It didn't take long for Yang Xiao to cease his actions and stand upright.
On the ground, Zhou Ziyu lay looking as if he were at death's door.
His face was pallid, unable to utter a word, as overwhelming pain had invaded his mind, causing him to faint from the agony multiple times.
Faint, then wake up.
Faint, then wake up, over and over again.
Although Yang Xiao's movements had not caused Zhou Ziyu to bleed, they did subject him to an unprecedented destruction, the kind of devastation that an ordinary person could not endure.
Yet Zhou Ziyu, the scion who lived in luxury on a usual day, bore it all stoically.
One has to admit, Yang Xiao's torture techniques were indeed a skilled craft.
In the end, all of Zhou Ziyu's bones were crushed by Yang Xiao, who said he would loosen his muscles and bones, so he certainly did just that, without any falsehood.
Yang Xiao had always been a man of his word, firm as a rock with his promises.
