The words of the two filled Chu Yunhai with despair. If Lin Ke and Lin Xin were dead, their Shanyang Sect would truly be without hope!

Qin Yu curled his lips into a smile, "Got spirit! Very good, I like that!"

"Qin Yu, you..." The Heavenly Secret Elder was very anxious. Such promising youths would be a great loss if Qin Yu killed them.

Qin Yu waved his hand, cutting off the Heavenly Secret Elder, "Grandpa Yang, I’ve already given you enough face."

"Alas..." The Heavenly Secret Elder sighed deeply and fell silent.

Qin Yu turned to Old Sun and asked, "Old Sun, who broke your fingers?"

Old Sun pointed at Zhang Hao’an and said, "It was him!"

Qin Yu advanced a few steps, seized Zhang Hao’an by the shoulder. Zhang Hao’an was no match for Qin Yu to begin with, and having depleted too much energy activating the Shanyang Divine Extinguishing Formation, Zhang Hao’an was even more powerless against Qin Yu.

Zhang Hao’an was lifted by Qin Yu like a quail, brought to Old Sun’s face.

"Old Sun, here’s your chance for revenge, twist off his fingers! He broke one of yours, now break two of his!"

"Right away!"

Old Sun, with great excitement, tried hard to twist Zhang Hao’an’s fingers, but unfortunately, for Old Sun, his strength was negligible against Zhang Hao’an.

No matter how hard Old Sun tried, he simply couldn’t break Zhang Hao’an’s fingers.

"Mr. Qin, his fingers are too tough. I can’t break them," Old Sun said helplessly.

"Daring to cultivate energy to resist? Very well!"

Qin Yu, like pulling a rabbit out of a hat, produced a box of Silver Needles.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Qin Yu swiftly pierced several needles into Zhang Hao’an’s body.

Zhang Hao’an’s expression drastically changed; his True Yuan was sealed, and he was completely unable to mobilize it!

Qin Yu nodded in satisfaction, "Old Sun, try now."

"Right away!" Old Sun tugged at Zhang Hao’an’s fingers with all his might, and this time, Old Sun was actually able to move them!

However, Old Sun’s strength was so limited that even though he could twist Zhang Hao’an’s fingers to a large angle, they still didn’t break!

After exerting a tremendous effort that drained him, Old Sun failed to accomplish the task.

Seeing Old Sun’s comical struggles, the previously subdued disciples of the Shanyang Sect couldn’t help but laugh softly.

Extremely disheartened and panting, Old Sun said, "Mr. Qin, I am too useless, I have embarrassed you."

Qin Yu smiled, "Old Sun, you have to believe in yourself, you can definitely do it! I remember you tore chicken feet very easily."

"Mr. Qin, chicken feet are cooked, of course, they’re easy to tear. But this is raw!" Old Sun said with a wry smile.

"Of course, I know his fingers are raw; you can cook them!"

Qin Yu chuckled while talking and then, pulled out a lighter and handed it to Old Sun.

This time, the surrounding Shanyang Sect disciples couldn’t laugh anymore!

What the hell? Cook them? That’s too... horrific, right?

Old Sun was also a bit stunned; he truly hated Zhang Hao’an, but the thought of actually cooking his fingers was too much for him to bear.

"This..."

"Old Sun, did he hesitate when he broke your finger?"

"No."

"Then what are you hesitating about?"

"But..." Old Sun, being just an ordinary person, really couldn’t bring himself to do it.

"There are no buts. Either break his fingers or break your own. Choose for yourself."