The video was very dimly lit, and in one corner at the top, a small iron window was visible.
The walls were covered with cold, bloodstained instruments of torture.
A series of screams rang out as a middle-aged man, naked from the waist up, was bound to a rack and subjected to torture.
The man's body was covered in wounds, deep and long cuts, with the flesh torn open to reveal the white bone underneath, a truly horrifying sight.
A pool of blood was pooling at his feet.
Even the most timid person would be scared to tears.
The middle-aged man was tortured until he was emaciated and on the verge of death.
Although his hair was disheveled, Ye Feng could recognize him at a glance; it was his father.
Ye Feng's eyes welled up with tears, and he almost shed one.
"Damn it, tell me, where did you hide this peerless martial arts technique?"
'Where is your son? Is he on him? Tell me!'
Standing next to him was a bald, burly man with a tattoo of a two-winged black dragon on the back of his head, exactly the same as the jade pendant on the leader's body.
It can be concluded that the Hell organization kidnapped the father.
The bald, burly man lashed his father mercilessly with a leather whip, the whip covered in sharp hooks, leaving him covered in blood.
With one lash, a large piece of flesh was torn off.
The father's body was trembling violently, and he let out a painful groan. He gritted his teeth and endured it, determined not to say a word.
In Ye Feng's memory, his father was a strong-willed man who would never yield to anyone.
But it was precisely because of this that he suffered a lot.
Ye Feng's heart was bleeding with pain, and he almost ground his teeth to powder. He wished he could tear the guy who beat his father to pieces.
Behind the bald, burly man stood several elderly men.
Ye Feng clenched his fists, his eyes burning with hatred, silently imprinting the faces of those old men deep into his mind.
He noticed that the video was also filmed ten years ago.
The thought that his father might have been tortured in a dark and hopeless prison cell for ten years broke Ye Feng's heart.
Ten years have passed now, and I don't know if my father is still alive.
Ye Feng put the other person's phone into his storage space, thinking he might need it later. His voice was icy cold.
Where is my father being held?
Zhao Tianding shuddered and stammered.
"All I know is that he's imprisoned on the Netherworld Island, the outermost edge of the Netherworld Continent... cough cough... I really don't know anything else..."
Ye Feng grabbed his hair and punched him several times.
"And who is that mysterious leader?"
Zhao Tianding shook his head vigorously, like a rattle-drum.
"I really don't know. That leader is very mysterious. He always wears a mask when he appears, and no one knows what he looks like."
"I am not a member of the Hell Organization... I was just working with them..."
The joint operation he mentioned refers to the massacre of the Ye family.
"Ye Feng, you can't kill me! I am the Guardian God King. If you kill me, the imperial court will not let you off the hook."
Ye Feng grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up with ease, his voice icy cold.
“I swore an oath at the graves of my parents and clansmen that I would personally kill my enemies.”
"No matter who you are, even if you are the King of Heaven himself, it won't work."
Furthermore, if we don't kill him, how can we obtain his heart's blood to go back and save Ouyang Luoxue?
Time was ticking away, and Ye Feng had to act quickly. He was just about to kill Zhao Tianding.
Suddenly someone shouted at me from behind.
"stop!"
There were about several dozen people, all elite experts, who surrounded Ye Feng.
The leader was an old man with a gloomy and cold gaze, a head of shining silver hair, a slender and robust build, and profound cultivation.
This man is a famous imperial bodyguard named Han Diaosi, a peak seventh-rank Martial King, and he and Zhao Tianding are in cahoots.
The Imperial Guards are responsible for protecting the safety of the capital. They gather heroes from all over the country, and are full of hidden talents, including many top-notch masters.
Zhao Tianding had numerous cronies and wielded immense power in the court, making him virtually all-powerful.
There are also rumors that he colluded with Wei Jinzhong, the former "Nine Thousand Years Old".
However, because the Guardian God King was so powerful, no one dared to investigate him.
He was not implicated after Wei Jinzhong's downfall.
As soon as he got into trouble, the people in the capital received the news and sent people to come and help.
"Diao Temple, quickly save me..."
Han Diaosi respectfully nodded to Zhao Tianding.
"Your Highness, rest assured, with me here, no one will dare to harm you."
Then, his cold gaze suddenly swept towards Ye Feng, and he said in a chilling tone.
"Ye Feng, the God King's status is so noble, how dare you be so presumptuous? If you don't want to die, release him immediately."
"Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite; I am a master of the Imperial Guard..."
Click!
Before he could finish speaking, Ye Feng snapped Zhao Tianding's neck.
The victim didn't even have time to scream before he died.
His eyes were wide open, like copper bells, filled with astonishment, confusion, and fear.
He didn't expect Ye Feng to actually dare to kill him.
Then, in front of Han Diaosi and the others, Ye Feng opened the other person's chest, took out the warm heart blood, sealed it in a small jade bottle, and put it into his storage space.
After doing all this, there were less than two hours left.
He had to rush back to Haidong to save Luoxue immediately, otherwise there wouldn't be enough time.
From beginning to end, he never glanced at Han Diaosi and the others, as if they didn't exist.
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