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After his limbs regenerated and he broke free from the black chains, Lachlan briefly entertained the idea of digging his way out from underground, attempting to escape the Broken Pulse Sect.

However, he quickly dismissed this thought.

Regardless of whether he could successfully escape or not, he couldn’t just leave like that.

Why had he come here in the first place?

Uncertain if Nora had already left, how could Lachlan leave on his own?

Besides, he had been tortured so mercilessly, he needed to settle the score!

Additionally, Dewi carried his mustard seed bag and storage pouch, containing not just cultivation resources, elixirs, treasure maps, and divine feathers, but more importantly, his dragon-shaped jade pendant and the jade pendant left by his mother. He needed to retrieve them.

Upon returning to his cell, Lachlan disguised himself, burying his limbs under the ground, leaving only his head and body exposed.

The cell floor, meant for holding prisoners, was made of soil, ideal for the bloodshed Dewi frequently caused during torture sessions.

Coupled with the dungeon’s dim lighting, Lachlan’s disguise was seamlessly integrated. If one wasn’t paying close attention, they wouldn’t notice anything amiss.

Lachlan patiently waited. Approximately half an hour later, footsteps echoed in the room. Lachlan knew that another round of “torture” was about to commence.

Just from the sound of the footsteps, it seemed like more people had arrived compared to yesterday.

Soon, figures entered Lachlan’s view.

But when he saw one of them, his expression changed slightly.

“Lachlan!” Fiona was being dragged into the cell by Dewi.

Despite the shackles and chains adorning her fragile body, Fiona seemed unfazed by her predicament.

Upon seeing Lachlan lying there, her big eyes mirrored deep sorrow and concern. Lachlan, had he been crippled?

Lying there so pitifully, like a fish on a chopping board. “Fiona!” Lachlan exclaimed, a sense of foreboding creeping in.

“Ha ha ha, Lachlan, didn’t expect this, did you? In order to help you send off your daughter, that wretched Samantha was slapped to death by the Sect Master. Fiona’s fate is even worse! We will torment this wench just like we tormented you. And you will watch it happen! Excited, aren’t you?” Solomon, seated in a wheelchair, spewed with malice and malevolence.

Briggs smirked, feeling triumphant.

Dewi observed Lachlan’s expression attentively, seemingly anticipating his emotional breakdown. Apart from them, another person had joined them.

“Lachlan, I never imagined I would witness you in such a pathetic state! Weren’t you quite the hero during the entrance assessment?”

“Weren’t you always protecting this little wench Fiona? Now you can’t even protect yourself?”

“Ha ha ha… I, Ryan, can now trample you underfoot. What will you do?”

“Get up and hit me!”

The visitor was Ryan, an enemy of Fiona and Winston’s family. Seeing Lachlan’s downfall delighted him.

He couldn’t forget the humiliation Lachlan had caused him during the entrance assessment. He thought that by following Sullivan, he would never get the chance to get back at Lachlan.

But fate had taken a swift turn.

The once glorious and arrogant Lachlan from the entrance assessment was now a prisoner, a cripple.

Ryan walked over to Lachlan and stamped his foot on his face.

Seeing his opponent humiliated, Fiona’s eyes brimmed with fury.

“Ryan, you bastard, move your filthy foot away, don’t touch Lachlan!” Fiona shouted.

At that moment, Lachlan lay there, his mind reeling. Ryan’s foot on his head seemed to leave him unaffected.

All he could think about was, “Has Samantha died? Has Samantha died?”

Samantha had… She had sacrificed herself to help him send Nora away?

She had understood his insinuations!

But his insinuations had led to her demise.

Lachlan trembled, consumed by guilt, sorrow, and anger.

He had killed Samantha.

And he had brought Fiona into this hopeless dungeon.

Was he too selfish?

“Lachlan, get up!”

“Get up and hit me! Oh, I almost forgot, your limbs are severed, you can’t get up anymore, huh?” “Then you can bite me! Ha ha ha, bite my shoe sole, come on!”

Ryan mocked Lachlan relentlessly, his arrogance reaching its peak.

Despite his lowly status, neither Briggs nor Dewi objected to his behavior.

Bringing Ryan and Fiona here today was intended for a merciless retribution.

The more insolent Ryan was, the more he could provoke Lachlan.

“You… all deserve to die!”

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Next second, Lachlan gritted his teeth, each word sounding like they were forced out. His eyes were fiercely red, filled with immense guilt, sorrow, and hatred.

“Whether we deserve to die or not is irrelevant. But this wench will soon meet the same fate as you! Since she loves you so much, I’ll grant her wish and turn her into your likeness. Ha ha ha…” Briggs sneered coldly.

Just as Briggs unsheathed his sword, aiming to strike Fiona’s arm in front of Lachlan, tormenting her to push Lachlan into utter despair and anguish, Fiona closed her eyes, her beautiful face tinged with sorrow.

Boom! In that moment, a terrifying sense of death pervaded the cell.

Dewi, who had been watching Lachlan, tensed slightly, a faint sense of foreboding creeping in. But it was too late!

With a horrifying attraction, the air in the cell seemed to compress.

Only Fiona, standing there with her eyes shut in despair, remained unaffected.

As Briggs lost his balance, his sword intending to strike, it landed on Solomon’s neck with a gruesome thud.

Blood sprayed everywhere!

Seated in a wheelchair, expecting his father to perform his “human stump” act, Solomon felt his vision spin out of control.

He saw a headless body sitting on the wheelchair, growing distant from him.