Chapter 1047: Where Is the Woman

Chapter 1047: Chapter 1047: Where Is the Woman

Ye Qingchen forces two women into a corner, his expression stern, his gaze as sharp as a blade.

He slowly approaches, step by step, emanating a suffocating sense of pressure.

Under his relentless gaze, the two women try to appear calm, yet a hint of fear still flickers in their eyes.

"I’ll ask one more time," Ye Qingchen’s voice is low and icy, laced with a sinister threat, "The woman who was originally in this hall, where is she now?" His tone brooks no argument, each word squeezed out with chilling coldness.

Facing Ye Qingchen’s questioning, the two women exchange a glance. Despite their inner chaos, they stubbornly lift their chins.

Though they sense Ye Qingchen’s terrifying presence, they still refuse to submit.

"Hmph, don’t expect to find out!" one woman replies defiantly, gritting her teeth. Despite the tremor in her voice, she won’t relent.

A mocking smile surfaces on her face, "Even if we die, we won’t tell you where that woman is!"

The other one echoes, full of defiance, "That’s right, we won’t tell you! Do you think threats will scare us? Think again!"

Ye Qingchen watches their stubbornness, a cold smile curling at his lips, his gaze even icier.

He halts, contemptuously scanning them as if looking at two resistant ants.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Ye Qingchen’s voice is low and icy, his eyes slightly narrowed, voice cutting like a blade in the darkness, "If you don’t talk, I have ways to make you speak."

His words are filled with a threatening and undeniable aura, a ruthless tone that sends chills down the spine.

Ye Qingchen’s hand raises gently, his fingertips emitting a faint glow, ready to unleash formidable power at any moment.

"Do you think I’ll hold back like those weaklings?" Ye Qingchen sneers, "Let me tell you, I, Ye Qingchen, show no mercy. If you don’t cooperate, I have ways to make you wish for death."

The two women feel the escalating murderous intent from Ye Qingchen, finally showing signs of wavering, the stubborn streak on their faces begins to crack.

Yet, even so, they grit their teeth, feigning calm, unwilling to easily yield.

"You... you dare to touch us, the Saint Heir won’t spare you!" one woman hesitantly threatens, but the weakness in her tone reveals her inner fear.

"Saint Heir?" Ye Qingchen scoffs disdainfully, his tone utterly cold, "You really think the Saint Heir can save you? Don’t be naive, if he were here, maybe you’d have some hope. But now..."

His words cut off abruptly, his voice nearly inaudible, but the sense of threat makes the air heavy.

"Last chance, speak or not?" Ye Qingchen’s gaze nails them to the spot, his eyes filled with a cold and ruthless resolve.

Under such oppressive momentum, the two women finally reveal some panic.

They exchange a glance, hearts full of hesitation. Though unwilling to yield, they also begin to realize Ye Qingchen is not someone they can easily defy.

"You... you’re not getting any information from us!"

Despite their inner turmoil, one woman still stiffens, her voice carrying the last thread of defiance.

Ye Qingchen’s face darkens, he shakes his head coldly, "Fine, then I’ll show you what true suffering means."

His voice is so low it seems to come from the depths of Hell, filled with a chilling sensation that makes one’s skin crawl.

Ye Qingchen coldly observes the cornered women, a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes.

He wastes no words, slightly raising his hand, powerful Spiritual Power cascades from his palm, instantly forming invisible chains binding the two women tightly.

The Spiritual Power chains seem alive, winding around their bodies, gradually tightening, each contraction causing intense pain.

The two women gasp sharply, writhing in agony, their stubbornness slowly twisting in torment.

"Now, tell me, where is that woman?" Ye Qingchen’s voice is cold as frost, as if originating from Hell. His gaze cold and unfeeling, as if viewing two worthless objects.

One woman resists the pain, feigning calm, gritting her teeth with difficulty, "Don’t imagine! No matter how you torture us, we won’t tell you anything!"

The other endures with difficulty, though drenched in sweat, she still squeezes out a mocking smile, "That’s right! You’re just trying to scare us... we’re not afraid of you!"

Ye Qingchen sees this and sneers coldly.

He ignores their futile resistance, instantly intensifying his Spiritual Power, the invisible chains tighten further, seemingly on the verge of crushing their bones.

The Spiritual Power not only brings pain but an icy feeling, gradually grinding their will into oblivion.

"Very good, you have some backbone." Ye Qingchen says coldly, "But let’s see how long you can last."

He increases the output of Spiritual Power, the chains turning alternately scorching and freezing, invading their bodies.

The two women suddenly feel pain and cold cutting to the bone, harsher than a knife, as if their souls are being torn apart.

Their bodies begin uncontrollably trembling, stubbornness and mockery on their faces gradually dissipate, replaced by unbearable agony.

Despite this, they still grit their teeth, unwilling to utter a single plea, yet inner fear spreads rapidly.

"You think...we’ll yield?" one woman holds up, drenched in sweat, voice quivering with pain but still trying to show defiance, "We won’t... won’t tell you anything!"

Ye Qingchen shakes his head coldly, eyes flickering with mockery, "Stubborn fools, just increasing your suffering."

His Spiritual Power continues to enhance, chains seem to ignite, carrying scorching burns, instantly searing their skin. The intense pain causes their bodies to convulse, consciousness gradually blurring.

Though they’re trying hard to persist, it’s clear they’re about to give way.

"I ask again, where is she?" Ye Qingchen’s voice carries no warmth, akin to the whisper of death.

This time, the two women can no longer maintain their composure. Their bodies tremble uncontrollably, moaning in pain, defiance in their eyes gradually replaced by fear.