The pain of having one's bones disassembled one by one is unimaginable for ordinary people, and with each additional bone removed, the pain would double. Even a martial master could not withstand it.
"I thought you were tougher, but you broke down after just over thirty bones were removed," Tang Ming said with dissatisfaction, looking at Yaksha expectantly:
"How about you hang in there a bit longer? I want to see if I can take apart all over a hundred bones in your body."
"No, please don't. I'll tell you everything you want to know, just spare me,"
Yaksha cried out in terror, the removal of just over thirty bones had already made life unbearable for him, and if it continued, he would break down.
"Alright then, first tell me who wants to kill me?"
Tang Ming sighed regretfully and then began the interrogation.
"I really don't know; I just took the task from the organization, I don't know who the employer is."
Yaksha shook his head, looking pitifully as he spoke.