Zhou Heng shook his head. This tricky donkey was an old hand at making mischief and setting people up, but it was utterly incompetent when it came to doing anything serious.
He said, "Are all your Mao Family people in this city?"
The middle-aged man hesitated, and Black Donkey immediately knocked him with a hoof, the spiritual power piercing into his body, causing such agony that he promptly screamed miserably. Cold sweat streamed down in layers from his forehead, and in no time, he couldn't endure it any longer, shivering and begging for mercy.
"What a spineless wretch, I still have a hundred and seven harsher methods!" Black Donkey murmured.
The middle-aged man shuddered again. He felt as if he were between life and death from the first method alone, unbearable suffering, and there were a hundred and seven harsher ways? He didn't doubt for a second that Black Donkey was lying. After all, would a Nascent Soul Realm old ancestor deceive such an insignificant character?