Chapter 515: Chapter 458: I Betrayed Duopo

Han Yu didn’t think the other party was bluffing.

Because he had tried, and whenever he attempted to stand up inside the Great Cauldron, a terrifying force would press him down.

It was damnably strange.

The Artifact Spirit, dispirited and weak, spoke, "It’s useless, this guy is too skilled at leveraging the power. What suppresses you is the power of Heaven and Earth he has borrowed, and what limits you is the Great Cauldron that can restrain your Divine Techniques."

The peddler’s strength remained elusive, while the methods of suppression from the other side kept emerging one after another.

He was too skilled at restrictive methods. From plants to magical artifacts, even to altars, everything was suppressing Han Yu in an all-round manner.

For the first time, Han Yu felt so stifled; his physical body was incredibly strong, but the other party refused to confront him head-on, employing countless ways to immobilize him.

His Fire Divine Power was his most adept technique, yet it couldn’t be deployed. This group, starting with cultivating Divine Technique monsters, had evidently reached an unknown depth in energy research.

Yet, they clearly had a fixed approach to restrain divine techniques.

Whether it was through devouring puppets or the Great Cauldron, these methods showed the tip of the iceberg.

The soul fragment was now delighted, once Han Yu was brought into the altar, there would be absolutely no chance of escape.

At this point, it was finally that he was completely captured, only then could he be gradually dealt with.

However, when it came to coercing Han Yu, the two clearly had differences.

The soul fragment wanted to personally delve into Han Yu’s secrets, but the peddler was unwilling, saying a secret that a clone could only exchange to make him stronger, and the soul fragment wanted to stir up trouble.

"If you dare entertain any crooked thoughts, I could throw you in there with him just as well."

The peddler said with a cold smile.

Caught having his little scheme exposed, the soul fragment closed his mouth in embarrassment.

He indeed had thoughts of stirring up trouble; at least Han Yu’s secrets, he hadn’t fully disclosed them, such as his Sea of Consciousness. Han Yu’s Sea of Consciousness was frighteningly large, a fact unbeknownst to the peddler.

There’s definitely something fishy inside, back when he split a thought to dive in, it was a vast white expanse covering the entire Sea of Consciousness, obviously hiding something.

His main intent of intervening was to explore the other party’s Sea of Consciousness once again.

Since the peddler was being unreasonable, he decided not to say anything, if he couldn’t gain, he wasn’t going to be eager to offer his findings on a golden platter for others.

The peddler at this point had already waved his hand lightly, slowly walking up the altar; it seemed the suppression force was aimed solely at Han Yu, with no anomalies occurring on him.

Han Yu poked his head out from the Great Cauldron, locking eyes with him; after a moment, the peddler spoke slowly, "Little fellow, how about making a deal?"

"No deal!"

Han Yu stared at him with wide eyes, speaking angrily.

The peddler wasn’t infuriated, instead, he continued with a smiling voice, "You will want to."

Having said that, he waved his hand again, the chains on the four Dragon Capturing Pillars immediately tightened, pulling him out of the cauldron, limbs stretched outward.

Immense pressure descended as if Mount Tai was crashing down, and it wasn’t just a feeling, but genuine force; the eight chains simultaneously creaked, emitting ear-piercing friction sounds.

Han Yu only felt as if all the air from his chest was being squeezed out, the torment was unbearable.

Yet, the peddler remained in an exceedingly leisurely demeanor, he didn’t believe anyone’s bones could be harder than his array...

...

A whole day had passed, until noon the next day, Han Yu remained suspended in one place, where the pressing force had accumulated to a terrifying degree.

The eight chains were taut and straight, starting to make creaking sounds as if they couldn’t bear the load.

The peddler stood for a day, with a peculiar expression.

Because he had confidently said the day before that no one could be tougher than his array, yet he never expected to be proven wrong so swiftly.

"How on earth did this guy train his physical body, even if you placed a body forged from your Spiritual Treasure there, it would probably be shattered."

He curiously compared Han Yu with the soul fragment’s body, marveling at how flesh and blood could be more solid than a crafted Spiritual Treasure.

"The Holy Sect’s specially cultivated corpses don’t have such toughness."

The soul fragment, of course, knew Han Yu’s physical body techniques were extraordinary. Even when a level lower, he could withstand his attacks; could it be ordinary?

The peddler clearly had given up on extracting through physical agony, as seven or eight puppets took flight, surrounding Han Yu.

Just after being placed back within the cauldron, Han Yu was already drenched in sweat. Having endured indescribable, terrifying suppression for a day and night, he barely managed to catch a breath before suddenly seeing seven or eight puppets approaching him.

What was this now?

He quickly found out, as the eight puppets each released an energy that connected to his wrist and ankle joints.

Crack!

Suddenly, one puppet’s right hand broke and exploded.

"Ah..."

A cry of pain escaped Han Yu’s mouth, at the same time cold sweat poured down his forehead.

At this moment, though his right hand was perfectly intact, his body transmitted the searing pain of a limb being severed.

Crack!

Crack!

Several puppets successively detached their limbs, immediately causing Han Yu to writhe incessantly within the cauldron in pain.

It was a damned kind of pain, as if being flayed alive.

"Won’t this method end up killing him?"

The soul fragment hurried up to the peddler as he descended from the altar, asking anxiously.

This was a sort of pain transfer ability, inherently quite trivial, yet in the peddler’s hands, it shone brightly.

While not necessarily strong by itself, the pain could be thoroughly transferred, meaning all pain endured by the puppets was borne by Han Yu.

The peddler glanced at the altar, where although the cries continued, there was still strength in the voice, causing him to frown.

"Physical torment is futile, we can only go for pain; no way he’ll last much longer."

Only by breaking someone psychologically can you obtain anything you want from them.

The soul fragment expressed no opinion, but after a moment of silence, his face turned oddly peculiar.

"I’ve got a problem."

The issue naturally wasn’t with him here, but rather...

The situation he dreaded most had appeared after all.

Damn it! How could someone have blabbed!

The soul fragment looked quite upset, then sheepishly turned to the peddler.

"You promised to help me, remember?"

"What did you disclose?"

The peddler, however, was no fool; agreeing to help was one thing, but it depended on the scope of the mess the soul fragment had caused within his capacity to resolve.

As long as this fool didn’t create a cataclysm, he’d be the first to walk away.

So, whether I help or not depends on the trouble you’ve stirred.

The soul fragment’s features contorted; with an awkward tone, he reluctantly said, "I... I betrayed Duopo!"

The peddler nodded at his words; it’s not a major issue, handling Duopo was within his means. However, he was curious, "Why did you betray Duopo?"

The soul fragment chuckled dryly before flatly explaining, "Because he’s ranked ninth."

Why rank ninth?

Naturally, because he was only stronger than the soul fragment, but weaker than the other eight.

Betraying him might give the soul fragment a chance to survive.

Betraying those above, he feared not even the peddler could secure his life.

...

In the distant other end of the Endless Sea Domain, a wave of heaven-and-earth-destroying attacks descended simultaneously upon an empty sea surface, where vibrant energies burst, shaking the world.

A scream resounded, accompanied by the image of a now shattered islet.

"Which bastard ambushed me?"

A figure, looking disheveled, charged out from the ruined island, filled with murderous intent.

But in the next moment, his blood-red eyes saw twelve figures appearing neatly before him, his gaze suddenly becoming crystal clear.

Damn it, all twelve mad dogs came!

At this moment, he only wanted to curse; he was staying quietly on his own turf, not going anywhere; how did he get targeted by twelve mad dogs?

Without another thought, he turned and fled hastily...