Kahn stared directly into Ter’s bulging eyes, his face entirely devoid of mercy as he asked coldly, "What bloodline? Where the hell is Sera? Is she alive? What have you done to her?!"
Each rapid question left his lips like a sharp blade, dripping with an intense, suffocating malice that resonated through the quiet hallway. He
squeezed his fingers a fraction tighter, demanding immediate answers, his mind completely consumed by the terrifying possibility that his little sister had already been harmed during his four months of isolation.
Ter weakly tapped his hand against Kahn’s iron-like wrist, his face turning an even darker shade of suffocating purple as he struggled to find even a microscopic shred of air.
He gasped heavily, the words coming out as a pathetic, ragged wheeze as he squeezed out, "One... question at... a time please."
He was practically begging for a single moment of relief, his arrogant inner disciple persona completely shattered beneath the sheer weight of Kahn’s terrifying physical dominance.
In reality, the blue-robed martial artist wasn’t just stalling for time; he was actively trying to secretly activate his primary combat technique to break free.
However, the crushing hand locked firmly around his throat made it very difficult for him to channel his Qi smoothly through his meridians.
Knowing that he would be crushed to death if he didn’t cooperate, Ter forced himself to speak through the agonizing pressure, revealing the dark secret of the inner compound.
"Her bloodline is special... the sect leader is planning on... extracting it for his son..." he managed to choke out.
Kahn’s body shivered upon hearing the horrific revelation, a sudden wave of horror and protective fury crashing through his soul.
The thought of those ruthless monsters cutting into his fragile sister to harvest her bloodline made his blood run completely cold.
"Take me... to where she is." he commanded sharply.
He then abruptly released the man’s neck, completely removing his iron grip without a single warning.
Deprived of the support, Ter’s body dropped heavily onto the hard stone ground of the corridor, his knees buckling under him as he collapsed in a pathetic heap.
He immediately coughed violently, drawing in massive, greedy gulps of air into his burning lungs, his hands clutching his deeply bruised throat as he writhed in the dust.
However, the moment Ter felt the absolute freedom of the cold air returning to his chest, his terrified expression instantly morphed into a twisted, malicious sneer.
He instantly channeled all of his latent Qi into his meridians, aggressively activating his most powerful offensive technique.
The distinct, glowing silhouette of a massive, angry bull materialized sharply over his torso, its spectral eyes burning with a phantom fury as Ter lunged forward from the floor.
He focused every single ounce of his Qi condensation power directly into his right fist, launching a devastating strike that slammed forcefully into Kahn’s unprotected chest with a loud impact.
Ter fully expected Kahn to be sent flying through the air from the sheer force of his signature attack, his bones shattered and his chest collapsed by the raw power of a Qi condensation strike.
Instead, the reality of the situation completely shattered his expectations, as Kahn simply remained standing exactly where he was, his feet rooted to the stone floor like an immovable mountain.
The massive shockwave of energy rippled harmlessly across Kahn’s tattered clothing, failing to push him back even a single centimeter.
Kahn was admittedly a bit surprised by the sudden, desperate attack, looking down at the fist resting against his chest with a calm, detached curiosity.
’My physique... it absorbed the impact.’ he thought.
The exact moment Ter’s heavy fist struck him square in the center of the chest, Kahn felt the entire kinetic and Qi impact immediately get absorbed by his body.
It was an incredible sensation, as if an invisible, sponge-like force field had materialized right beneath his skin to effortlessly soak up the roaring energy of the strike.
He only felt a very small, negligible amount of pain from the massive attack, akin to a minor tap against his torso rather than a blow meant to crush his internal organs.
Ter, on the other hand, was absolutely paralyzed with shock, his mouth hanging wide open as he stared up at Kahn’s unmoving form.
His heart leaped into his throat, and a wave of pure, unadulterated panic completely washed over his mind.
’T-that... was my strongest strike...’ he thought, his mind scrambling in disbelief as he tried to comprehend the reality in front of him. ’And he simply took it like it was nothing?!’
He had poured almost single drop of his Qi condensation power into that single fist, expecting to see Kahn’s chest collapse, yet the white-haired teenager hadn’t even blinked.
If anything, the situation was entirely reversed, as Ter was the only one currently feeling a sharp, throbbing pain radiating directly from his own fist.
The impact felt less like hitting a human being and more like slamming his knuckles full force into a massive block of divine, reinforced iron.
The recoil of his own energy had bounced right back into his arm, leaving his fingers entirely numb and his wrist aching fiercely from the futile collision.
Kahn’s anger flared up instantly upon being attacked, his patience completely running out as he looked down at the pathetic inner disciple.
He didn’t waste a single moment, reaching out with a blindingly fast movement and grabbing the man’s striking hand firmly in his own.
Without a hint of hesitation, Kahn delivered a single, ruthless squeeze, crushing Ter’s wrist bones into fragments instantly.
The distinct, sickening sound of cracking bone echoed loudly through the stone hallway, completely shattering the remaining tension.
"Arghh!!" Ter grunted in intense, agonizing pain, his face contorting into an ugly mask as he dropped to one knee.
Strangely, the phantom bull silhouette hovering over his body grunted in pain also, its glowing, spiritual form flickering violently and mimicking the exact agonizing posture of its master.
As sweat poured down his face, Ter’s mind raced with a terrifying realization that completely shattered his pride.
’We’re both low Qi condensation cultivators...’ he thought to himself, his inner voice screaming in absolute panic as he clutched his ruined arm. ’How is he so strong?!’
According to everything he knew about the laws of cultivation, two people within the same major realm should at least be able to trade blows, yet Kahn’s raw, physical dominance made their gap feel as wide as the distance between heaven and earth.
Kahn looked down at the kneeling inner disciple, his white hair casting dark shadows over his cold, unyielding face.
He didn’t care about the man’s suffering in the slightest, and he said in a low, bone-chilling tone, "Take me to Sera, I won’t ask again."
The underlying threat in his voice was absolute, making it crystal clear that the very next time he chose to move his hands, it would be to permanently end Ter’s life.
Terrified of being completely obliterated on the spot, Ter nodded his head quickly and frantically, his previous arrogance entirely replaced by a desperate urge to survive.
"Yes, I will, I will!" he wheezed out through gnashed teeth.
He struggled back up onto his feet, his body trembling violently from the lingering shock and the intense pain radiating from his arm.
He then immediately turned around and began leading the way, with Kahn still tightly squeezing his crushed wrist even as they walked side by side.
Kahn refused to let go, maintaining a firm, painful grip on the ruined joint to ensure that the inner disciple wouldn’t try any more foolish tricks or attempt to flee down a side corridor.
As they slowly walked, dozens of outer disciples and a few other blue-robed inner disciples who were going about their daily duties saw Ter’s pathetic, bloodied state.
They all stopped in their tracks, their eyes widening in confusion about what was happening right in front of them.
They stared at the powerful, usually arrogant Ter being forcefully led around by a mysterious, white-haired stranger, completely unable to wrap their heads around the bizarre and terrifying sight.