashed in Ye Feng's eyes.
“Although you weren’t involved in that operation, you came here specifically to kill me. For that reason alone, I can’t let you go.”
The large hand tightened more and more like an iron lock, and Lin Baojian's eyes rolled back as he was choked. His face turned purplish-red due to lack of oxygen and suffocation, and his legs struggled violently in mid-air.
He was about to be strangled to death.
Suddenly, a majestic voice rang out.
"stop!"
The sound was like a resounding bell, making people's eardrums buzz.
The newcomer was a dignified middle-aged man with a tall and imposing physique, sharp eyes like a hawk, and a swift gait.
His facial features were sharply defined, with two sword-like eyebrows slanting into his temples, exuding an air of authority even without anger.
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