Under Zhang Yang's piercing gaze, the two men's eyes revealed fear and struggle, yet they kept their mouths tightly shut as if they were biting their jaws, unwilling to utter a single word.
Zhang Yang frowned, his eyes growing even colder.
Didn't expect them to be such hard bones. It seems that prying useful information from them won't be easy.
"Hmph, seems like you won't cry until you see the coffin." Zhang Yang snorted coldly, twisting the dagger in his hand slightly, the glint of cold light passing before their eyes, bringing a chilling sensation.
"I'll ask you again, where are Qingyi Sect Leader and Xiao Man? If you still don't speak, don't blame me for being ruthless."
One of them swallowed, sweat rolling down his forehead but still forced himself to say calmly, "We really don't know, even if you kill us, we won't give you a truthful word."
"Good, quite a backbone." Zhang Yang's lips curved into a mocking smile.
"Let's see how long you can maintain this backbone."
