The Child had not yet reacted when the purple-gold whip landed on his body.
The burning pain of his soul made him scream uncontrollably.
Since becoming the Child beside the master, he had not felt pain again.
"Who exactly are you? My master will not let you get away with this."
Another lash from Su Li answered him, pointless chatter deserved a beating.
Su Li thought: It's precisely because I know your master won't let me go that I want to deal with you swiftly.
The most terrifying thing was, despite his abilities, no matter how he tried to dodge, the whip seemed to have eyes, curving to land on him.
Each lash brought up a burst of black Shui Wu from the Child's body.
His originally tender skin quickly turned into the dry texture of old tree bark after a few lashes.
The clear male voice became a hoarse quack, "Stop, stop...."
The Child's combat experience was clearly lacking; in such a battle, he would say stop, was he unaware that this incites the enemy even more?
