These men were immersed in monstrous deeds of darkness, each one more ruthless than the last. More importantly, knowing that Mu Xiangwan is the daughter of a military commander and a girl their enemy favors, old grievances and new hatreds combined. Each whip that fell was executed with full force.
Poor Mu Xiangwan was just a delicate lady, spoiled since young and had soft, tender skin. It did not take long before she was beaten to a bloody pulp, barely clinging to life.
Seated in a chair, Shentu Yun watched the gruesome scene with an indifferent expression, showing no sign of stopping them.
Just then, the room's doors were forcefully pushed open, a tall man in military attire hurriedly rushing in. He snatched the whip in the torturer's hand. The very next moment, he pulled out his sword from his waist and cut the ropes suspending Mu Xiangwan. He caught her as she fell, and placed her carefully back onto the bed.
