These past days, every time the cell door opened, it meant someone else was being taken out, and then subjected to various brutal punishments, only to return covered in wounds.
Some had their sinews drawn and bones peeled, some had their souls refined and spirits scorched, and some were even used as experiment subjects, suffering fates worse than death.
But so what?
From the moment they decided to avenge the Shen Family's grievances, they had anticipated this day.
One must have something worth protecting with their life in this world.
The honor of the family, the continuation of the bloodline, and that grudge carved into the bone—these were all more important than a miserable survival.
"Kill me if you will!" roared a middle-aged man whose face was covered in blood, his voice hoarse. "We, the sons of the Shen Family, would rather die standing than live kneeling!"
