"Enough! Stop screaming like a banshee. On second thought, since she wants to scream, let her scream in her loudest voice and feel the heat properly." The arrogant young master ordered.

At once, his men moved and a branding iron was brought out from the coal. Anthony's heart skipped multiple beats as he watched the guard/ golden sun sect disciple walk towards the woman while holding the blazing iron. {The emotions Anthony was currently feeling is more of what the ghost that invaded his mind felt at that moment, so the ghost should be someone very close to the woman, and was also watching as the incident happened}

The guard placed the hot end of the branding iron on the woman's delicate stomach, making her loud screams echo for miles on end, while the other blood tribe captives began to whimper and sob. The young master laughed loudly, alongside most of his counterparts as they listened to the woman scream and cry.

The white delicate flesh on her belly soon began to give off the smell of burnt meat. Sweat was pouring out of the woman's body while her husband cried silently where he was being chained, watching with his fists clenched. The woman bit her lips tightly in a bid to hold herself from crying out. Thick beads of sweat were pouring out of the woman's body, showing how distressed she was. Another person brought another smoking red branding iron and placed it on her milky white boobs, making her scream out in pain and distress, unable to control herself. The person holding the first branding iron pulled it away roughly, tearing off some burnt flesh, and blood rolled down from the open wound. The first branding iron was moved to her thighs without warning, making her scream out in a broken voice. But that was not to be the end. The one burning her boobs with the branding iron moved in between her legs and placed the hot iron between her legs, burning her private part. She screamed in distress, and struggled wildly, making the arrogant young master laugh out even more loudly, alongside his evil subordinates.

The woman's husband clenched his fists as uncontrollable tears flowed down his cheeks. He bit his tongue tightly to the point that blood began to flow down his mouth. The woman was not faring any better, her lips were bleeding from being bitten too hard. She realized that the animals got a pleasurable kick from listening to her sorrowful wails, making her determined to keep her mouth shut. The branding iron was heated again and was pressed between her legs, but this time she groaned instead of screaming out, biting her lips tightly. The smell of burnt hair, flesh, and blood filled the air.

"That's it! Since you won't use your body to put on a show for this young master, it means you don't need it. More!" The young master riding on a sword shouted, his eyes cold and filled with a demented light.

"If you are powerful, go find your fellow cultivators from big sects. It's because you're trash, average and so-so, you derive joy in bullying others, thinking it makes you feel mighty. Do you feel great and powerful after harming helpless people? You finally found someone you can bully without getting a good beating. Of course, you need to unleash the torture, otherwise, you can't release the pent up frustration in your heart. How can you become a sadist then? If you call yourself a powerful young master, go to the cultivation realm and pick a genius to spar with you. No, I meant beat you up. Why will you bother with blood tribe that has been in seclusion for ages? The only answer is because you're pitifully weak. Now there's an opportunity to flex your muscles, you will definitely grab it with all your might." A young man of seventeen years shouted from where he was being held.

The arrogant young master's face immediately darkened, as if the clouds had gathered on it, erasing his once wicked and sunny smirk.

"You must be tired of living, skin him to a thousand pieces. I will teach you the consequences of offending this young master, so that you won't speak without thinking ever again." He whispered coldly, his voice resounding all around.

The woman whose four limbs were chained suddenly chuckled.

"But he's not wrong, is he? You're a worthless trash over there, being looked down on by the other young masters. That's why you came here to show off."

Everyone's attention returned to her once more, and one of the people torturing her with a branding immediately slapped her.

"You must have a death wish."

The woman chuckled through gritted teeth.

"Even if we keep quiet, will you spare us? We might as well share our thoughts about the disgusting worm before us before we die."

The arrogant young master vibrated in anger, big lines of veins were visible on his face, and his eyes turned bloodshot. There was no trace of the initial arrogance on his face, only anger, pure rage.

"Make her scream!" He whispered coldly. At once, a flurry of kicks landed on the girl's body, with the branding iron hitting every part of her body. She spat out blood in exhaustion as a heavy boot pressed down on her already wounded chest.

At that moment, her head turned towards her husband and their eyes met. She tried to give him a reassuring smile, but the corners of her lips couldn't stretch no matter how much she tried, only two lines of tears flowed down her face. After a while, she finally managed to create the smile and closed her eyes, breathing her last. No matter how much they kicked her, she didn't make a sound, not even a little whimper, infuriating the demented young master.

"Why isn't she screaming? Make her scream! Make her scream!! Make her fucking scream for me!" He roared with a crazed look in his eyes.

Someone suddenly noticed she was no longer even breathing or groaning despite all the torture.

"She's dead." One of them who seemed to have medical experience announced.

"Why is she dead already? Wasn't the blood tribe said to be resilient? Why is she dead without screaming? Why?!" He roared furiously.

"It seems that she was pregnant, so her body's natural defenses were low." The man said again and stepped back.

The arrogant young master suddenly froze.

"What? The blood of pregnant women of blood tribe are very precious. We couldn't even find one despite our efforts. Be fast, drain her blood." He whispered in excitement, nearly falling off his sword.

"I'm sorry, tenth young master, it's too late. We can't drain her blood." He barely finished his words when the boy whom he was going to skin alive fell against a spear, and the woman's husband shut his eyes, silently going with her.

"Ahhhh? Why are they dying so fast when I'm not done having fun? Kill all of them! Quickly drain their blood before they commit suicide and render their blood useless. It should be harvested and stored fresh and warm for maximum effects. The grand elder is still waiting."

And like that, the blood bath began, dying every where red. Not even babies were spared.

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