Wang Longhu stood in the middle of the ocean, holding Bao Pi and Bao Qi in his hands, directly submerging their bodies in the seawater.
"Speak, why is your Taiping Heavenly Sect targeting me?" Wang Longhu stepped on Bao Pi's head, pushing him into the sea.
"Glug glug glug!"
Bao Pi swallowed water, struggling desperately, but to no avail. Wang Longhu's foot was like a mountain weighing thousands of pounds, pinning him immovably, let alone resisting.
After over ten seconds, as Wang Longhu released his foot, Bao Pi emerged as if reborn, greedily inhaling air.
But before he could take a few more breaths, Wang Longhu stepped on him again. After several repetitions, this guy was tormented into submission.
Wang Longhu knew that these Martial Artists were tough to crack, as the saying goes, "the dead are truly mourned by those who see the coffin," so you must first torment them, making them feel fear.
Otherwise, you could never pry open their mouths.
