After several hundred lashes.
Tang San was covered in wounds, lashed to the ground and barely clinging to consciousness.
Sensing that the watchful gaze lurking in the shadows was on the verge of erupting, Yun Chuan finally controlled the Armor Giant to stop. He slowly dispersed the whip in its hand.
He knew that if he kept lashing him, the hidden Tang Hao would truly come out and deal with him.
Although Tang San looked covered in wounds, the whip strikes had not actually been heavy. They were only superficial injuries and had not harmed his bones or tendons. That was precisely why Tang Hao had been able to endure it for now. If Tang San's life had truly been endangered or he had been seriously injured, that old drunkard would have come charging out long ago.
Still, although Tang San's injuries were not severe and were merely flesh wounds, they hurt!
Anyone who was whipped hundreds of times alive would ache from head to toe. Tang San could only lie on the ground now, unable even to speak.
As for Dai Mubai, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing, who had watched the entire process from the side, they were silent as cicadas in winter. They looked at the Armor Giant with fear and awe, terrified that it might casually give them a lash too.
Fortunately, Yun Chuan had clearly had his fill of playing.
The three-meter-tall Armor Giant slowly broke apart, splitting back into stalks of Blue Silver Grass before transforming into energy and gradually vanishing. The white-clad, black-haired figure appeared before them once more. Looking at Dai Mubai and the others, he asked, "Do you know why I whipped him?"
"Uh, because Tang San provoked you?" Dai Mubai thought for a moment before cautiously asking.
"Not entirely. That was