Chapter 240 Law Enforcement Elder Guards the World (54)

Shen Zhuo’s strikes grew fiercer, his accumulated resentment from two lifetimes pouring out. At that moment, he seemed possessed by a demonic frenzy.

“One hundred and nine lashes, I’m giving them all back to you.”

Shen Zhuo had never forgotten the one hundred and nine lashes that his Master had endured on his behalf. After only a few dozen lashes, Prince Shen was already on the brink of death, barely able to draw breath.

Shen Zhuo appeared almost mad, while Shen Nianyun and the others struggled desperately against their golden chains, trying to pull back, yearning for escape.

After dealing with Prince Shen, Shen Zhuo’s lips curled into a cruel smirk. He placed a foot on Shen Nianyun’s face and ground it down with harsh force, his expression cold and malevolent.

Shen Nianyun cried out in pain, but with her hands and feet bound, she couldn’t move. “Shen Zhuo, you wretched scum, you can’t do this to me!”

Shen Zhuo responded with malice, “Come on, imitate a toad. If you do it well, I’ll let you go.”

“Dream on!” Shen Nianyun was unwilling, of course.

Shen Zhuo showed no mercy as he continued to lash out at Shen Nianyun, systematically destroying Shen Nianyun’s spiritual root. Finally, Shen Nianyun panicked and became truly afraid, her whole body trembling as she stammered, “I’ll do it! I’ll do it! Just stop hitting me!”

The pain was excruciating. The whip cut through flesh, and the sensation of having one’s flesh torn apart was unbearable, almost deadly.

Shen Nianyun’s strike was relatively mild. The barbs on the iron whip that Canglan transformed into were far too sharp, cutting straight into flesh and drawing blood. However, the whips used by her, Shen Congbin, and Prince Shen to beat Shen Zhuo couldn’t compare to Canglan’s level of brutality.

Shen Zhuo paused, puzzled by their reaction. How could they be in such agony after only a few lashes? He had expected them to be as tough as he was, to endure even in death rather than give in so easily.

“Shen Toad, my patience is limited. I don’t have time to waste on you.”

This scene mirrored the deep-seated hatred Shen Zhuo harbored from his memories.

“Shen Zhuo, you filthy scum, quickly imitate a dog barking, and I might reward you with a bone to chew on. Hurry up, or I’ll beat you to death!”

This was something Shen Nianyun had once made him do repeatedly, and now Shen Zhuo was returning it to her with a vengeance.

The sensation was extraordinarily satisfying.

“Qwark, qwark, qwark… I’ve croaked! Just let me go!”

Gao Yikang shrank his neck and forced out a response. At that moment, there was no room for pride—survival was paramount. The whip in the hands of that filthy wretch was terrifying, effortlessly slicing through flesh and bone. The splatters of blood and flesh from Prince Shen and Nianyun were a sight of horror for Gao Yikang. Who could have imagined that the insignificant creature he had once casually abused would end up in such a position?

Shen Zhuo lashed out with the whip again, and Gao Yikang cried out in agony. Shen Zhuo’s lips curled into a smirk. “Useless fool, who told you to speak?”

Shen Zhuo systematically destroyed the remaining people’s spiritual roots, his satisfaction growing as he watched their faces contorted with hatred.

Did they really know what pain was now?

Their curses only fueled Shen Zhuo’s anger. With their spiritual roots and spiritual platforms destroyed, Shen Zhuo didn’t worry about their ability to cultivate again. He hadn’t killed them, but they were left missing a few fingers or even a leg.

Fearing they might die, Shen Zhuo had deliberately administered medicine to keep them alive. They had given him two lifetimes of darkness and suffering; he was unwilling to let them off easily.

Bai Tang did not urge him, standing at a distance. None of them were blackened or cruel for no reason; they had all encountered malice.

“Master.”

Hearing Shen Zhuo call her, Bai Tang approached.

“Canglan is returned to you,” Shen Zhuo said, handing back the whip.

There was no need to clean the blood off Canglan; it returned to its pristine state when not in use.

It transformed into a streak of light and wrapped around Bai Tang’s wrist, taking the shape of golden vines.

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