Extorting Ning Rongrong (6K)

As the whipping continued, the bubbles containing Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er gradually turned transparent.

Their vision cleared, allowing them to see Huo Yuhao in midair, being relentlessly struck by the long whip.

Though she could not hear the sound of the whip striking flesh, she could feel the overwhelming force and power contained within it.

Every lash made her heart abruptly contract, as though something had clenched it tight.

Although the whip struck Huo Yuhao's soul rather than his body, he did not care in the slightest. Instead, his laughter only grew louder.

The whip changed again and again. First, it transformed into blades and spears that glinted with cold light, trying to hammer a breach into Huo Yuhao's rock-solid soul, but it achieved nothing.

Then it turned into axes and hammers, seeking to shatter Huo Yuhao's soul and leave its beginning and end unable to support each other, so that he could experience the agony of a whipped soul.

Yet Huo Yuhao's soul seemed to possess a bronze head and iron arms. No matter how it was hammered, it remained completely unscathed, causing the soul-striking weapon's movements to grow increasingly erratic.

But Wang Dong'er could not see any of that. All she saw was Ning Rongrong attacking her beloved. She had promised one hundred lashes, yet after realizing she could not hurt Huo Yuhao, she actually changed the whip's form, all to leave a crack in his indestructible soul.

So this was the true face of the supposedly glorious First Generation Shrek Seven Devils.

Wang Dong'er's eyes turned cold as well.

When Ning Rongrong reached seventy lashes and still could do nothing to Huo Yuhao, an idea suddenly occurred to her.

"If the husband speaks disrespectfully, the wife should suffer in his stead."

The instant she said this,