"You want to whip me into submission, huh? I've been up against all sorts of things. It's wishful thinking! I will never kneel before you. Come on, hit me! If the Demon Lord of the Resentful Spirits so much as makes a sound, I'll reverse my name!"
Upon seeing Chu Yuan's dark, thorny whip in his hand, Wu Ze stood defiant, displaying the stubbornness of a dead duck.
The one thing the Demon Lord of the Resentful Spirits was not afraid of was torture.
His demonic abilities were more terrifying and cruel than even Ning Xiuchen's.
Ning Xiuchen simply killed his enemies and devoured their souls, not enjoying torturing others too much and most of the time granting a swift death.
That was nothing. Chu Yuan could devour any energy with his Great Sealing Technique.
But the Demon Lord of the Resentful Spirits was different.
