In the huge tower prison of the secret mandala, Xia ping 'an watched coldly as the four people in the cell suffered unprecedented torture. The four souls in the cell wailed mournfully, but Xia ping' an was not moved at all.
As long as he had seen the things in the bottles in the basement of the waxwork museum, Xia Pingan would not have the slightest sympathy or pity for these four people. He only felt that his hatred had been vented, and there was a kind of pleasure in his heart as if good and evil had been rewarded.
The cell was covered with dense, sharp sabers and swords which looked like dense thorns. Additionally, those sabers and swords could grow and move. Therefore, numerous sabers and swords were piercing through the four souls "bodies bit by bit and cutting them into pieces, causing the four people to wail and beg for mercy like kebabs hanging on sabers and swords.
