Qi Zhou flew into a sudden rage, his eyes splitting with fury. He whirled around and barked orders at his men outside. In the blink of an eye, a squad of well-trained soldiers swarmed in like wolves and tigers, swiftly and tightly pinning Su Chuantian to the ground.
Reaching out, Qi Zhou snatched a whip hanging on the wall. Under the candlelight, the whip gleamed with an icy, menacing light like a venomous snake poised to strike.
He raised the whip high, and with a heart full of rage and resentment, he lashed down mercilessly at Su Chuantian. Every single blow was packed with force, the tip of the whip cracking sharply and horribly against flesh and blood, instantly raising welt after bloody welt.
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