Chapter 567: What do you need to know?

What exactly are you?

Qingyi shouted hoarsely, his voice full of fear.

He had been a killer for decades, having seen countless strong men and killed countless experts.

He was confident that even if a Half-step Martial Ancestor showed up, he could survive a few exchanges, and if necessary, he could still retreat unscathed.

But the young man before him gave him a completely different feeling.

It was like an ant facing a dragon, unable even to think of resisting.

Jiang Feng did not answer.

His attacks grew ever fiercer, one palm after another, each heavier than the last.

The palm wind howled, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp sound.

In contrast, Qingyi's sword technique had completely lost its form, turning into instinctive, chaotic swinging.

Even his steps staggered, his body swayed, and several times he nearly fell.

His short knife was still in his hand, but he could no longer hold it steady.

He had been swept by Jiang Feng's fist wind several times, leaving him dazed and sluggish.

His head buzzed, and his vision kept going dark.

Jiang Feng did not intend to kill him outright.

Because for this guy, a quick death would be too easy.

At this moment, Jiang Feng thought of Anna in the hospital mortuary.

Her life could have been so wonderful; as an assistant to a big star, she had done her best in both work and life.

But in the end, she could only lie cold there, turned into a corpse.

That bullet passed through her body, taking her life.

Jiang Feng had not seen Anna many times.

But Jiang Feng could sense that she was someone who lived earnestly.

But such a person had his life taken by the killer before him.

In Jiang Feng's view, someone must pay for the death of this wonderful girl.

And Qingyi is the first!

Boom!

Jiang Feng struck out with a palm, hitting Qingyi's right shoulder.

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

Qingyi's right shoulder collapsed, his whole arm limp, sharp bone fragments piercing the muscle and protruding from under the skin, a gruesome sight.

He let out a muffled groan, his body staggered back several steps, nearly falling.

Jiang Feng did not stop, stepped forward, and struck another palm.

This palm struck his left shoulder.

Crack!

His left shoulder also shattered.

Qingyi's both arms hung limp, like two dead snakes hanging at his sides.

His face was contorted in pain, veins bulging on his forehead, his lips bitten until they bled, his teeth gaps filled with red.

He did not cry out.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the intense pain, using his knees and body twists to dodge Jiang Feng's attacks.

His body rolled twice on the ground, dodging Jiang Feng's next kick.

Although his movements were clumsy, they still bore a killer's instinct.

Jiang Feng's brow furrowed slightly.

This killer indeed had some skill.

Both arms broken, he still refused to admit defeat, still trying to find a chance to counterattack.

Such a person has hard bones and a hard heart.

Jiang Feng's gaze grew even colder.

He lifted his foot and kicked Qingyi's knee.

Crack!

Qingyi's right leg bent outward from the knee, forming a strange angle.

Qingyi's body suddenly lowered, and he knelt on one knee on the ground.

His face finally showed fear—not fear of death, but fear of torment.

He finally realized that the young man before him had no intention of killing him, but wanted to make him wish he were dead.

What do you want then!

Qingyi's voice was hoarse, tinged with hysteria.

His left eye was bloodshot, his right eye's wound still oozing blood, his whole face like a demon crawling out of hell.

Jiang Feng did not speak.

He walked up to Qingyi and looked down at him.

Then he reached out and grabbed Qingyi's right eye.

That green eye, in the moonlight, flashed with an eerie light, like a gemstone.

The pupils were slit, like a snake's eyes, exuding evil.

This eye had once caused countless people to die in the darkness, but now it has become his greatest Weak point.

Qingyi's face changed dramatically.

"No……don't……"

His voice was shaking.

Jiang Feng's fingers exerted force.

Crack!

That blue eye was instantly crushed into blood and flesh Obscurity.

Qingyi let out a miserable, shrill scream.

"Ah!"

His body convulsed violently, writhing in pain on the Ground like a snake with its tail stepped on.

This blue eye was not a natural odd color but the result of a secret Method he cultivated. It helped him see everything in near‑no‑light conditions, and could be called a human‑shaped Night Vision Device!

It was also his proudest weapon!

Relying on this eye, he could see in darkness as if it were daytime, could see enemies' movements in thick fog, and could lock onto targets' positions in smoke.

He had used this eye to carry out countless perfect assassinations, never failing.

But now, this weapon was directly destroyed by Jiang Feng!

Qingyi's right eye turned into a bloody hole, blood streaming down his cheek, dripping onto the Ground, staining a patch red.

His left eye stared wide, his gaze full of fear.

Jiang Feng looked at him, his face calm, his gaze showing no expression.

This guy was simply torturing him madly.

It wasn't to force a confession, nor to gain anything; it was pure torture.

To make him lose his most precious things bit by bit, to make him experience what Despair is.

To make him pay the price for Anna's death.

Jiang Feng again tortured Qingyi for a long time.

He broke Qingyi's rib Bones, one, two, three……

Each breaking sound was like a heavy hammer striking his heart. He kicked his leg Bones, twisted his wrist.

Each blow wasn't fatal, but each made him feel pain as if he were dying.

When his wrist was twisted apart, Qingyi heard the sound of his Bones shattering, like snapping a dry twig.

Qingyi's miserable cries came one after another, echoing across the open field.

His clothes were soaked with blood, Throughout person like a blood person.

His face swelled out of shape, blood Silk hung from the corner of his Mouth, his nose was crooked, his left eye socket bruised purple.

His Awareness began to fall into Obscurity, and everything before him grew blurry.

He felt he was about to die.

He wasn't killed outright, but tortured to death.

Finally, Qingyi couldn't take it anymore.

He lay on the Ground, covered in blood, like a stray dog.

His lips trembled, his voice so weak it was almost inaudible, like the last breath squeezed from deep in his throat.

"Enough……enough……"

His voice was full of pleading.

His body stopped struggling, his limbs lay limp like a puddle of mud. He gave up all resistance, gave up the thought of fleeing, only wanting to end this Nightmare quickly.

"What exactly do you want to do……"

He knew he was no match for Jiang Feng, and also knew that if this continued he would be tortured to death.

Rather than live in such a state worse than death, he'd rather have a quick end.

He threw out a Mist Smoke, preparing to flee.

This was his last lifesaving measure.

But as soon as he began his move, Jiang Feng acted.

Jiang Feng's speed was astonishing, even faster than before in Battle. To him, that Mist Smoke was like transparent glass, unable to block his perception.

His Divine awareness had already locked onto Qingyi's position; even with his eyes closed he could find him.

He stepped forward, instantly appearing before Qingyi, raised his hand and struck his both arms with a palm.

Crack! Crack!

Both arms, from the elbows down, were completely broken.

Qingyi's body shuddered violently, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Fresh blood sprayed onto the Ground, splashing up black‑like flowers.

He knelt directly on the Ground, his knees striking the crushed Stone, emitting a dull thud.

His legs could no longer support his weight, Throughout person like a collapsed tower as he crashed to his knees.

Throughout person looked miserable; where was there any trace of the might of th on the Rogue List?

Jiang Feng Standing before him, looking down from above, his gaze icy.

He said lightly.

"Now……can you speak properly……?"

Qingyi painfully lifted his head, looking at Jiang Feng.

His left eye was full of fear and Despair, with a hint of unwillingness.

His lips trembled, and after a while he managed to squeeze out a few words from his throat.

"What do you need to know?"