Deep within the imperial palace of Shendu, inside a long-abandoned hall, three figures sat in chairs, watching a squad of guards below administer a brutal punishment.
The whip, meticulously crafted from the finest tanned cowhide and soaked in a high-concentration saltwater solution, lashed mercilessly across the clone of Ji Hong. Having had her cultivation forcibly crippled, she was no different from an ordinary mortal. Every blow left a trail of bloody welts, and the biting brine intensified her agony. Even with Ji Hong's exceptionally resolute will, she was soon dizzy and covered in wounds.
The executioner was General Jinwu Wei Ying—yet another avatar of the veteran schemer Ji Chang'an.
Chapter 180