Shang Qi did not walk towards Su Ling. He stood behind Wen Shangyin and Song Lian, flanking Su Ling to attack the two from front and back.
Wen Shangyin and Song Lian were like a sandwich, caught in the middle, with no escape.
The critical point was that in this situation, they could not escape anywhere.
They were like fish on a chopping block, at the mercy of Shang Qi and Su Ling.
Song Lian, looking at the silent Su Ling, still wanted to struggle, "Even if I'm to die, at least let me die with understanding. You— Ah—"
A scream and a wail rang out, cutting off Song Lian's words entirely.
It turned out that Shang Qi had whipped him directly while Song Lian was speaking.
This whip was a solid hit, with no reservation, landing squarely on Song Lian's back, tearing through his clothes and into the skin. The flesh and skin of his back were ripped away, causing Song Lian to shiver from the pain.
The whip almost made Song Lian fall to his knees from the pain, but he held on, gritting his teeth and refusing to kneel.
Wen Shangyin, who had fallen, watched with his own eyes as Shang Qi's whip landed on Song Lian's back, and as the whip left his body, his back was bleeding profusely, making him shiver.
After whipping Song Lian, Shang Qi did not stop. Soon, the second whip swung down.
This whip landed precisely on Song Lian. This time, Song Lian couldn't hold on and his knees buckled, forcing him to his knees.
With this kneel, flesh and skin separated from the iron spikes of the whip, causing another tearing of flesh and skin, making Song Lian sweat profusely from the pain.
Whip after whip fell like a dance, each one striking Song Lian.
In a short while, Song Lian had become a bloody mess, his upper body mangled, with no intact parts.
Song Lian had already fainted from the pain.
Wen Shangyin's face had turned ashen at the sight. When Shang Qi looked at him, he jolted in fear, and the air was filled with the smell of urine.
Who would have thought that Wen Shangyin, known as Master Yin, would be so terrified that he wet himself!
At this moment, Wen Shangyin no longer cared about his wet pants. He hastily knelt before Shang Qi and pleaded, "Shang Qi, for the sake of me being your elder brother, spare me, spare my life, won't you? I swear, I'll never mess around again, I—"
Before Wen Shangyin could finish his words, Shang Qi's whip struck him directly in the face.
The whip landed on Wen Shangyin's face, and the iron spikes on the whip tore off half of Wen Shangyin's facial flesh.
Wen Shangyin cried out in pain, covering his face and rolling on the ground, howling. His hands were bleeding profusely.
Shang Qi didn't say a word and continued to lash out with his whip, each strike landing on Wen Shangyin.
Meanwhile, Su Ling had returned her Tang saber to its scabbard and was watching the unfolding spectacle with her hands in her pockets.
They had given Wen Shangyin and Song Lian multiple chances. Since they didn't cherish them, they should be killed.
Song Lian had fainted but was woken by Wen Shangyin's piteous cries.
He slowly opened his eyes and was immediately engulfed by searing, heart-wrenching pain that swept through his entire body.
Hearing Wen Shangyin's screams, he looked towards the source of the sound with a slight delay, only to see Wen Shangyin being brutally whipped.
At this sight, Song Lian shivered. He felt a warmth spread through his lower body and quickly looked down, seeing that his pants were wet.
It was utterly ridiculous. He, a man of seven feet, had been scared to the point of wetting himself.
Wen Shangyin's screams did not give Song Lian much time to dwell on his own pathetic state. He looked at Su Ling and said, "Tell me, let me die with understanding!"