"Fifty thousand military cudgels!"
The Qin Family Disciples sucked in a breath. They hadn't expected the Qin Emperor's punishment to be so severe.
Military cudgels were called that because every strike had to land with a force of one hundred thousand jin.
The prisoner also had to wear Spirit-Binding Shackles, which sealed the Spiritual Energy inside their body. That left them unable to protect themselves with their own Spiritual Energy, forcing them to endure the beating with their flesh alone.
"Your Majesty!"
Wan Ma's expression changed, and he hurriedly pleaded, "Please spare King Qin this time, for the sake of your deep brotherly bond!"
"Your Majesty, please calm your anger!"
The Qin Family Disciples also fell to their knees and begged for mercy.
Though Qin Wei's death had left them displeased, Qin Hao was still a member of their Qin Family—and the Qin Emperor's twin younger brother, born only three years apart.
"Calm down? How do you expect me to calm down?!"
Qin Feng roared furiously, "He was my dear friend and family, my own cousin! How can I face our two late uncles? How can I explain this to Second Uncle? How can I answer to the countless Qin Family Disciples?!"
"Your Majesty!"
The Qin Family Disciples were moved to tears.
People always said that you could share hardships, but not prosperity. Yet their emperor would rather offend the whole world than leave his poor relatives out of the good times.
"No wonder Your Majesty likes watching a spectacle!"
Zi Yuan watched with great interest from the side. She found this far more entertaining than a play.
"Your Majesty!"
Wan Ma still refused to give up and tried to plead once more.
Qin Wei might have been the Qin Emperor's dear friend and family, his own cousin—but Qin Hao