"Thud!"
Zhong Yuanliang suddenly knelt on the ground, the veins on his forehead bulging, and his once fairly handsome face instantly twisted.
"Master... uncle, spare... my life." Zhong Yuanliang knelt on the ground and struggled to utter a few words, then could no longer make a sound. The pain made him wish for death, as if he would die the next second.
Qin Han, however, looked at Zhong Yuanliang and smiled, saying, "How does it feel?"
"It hurts, it hurts so much." Zhong Yuanliang looked at Qin Han and said with difficulty.
In just a moment, Zhong Yuanliang's face had contorted fiercely, and large beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead.
"It's good that you know pain. Before you fully comprehend the sixth form of the Chaos Six Extremes, you will endure this pain for an hour every day," he said.
