“Don’t try to show off, child,” said the elder who was previously whipped and sent flying by those symbols. He was already very old, and his blood essence had already dried up; he had long lost his youthful courage and strength.
At this moment, the corners of his mouth was filled with blood, dying his beard in a dark red. His facial appearance seemed very old as it contained a deep worry.
The villagers felt as if their hearts were really stuffy, as this scene was incredibly difficult to bear. This elder was already eighty or ninety years old, yet he actually experienced such humiliation because they lacked the power to protect him.
“Those damn bandits!” Shi Linghu clenched his teeth. The injury he suffered from the lash of the whip was still bleeding, and he wiped the blood off of that area of his face.
