When Xiang Yu saw the red-hot branding iron, he laughed heartily, exuding a boldness as he said, "Come at me."
Sheng Wantao, holding the branding iron, came up behind Xiang Yu and pressed it right onto his back. A sizzling sound emanated from behind Xiang Yu, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt feathers.
"Xiang Yu!" Shi Jian, worried, knelt in front of Xiang Yu, supporting him. All he saw was Xiang Yu's eyes bloodshot, his teeth clenched, yet he said nothing.
The people around were all a bit horrified. Kong Ruyu simply turned her head away, unable to bear watching any longer.
With bone-piercing pain coming from his back, Xiang Yu felt a bit dizzy, but he endured it, not allowing himself to faint. It wasn't time yet.
"That's a real man," Sheng Wantao threw down the branding iron and shouted.
"Xiang Yu." Shi Jian saw it was over and quickly supported Xiang Yu.
"Quick, take him to the room. I have medicine there," Kong Ruyu hurriedly led the way.
