Dragging the heavily injured man, who looked to be in his twenties, Chu Qingyun swaggered out of the room.
"You. Scream."
Although the members of the Martial Soul Hall were said to be condensed from Martial Soul Power and Primordial Power, they were just like humans. They could die, get injured, and feel pain when their limbs were broken.
When the man was beaten earlier, his screams had been too muffled inside the room, so they failed to attract enough attention.
That was why, after coming outside, Chu Qingyun made him keep screaming.
However, the man didn't understand what Chu Qingyun was up to.
'Isn't this guy here for an assassination? So why is he making me scream?'
"Don't get it?"
Chu Qingyun grinned and kicked the man's knee, shattering it completely. The man's Martial Soul Power dissipated!
"AHH!!"
"Someone! Help me!"
The man collapsed to the ground, his broken leg twitching as he shrieked at the top of his lungs.
