Zhao Doudou was truly a veteran prisoner.

He didn’t know how many warriors had been imprisoned in the Eternal Sect’s prison, but he was definitely a witness.

Over time.

This guy actually got used to it.

Even when Jun Changxiao planned to release him, he stubbornly refused to leave.

Why impersonate others and swindle outside? Wasn’t it just to make a living?

Though imprisoned, with fine food provided daily, Zhao Doudou was already very satisfied.

His motto was: As long as the Eternal Sect doesn’t fall, I’ll sit through the bottom of the prison!

It wasn’t being cheap.

It was that there were no normal people in the sect, and the imprisoned criminals were also abnormal!

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together—Zhao Doudou belonged to the type where only criminals of the same family enter the same prison.

Moreover.

What was most outrageous was that this guy actually considered himself part of the Eternal Sect. Though this part belonged to the criminal element, he often counseled other cellmates, like Dai Lü, who was constantly bombarded by his chatter and about to explode on the spot.

“You two.”

Zhao Doudou began to display his specialty, preparing to pour spiritual chicken soup.

“Creak.”

Just then, the door opened.

Zhao Doudou, who was preparing a complete set of persuasive speeches, instantly disappeared, skillfully sitting cross-legged in the corner—so practiced it was heartbreaking.

As usual, Xiao Zuiji entered first and placed down a chair, then Jun Changxiao sat down, crossed his legs, and said, “You two came all the way from the cosmic starry sky just to avenge the Five Tyrants?”

“Cosmic starry sky?”

Zhao Doudou’s eyes immediately widened.

Dai Lü, facing the wall, also felt a trace of surprise in his heart.

Could it be that these two newly imprisoned guys had extraordinary identities?

“……”

“……”

Guan Jiu and the elder remained silent.

Clearly, they didn’t heed Zhao Doudou’s advice and chose to face things with an attitude of “I know nothing, I’ll say nothing.”

Jun Changxiao leaned against the chair back and said indifferently, “You two cultivating to Martial Emperor was truly not easy. Please cooperate with this seat’s questioning, otherwise… thousands of years of effort will all be wasted.”

Threat.

A naked threat!

However, after Zhao Doudou heard his words, his eyeballs instantly bulged from their widened state.

Even Dai Lü, who was like an old monk in meditation, opened his eyes, showing an expression of disbelief.

These two were… Martial Emperors?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

The nine great Martial Emperors were the Xingyun Continent’s absolute faith.

No matter how impressive he was, how could Jun Changxiao capture them!

“Hmph!”

The middle-aged man said coldly, “Boy, use whatever methods you have. If I furrow my brow even once, from today on I’ll take your surname!”

From his eyes, one could also see he was genuinely tough.

This was understandable—after all, reaching the Martial Emperor level, being placed in any mortal plane, they were top-tier existences. If they didn’t even have a bit of backbone, that would be truly absurd.

“Fine.”

Jun Changxiao didn’t waste words and ordered Li Qingyang to drag the middle-aged man out, then throw him on the martial arts field.

“Sigh.”

Zhao Doudou shook his head, “That guy’s going to be unlucky.”

He’d seen plenty of tough guys, like Dai Lü sitting beside him. What was the result? Wasn’t he still locked in prison every day?

……

“Will you talk or not?”

“No.”

On the martial arts field, the middle-aged man remained as tough as ever, his entire body emanating an aura of iron bones and unyielding spirit.

“Swoosh!”

Jun Changxiao waved his hand, and the Heavenly Origin Soul Suppression Tower appeared out of thin air, then enlarged to cover him inside. His tone turned sinister: “Er Ya, discipline him severely!”

“Swoosh!”

“Swoosh!”

In the ethereal environment, the Soul Suppression Whip and Soul Suppression Candle flew over.

Then Er Ya materialized into human form, holding one in each hand, launching the most brutal discipline session. The screen even displayed combo counts!

“Crack crack crack!”

“Sizzle sizzle sizzle!”

“Ah ah ah!”

“……”

After the combo count reached 999, Er Ya stopped and said, “Master, is this severe enough?”

“Not bad.”

Jun Changxiao said with satisfaction.

The Sixth Hall Master, shrinking in the corner the entire time, trembled with fear in both legs.

It turned out the girl had even fiercer discipline methods—fortunately, she hadn’t used them on him, otherwise, he’d definitely have suffered a fate worse than death!

“Pah!”

The middle-aged man who’d been savagely abused 999 times spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face already twisted like a pretzel, looking as miserable as could be.

“I know you’re very manly.”

Jun Changxiao said, “To show respect, another beating.”

“Er Ya!”

“Yes!”

Er Ya became extremely excited as she brought out various tools.

This kind of powerhouse whose soul and body could both withstand it was much more satisfying to abuse than those who only had attributes and souls!

“Don’t… don’t…” The middle-aged man’s voice was hoarse and weak: “I… I’ll talk… I’ll say everything…”

“What were you doing earlier?”

Jun Changxiao said coldly, “Beat him!”

“Crack crack crack!”

“Crack crack crack!”

After Er Ya went crazy torturing him for another half hour, a powerhouse comparable to a Martial Emperor finally lay on the ground like a dead dog, his legs occasionally twitching, his soul nearly beaten into oblivion.

……

“Creak.”

The prison door opened, and the middle-aged man dropped in like a puddle of mud.

Er Ya’s whipping was a soul attack, so from his outward appearance, there were no wounds at all.

“Sigh.”

Zhao Doudou secretly glanced at him and silently shook his head, “Why go through all this?”

Jun Changxiao sat down and said, “Did you two come to the Xingyun Continent merely to investigate the Space Five Tyrants?”

“……”

The elder closed his eyes without speaking.

“Correct!”

The middle-aged man said, enduring the immense pain from his soul.

“Guan Jiu!”

The elder opened his eyes and said angrily, “You…”

The middle-aged man ignored him and continued, “The… the Space Five Tyrants are protected by our fortress. When two died and three disappeared, our master sent us to investigate…”

Very cooperative.

His previous toughness and iron bones had completely vanished.

“Master?”

Jun Changxiao asked, “Who?”

“The Fortress Master!” The middle-aged man answered without hesitation.

He’d truly been beaten into submission by Er Ya. As long as Jun Changxiao asked something and he knew it, he’d definitely answer every question, and could even buzz in to answer first.

The elder looked furious—if not for his weak body, he would have started cursing long ago.

“What’s the Fortress Master’s name? What’s his strength like?” Jun Changxiao asked.

The middle-aged man said, “No one knows the master’s name, and his strength is also unfathomable.”

“Unfathomable?”

Jun Changxiao asked, “Have you heard of Space Navigation King?”

“I’ve… heard of him…”

“How does your master compare to him?”

This guy planned to use the handsome character man as a unit of combat power to make some comparisons—perhaps he could roughly deduce the Fortress Master’s strength.

The middle-aged man thought for a while, then contempt appeared in his gaze: “That kind of garbage who wanders the universe all day doesn’t even have the qualifications to carry the master’s shoes.”

From his words, Jun Changxiao couldn’t analyze how many handsome forces the Fortress Master possessed.

He asked several more questions consecutively. Though he received answers for all of them, the middle-aged man knew very little about many things, so they had absolutely no reference value.

However.

There was one point Jun Changxiao understood clearly.

The fortress side had already learned about the Space Five Tyrants’ incident.

This time was merely sending two people to investigate the Xingyun Continent. Once his killing them was exposed, they’d definitely send stronger people.

“A bit troublesome.”

Jun Changxiao sat in his study rubbing his temples.

As for that tough elder, he’d already been thrown into the Heavenly Origin Soul Suppression Tower. Only after being beaten until his soul seemed scattered did he finally get thrown back into the prison, finally understanding why his companion had given in.

“You two.”

Zhao Doudou approached and said, “Are you really Martial Emperors?”

The two powerhouses still hadn’t recovered from the soul whipping, so they were too lazy to acknowledge this chatterbox.

Li Qingyang, who had just closed the prison door and hadn’t left yet, stood at the prison entrance and said, “Not only are these two Martial Emperors, but they also come from another plane.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Doudou was stunned.

During his imprisonment at the Eternal Sect, he’d come to roughly understand Li Qingyang’s character—he absolutely wouldn’t deliberately lie to him. So he retreated to the wooden plank bed, fell to his knees with a “thud,” looked up at the window with tears streaming down his face, and said:

“Father, Mother, do you see? Your son is cellmates with Martial Emperors!”

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