The moment he saw the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda, Darryl was so frustrated that his body trembled. However, he pretended to be calm. He smiled and said, "Jackie, that is not the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda; it's just an accessory I wear. The real Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda is in the camp. Take me back, and I'll give it to you."
Darryl felt too anxious. Ever since he lost his internal energy, he could no longer synchronize with the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda. It meant that Darryl could not use the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda, so he could not unleash those ancient warriors. However, it was still a world-class treasure he had been keeping with care; he could not let Jackie have it.
"Did you honestly think that you could fool me? Or that I can't tell if that is the real thing or not? Will you tell me the truth or not?" Jackie could barely keep her anger at bay as she glared at Darryl. It felt as if the temperature around them had dropped with the tension.
Darryl took a deep breath and looked at Jackie with a grin. "Oh, my bad! Maybe I remembered it wrongly. It is the real Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda, but I just can't recall the spell to unlock it. Why don't you release me? That ought to jog my memory."
Jackie's expression darkened. She took a bucket of water and splashed it into Darryl. The water was probably taken from the cave; it was freezing cold. Darryl shivered uncontrollably as he cursed discreetly. He was still defenseless; his acupoints were still sealed.
"Joke all you want. You don't want to spill the secret of the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda? Fine, I will have it anyway." Jackie pulled a blood-crimson whip. It was flexible and durable, made with the skin of a blood python that she killed years ago. No one could toy with her!
Jackie laughed in awe. "You sure are tough. Is the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda really that important that you would rather risk your life for it at times like this?" Jackie did not hesitate to strike again.
Snap! Snap! Snap! The continuous attack rained over Darryl relentlessly. He had managed to hold back his scream, but he could no longer bear the pain. Finally, he shouted, "Jackie, you—" He wanted to curse so desperately but could not find his voice. It was not long until Darryl was soaked in his own sweat and blood.
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