The pain was extreme, but he couldn't scream; Xuanliang's face had turned green.
After a while, Yang Chen removed the silver needle from Xuanliang's abdomen, allowing him to rest for a moment before pulling out the needle from his throat.
Fear flashed across Xuanliang's face, but he dared not cry out loud.
Yang Chen smiled at Xuanliang and asked softly, "Will you talk now?"
Looking at Yang Chen's smiling face, Xuanliang felt it was as evil as a demon, even though it resembled his own face exactly.
"I'll talk! Ask me anything, I'll say it! I'll say it!" Xuanliang dared not act tough anymore. The pain earlier felt like someone grabbing and fiercely twisting his guts, it was heart-wrenching, almost to the point of desiring death.
Most importantly, the pain was so agonizing yet he couldn't cry out, nearly suffocating him!
Hearing Xuanliang's words, Yang Chen smiled with satisfaction.
"First, let me ask, what is your status in the sect? How is the hierarchy arranged?"
