Chapter 1119 - Law (2) (1/2)

Suddenly, the dark cage he was in, barely large enough for him to sit up right, shook as a snicker came from the outside.

”Looks like the new one finally woke up. It's too bad though, it's a young man. Those two annoying sisters got in the way of us taking that last little beauty that came in.” A voice called.

”Oh? Give him to Brother Dima.” A second voice responded in a slightly teasing tone.

The first voice gagged, exaggeratedly spitting to one side. ”You deal with that. I wouldn't wish this fate upon my worst enemy, let alone a man ill fated enough to come here.”

The second voice snickered. ”Didn't you see how bloodied his crotch was when he came here? I heard he was publicly castrated. It's like he was sent here by the heavens for Brother Dima.”

”Ah!” The first voice gasped in shock. ”You must have been the one who cleaned him up, no? Was it really?”

”Cleaned him up?” The second voice snorted. ”He's a cultivator, he won't die so easily. Why would I dirty my hands like that? Plus, the market'll be shutting down in just over another week or so, he'll be sold off before then.”

”Cultivator?” The first voice sounded hesitant. Most of the soul slaves they brought in were newborns. So, obviously, they were of little strength. After growing up here, there was plenty of time to place many restrictions on them. Someone who came in as old as Dyon was very rare.

The second voice snorted. ”What're you getting so fl.u.s.tered for? Don't you recognize this metal? After being beaten so severely and trapped in this Silver Sponge Metal, his energies would be completely depleted. If you couldn't defeat him now, aren't you too pathetic? Don't you want to be lauded as the man who defeated a core disciple of Soul Rending Peak?”

”Core disciple?!” The first voice exclaimed. ”Leave him in there, I don't have a death wish. Better yet, send Brother Dima to deal with him, I'm done. Even a starving camel is stronger than a healthy horse. I've heard old people say that plenty of times, so I'm not trying to gain first hand experience about it.”

Dyon heard footsteps as the first voice decisively walked away.

BANG! BANG!

A solid hand slammed against Dyon's cage. Oddly enough, the sound disappeared almost as soon as it was made.

At first, Dyon thought that would be the end of it. After all, silver sponge metal was known for absorbing any and all energies, including sound waves. But, after the sound disappeared, the cage rattled. At that moment, the uncomfortable sound reverberated in his bones, shaking him to his core and making his teeth rattle.

Dyon's eyes lit up with rage. Were they really so intent on treating him like a caged animal? Good.

The second voice sneered. ”Are you angry? Well, it's too bad that here, your feelings mean next to nothing. I'd love to see the look of despair on your face when you become Brother Dima's plaything.”