The Tyrant of Douluo Comes

Qian Renlin originally wanted to go to the southern grasslands, but suddenly he thought of the Haotian Sect disciples who were captured in the Purgatory Tower a few days ago, and he decided to go and take a look first.

The Killing City was transformed by Qian Renlin. Without fresh blood, the Purgatory Tower now looks empty. Normally, all kinds of screams and the wanton laughter of the jailers can be heard on the first floor all day long, but now Qian Renlin However, Ren Lin could not hear any screams. Compared to a year ago, the Purgatory Tower was much quieter at this time.

"His Royal Highness!"

"His Royal Highness!"

Along the way, every jailer who saw Qian Renlin stood straight in two rows and saluted him. This was rare in the past. After all, they still needed to interrogate and punish the prisoners severely.

"Where are the remaining disciples of the Haotian Sect being imprisoned?" Qian Renlin waved his hand, motioning for them to get down.

"Back to Your Highness, it's on the second floor. Your Highness, please come down with me!" the prison master said quickly and respectfully.

"His Royal Highness!"

Qian Renlin followed the prison master to the second floor of the Purgatory Tower, and inevitably heard another salute.

"Open the door!"

The jailer waiting in front of one of the prison cells heard the sound and quickly opened the door.

Nowadays, there are basically no prisoners on the second floor of the Purgatory Tower. After all, all the soul masters above the level of Soul King who were imprisoned here have been devoured by Qian Renlin. With the recent series of actions in the Wuhun Palace, the entire continent seems very peaceful. No one dares to make a mistake.

So now in the entire Purgatory Tower, except for a few scattered prisoners on the first floor, the second floor so far only has the Haotian Sect disciples who were captured not long ago. In order to fill the space, these hundred or so Haotian Sect disciples have been arrested. Scattered among ten prison cells.

Rumble!

There was a sound like a rolling boulder, and the prison room was slowly opened upwards, revealing the scene inside.

"It seems like these people are living a very comfortable life here!"

Qian Renlin looked at the ten Haotian Sect disciples who were exercising, and said with a slight smile.

The Haotian Sect disciples who were in the prison room at this time had no scars on their bodies except for the torn cloth stained with blood. It seemed that the Purgatory Tower did not abuse them very much.

"Uh... Your Highness, your attitude toward these people is quite good, and the ghost elder personally told them not to let them die here, so I didn't use too much torture on them."

The jailer on the side quickly explained.

Qian Renlin looked at the other party with a half-smile but not a smile: "Remember this for me. No matter who he is or what his identity is, anyone who is captured in the Purgatory Tower will be given a set meal first. Do you remember it clearly? ?”

Fen Yan trembled all over and said quickly: "It's clear, it's clear!" After saying that, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Tang Hu raised his head and glanced at Qian Renlin and others outside the door, and continued to do push-ups with one hand without paying attention.

"Bold! Why don't you kneel down when you see the Holy Son!" The jailer on the side looked at Tang Hu and others who didn't take Qian Renlin seriously at all, and immediately shouted.

"What Holy Son? Does it have anything to do with me? Ha..." Tang Hu squinted at him with disdain, still doing push-ups non-stop.

Hearing the other party's arrogant words, the jailer suddenly became furious, pulled out a leather whip from his waist, and threw it on his face with a snap.

"Hmm~"

Tang Hu was immediately slapped to the ground, with a ferocious blood mark on his face.

Snapped!

Another whip was slapped on his left shoulder, and before he could catch his breath, the jailer whipped him again and again, cursing in his mouth: "You untouchable, see you." How dare you not kneel down and salute His Highness the Holy Son, and how dare you show disdain to Wuhun Palace, you are seeking death!"

Snapped!

"Smash you to death!"

Snapped!

"Shameless pariah!"

Qian Renlin watched this scene indifferently, but Fen Yan's hands started to tremble. He raised his head and nervously glanced at Qian Renlin's expressionless side face, and cold sweat dripped down from his whole body. Come down.

"Goo!"

Fen Yan swallowed his saliva and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his face. At this moment, his heart had never been more nervous, because he had just told Qian Renlin that these people had a good attitude, but in the blink of an eye he was slapped in the face. , how would the Son of God view him?Do you think that he has done things poorly and is not worthy of being the prison master?

Snapped!

"Damn untouchables, why don't you kneel down when you see the Holy Son? Let's see if I don't beat you untouchables to death!" The jailer was still cursing while continuing to beat Tang Hu.

Seeing that Tang Hu had been beaten unconscious and his body was covered in blood and flesh, the other nine Haotian Sect disciples in the room finally couldn't bear the fear in their hearts and fell to their knees on the ground, kowtowing and begging loudly for mercy: " Lord Holy Son, we know our mistake! We know our mistake, but please pray that Lord Holy Son can bypass the villain in large numbers!"

"You... you..." Tang Hu, whose face was covered with blood, pointed at them angrily. When he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood flowed out. He rolled his eyes and fainted from anger.

"I thought the people of the Haotian Sect were all tough guys who weren't afraid of death! It turns out it's nothing more than that!" Qian Renlin stretched out his hand to block the whip from the jailer and looked at the nine people who were kneeling on the ground and kowtow to beg for mercy.

"Lord Holy Son, we know we were wrong, we know we were wrong!"

"What's your name!" Qian Renlin looked at one of the young boys and asked.

"Back to the Holy Son, my name is Tang Qing, and he is the third generation disciple of the Haotian Sect. Of course, this is all in the past!" Tang Qing raised his head and replied happily.In his mind, the fact that the other party took the initiative to ask him his name meant that his performance satisfied the other party.

"Well, Tang Qing, right?"

Qian Renlin touched his face with a smile, and then...

"Yes, yes, sir, the young one's name is Tang Qing..."

Click!

Qian Renlin crushed his head violently.

The other eight Haotian Sect disciples were immediately frightened and shrank back, and some of the younger ones were so frightened that they cried.

But think about it, the Haotian Sect has been a sect for nearly 15 years, and the oldest of these people is not more than 20 years old. Many of them have been in the Haotian Sect since they were born, and they usually only get soul rings in a hurry when they need them. , have no experience at all, and have never seen blood. Now that they see their fellow members of the same race having their heads crushed to death in front of their eyes, they will naturally be frightened and afraid.

"Why...why? He...he has already knelt down to you and begged you for mercy. Why...you still...kill him?"

One of the Haotian Sect disciples said in horror with his pupils widened.

"Why? Because I feel unhappy with him! Is this reason enough?" Qian Renlin wiped his hands calmly and said expressionlessly.

What he hates most in his life are these traitors who are greedy for life and afraid of death. In order to survive, they will betray their own clan and kneel down to beg for mercy from the enemies who destroyed the clan.

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