Wang Dong did not believe anyone could withstand the Law Enforcement Hall's Whipping Punishment. He swung the long whip hard and fast.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Each lash struck Jiang Ping An.
Every time the whip fell, a bloody welt appeared on his body.
Unlike the other prisoners under punishment, Jiang Ping An did not scream.
No matter how badly his body hurt, he made no sound. He kept his eyes open, fixed on Wang Dong before him.
When Wang Dong saw his gaze, an inexplicable fear surged through him.
He could not understand why a mighty Void God Realm expert like himself would fear a mere High Lord God.
The moment he realized he was afraid, shame and anger followed.
What was there to fear from a mere High Lord God?
Wang Dong swung the divine whip even harder, trying to force Jiang Ping An to submit.
But even with his flesh torn open, even when the pain nearly made him faint, Jiang Ping An never said a word or made a sound.
He had crushed his back teeth from clenching them. Veins bulged across his forehead, and blood trickled slowly down the grooves beneath his eyes.
Crack! Crack!
The enforcers in the room watched Jiang Ping An's unwavering expression, shaken to their cores.
In the history of the Law Enforcement Hall—or at least in all their years as enforcers—they had never encountered anyone with such terrifying willpower.
Whether a Body Cultivator with a powerful physique or a Soul Cultivator with formidable soul power, few could endure ten lashes from this Specially Made Whip.
Most cultivators passed out before the third lash.
The quieter Jiang Ping An remained, the more frightened Wang Dong became as he carried out the punishment.
After the twentieth lash, Wang Dong did not even realize