His back and arm clothes were already soaked with blood. The stick "crack!" struck his body harshly, making his whole body tremble.
He gritted his teeth but remained silent.
In the center of the hall, Nangong Yaoling sat coldly on the chair.
An icy, sinister aura enveloped his entire being. His dark pupils were burning with rage.
Xia Xiaonuan's body shook, and in the next second, seeing that Qin Yi was almost unable to hold on, she rushed forward and cried, "Stop! Don't hit him!"
The men stopped, looked back at Xia Xiaonuan, and then at Nangong Yaoling.
Nangong Yaoling looked at Xia Xiaonuan, and gritted his teeth: "Why are you here?"
"Do you want to kill him? Nangong Yaoling!" Xia Xiaonuan shouted, "He can't take it anymore. If this continues, he'll really die!"
"Anyone who makes a mistake must be punished. In the Nangong Empire, this applies to everyone." Nangong Yaoling said coldly, looking at the two bodyguards: "Continue—until all one hundred strokes are finished!"
