The screams had been unceasing from the moment they began. Where was the burly man's former toughness and backbone now?
Lu Ye's eyelids twitched as he watched.
The middle-aged elder who had led him in explained, "The Reverse Dragon Thorn used for executions is a Spiritual Treasure. It strikes not only the body, but also the soul. Many cultivators who came here ignorant of the truth have suffered greatly because of it. Little friend, make sure you hold on later."
Although Qian Wudang had given instructions that they were not to be too ruthless here, they could not make it too obvious. They still had to go through the motions.
While screams rang out here, many cultivators imprisoned in the nearby cages began shouting and jeering.
"Old One-Eye, put some strength into it! That fellow still has the energy to scream. Are you going easy on him?"
"Old One-Eye, is this man your son or your grandson? You're hitting him so lightly, it's like you're scratching an itch for him!"
"Exactly, exactly! Whip him to death!"
"..."
They looked utterly delighted to watch the excitement grow.
Lu Ye stood to the side and watched coldly as the barbed Spiritual Treasure whip fell again and again upon the bald brute, shredding the clothes on his back and turning his flesh into a bloody mess.
The long whip was called the Reverse Dragon Thorn. The cultivator administering the punishment was a slovenly old man with graying hair and beard. He had cultivation at the peak of the True Lake Realm and was presumably the Old One-Eye the surrounding cultivators spoke of.
Old One-Eye lived up to his name. He had only one eye; the other socket was nothing but a dark hollow. No one knew what calamity had caused it. Even his