Slap! Slap! Slap!

Clear and resounding sounds of a whip tearing through the sky resounded out within the hall, and it was like the repeated sounds of thunderclaps that shook the eardrums of everyone to the point they felt a sharp pain while the vital blood in their bodies roiled endlessly.

This was the might of an expert at the Mysterious Immortal Realm. Every single whip contained profound and faint energy of the Laws, causing those with inferior strengths to feel as if they were hearing the furious roars of the heavens, and even their souls were affected.

But compared to this, Mei Luoxiao’s miserable howls were obviously even more shocking. A dignified and superior Heavenly Immortal was an existence that the myriad of beings in the world could only look up towards, yet now, he was like a prisoner that was being flogged. The clothes on his entire body were damaged, his flesh and skin had split apart while his hair was disheveled, and line after line of bloody scars covered his entire body, causing him to seem extremely miserable and wretched.

He was indeed trying his best to struggle and practically exerted his entire strength, but it was futile in the end. Under Liang Bing’s control, he was utterly unable to escape the predicament of being whipped.

Liang Bing’s expression was icy cold while her aura was extremely imposing. She utilized the pitch black whip to a...