"Who... betrayed me...?"
A hoarse, low voice echoed.
Zhou Kuang, one of the eighteen scattered individuals of the Kunlun Demon Sect, stared fiercely at Yan Song with eyes full of venomous hatred, as if seeking an answer from him.
Yan Song, with a cold gaze, looked upon this frenzied rebel of the Demon Sect and spoke indifferently, "Zhou Kuang, hand over the ultimate demonic technique, and I will give you a swift end."
"Hahaha... Do you think I fear death?"
Zhou Kuang laughed wildly, his voice dripping with coldness.
"Death is the easiest; sometimes, living is more tormenting and painful than dying." Yan Song waved his hand and commanded, "Begin!"
"Yes, my lord."
A graceful and cold-hearted woman emerged from the side, cradling a pipa in her hands. She gently plucked its strings, sending ethereal waves of sound resonating throughout the room.
In the next moment, Zhou Kuang, who was previously arrogant and defiant, began convulsing violently.