Whipping the Dim-witted Emperor

Wenzhong's face went pale as he saw those fallen memorial tablets.

Then he slowly rose to his feet. The pressure around him turned icy to the extreme as he turned to look at Di Xin, sprawled on the ground. The King-Whipping Whip in his hand trembled faintly, brilliant golden light flowing across its length, restraining the Human Emperor's fortune.

This was a power bestowed upon it by kings of every generation.

And it was because of this power that it could be called the King-Whipping Whip.

"Just now, before our ancestors, I laid bare every one of my own sins. But the one who threw the court into chaos and slaughtered the loyal and worthy was you in the end!"

Di Xin hurriedly shrank backward, terror written across his face. "Teacher, I know I was wrong. From now on, I will diligently govern and cherish the people. I will never offend again. Teacher, please show mercy!"

"Only now you know to repent? Too late." There was not a shred of pity in Wenzhong's eyes. "Today, beneath the witness of our forefathers, I shall act in the stead of the kings and properly discipline you, you fatuous tyrant—beat the arrogance, extravagance, and befuddlement out of your heart!"

Before his words had faded, Wenzhong sharply raised his wrist.

Smack!

The King-Whipping Whip carried immense force as it viciously lashed across Di Xin's back.

His robe instantly split wide open. The flesh beneath swelled red, and searing pain pierced through his entire body.

Di Xin let out a muffled groan of agony and collapsed onto the bluestone floor. His back burned fiercely, and tears surged out beyond his control.

"The first lash punishes you for neglecting the affairs of state and disregarding the livelihoods of all under Heaven!"

Another lash came down, its