The dragon whips in Great Zhou's Qiankun Hall struck flesh with every lash. There was a special torture chamber within Qiankun Hall; once one climbed onto that torture bench, even a Dao Realm powerhouse would be unable to muster the slightest bit of Spiritual Light.
They could only rely on ** to withstand it head-on.
Woven from the hides of the Primordial Black Dragon, Primordial Golden Dragon, Primordial Silver Dragon, Primordial Crimson Dragon, Primordial Azure Dragon, and other five-colored dragons, these dragon whips could flay one's flesh even if one possessed an immensely powerful body. Even an Innate Spirit Body would be left skin split and flesh torn before the Five-Colored Dragon Whip.
Within Qiankun Hall's torture chamber, quite a few ministers had been whipped by the Primordial Five-Colored Dragon Whip until their bodies were reduced to flying ash.
With Ming Tang's cultivation, the hundred dragon whips he had received had still nearly beaten him to death. Vast patches of ghastly white bone were exposed across his back.
Had there been another fifty lashes or so, it was entirely possible that his body would have been whipped into ash.
Yet even though he had been beaten half to death, Ming Tang was still carried from the torture chamber into Qiankun Hall according to Great Zhou custom. Then he stood there trembling all over as if seized by convulsions. Within a few breaths, his blood had formed a small stream.
First, this was a tradition within Great Zhou's Qiankun Hall, meant to serve as a warning to the assembled ministers. Second, Ming Tang would still be needed for matters concerning the Heaven Temple later on.
Yet not a single drop of blood flowing from Ming Tang's body stained the robes of those ministers. With the slightest stir of Spiritual Light, the