Chapter 325: No good ending?
But Mu Xin did not stop beating, her eyes became even colder, she did not show any leniency because of Shen Ruoyan's miserable condition.
The Akagi Soul Whip in his hand hit Shen Ruoyan's arms one after another.
The force of the whip became stronger and stronger, and each time it hit Shen Ruoyan's skin and flesh were torn and blood splattered.
Shen Ruoyan's screams became more and more shrill, her voice was filled with fear and despair, as if it was the wail from hell.
However, Mu Xin's eyes remained firm, without any hesitation or mercy.
There was only deep hatred and anger in her eyes, as if she wanted to vent all the pain with this Akagi Soul Whip.
In Mu Xin's heart, these pains are nothing compared to the torture she suffered back then.
Shen Ruoyan's face was filled with fear and despair, and her body rolled on the ground, trying to avoid this cruel torture.
However, the spiritual pressure emanating from Mu Xin was like a heavy mountain, pressing down on her, as if to crush all the bones in her body.
She tried to struggle, but her body seemed to be fixed and she couldn't move at all.
In addition to the sharp pain caused by the whipping of her arms, Shen Ruoyan could also feel a powerful force directly penetrating her skin and whipping her deep into her soul.
The pain of having her soul whipped exceeded the physical torture, making her unbearable and unable to help but scream in agony.
Shen Ruoyan's face was full of fear and confusion. She opened her eyes wide, unable to believe what was happening before her eyes.
What kind of weapon is the whip in the hand of this bitch Mu Xin?
Can it actually whip the soul?
She had never heard of such a strange and terrifying weapon.
In fact, Shen Ruoyan didn't know that the seemingly ordinary red whip in Mu Xin's hand was actually one of the ten ancient artifacts - the Red Wood Soul Whip.
It ranks seventh and contains the terrifying power to extract the power of the soul.
Every lash of the whip would not only cause severe damage to the body, but would also bring unbearable pain to the soul.
"Clap--"
With each fierce whipping and each heavy lashing sound, Shen Ruoyan's arms were torn apart and blood splattered.
The arm that was originally as white as jade gradually became bloody and fleshy, which was unbearable to look at.
Her arms hung limply, as if she had lost all her vitality.
Despite this, her eyes still revealed tenacious perseverance and deep resentment.
Shen Ruoyan coughed painfully a few times, gnashing her teeth, her charming face twisted and ferocious, and cursed angrily:
"Mu Xin, you bitch, you will die a horrible death! You will not have a good ending!" Her voice was hoarse and full of hatred.
Mu Xin didn't care about it. He smiled coldly and responded, "No good ending? Then wait and see who dies first. Sister Yanyan, go downstairs and scout the way for your sister."
Mu Xin's words were like a cold knife, piercing Shen Ruoyan's heart and extinguishing her last bit of hope.
She widened her eyes and watched in horror as Mu Xin raised the Akagi Soul Whip in his hand high up, then dropped it heavily, hitting her body.
"Clap--"
The whip made a sharp sound as it passed through the air and continuously stabbed Shen Ruoyan's body.
Each whip carried tremendous force, whipping Shen Ruoyan's body and soul, causing her body to tremble involuntarily.
Every time the Akagi Soul Whip fell, it took away a piece of flesh from Shen Ruoyan's body. The bright red blood flowed down the whip, staining the ground red.
"what--"
Every swing of the whip was accompanied by Shen Ruoyan's wails of pain and body convulsions. Her eyes were filled with despair and pleading for mercy, but more of it was hatred towards Mu Xin.
"Mu Xin, you...just wait. Even if I die and become a ghost, I will not let you go!"
Shen Ruoyan's breath was getting weaker and weaker, and it seemed as if she had used up all her strength to say each word, but she still insisted on finishing the sentence.
Her voice was low and hoarse, filled with desperate hatred.
This hatred was like a poisonous snake in the darkness, quietly crawling onto her face, distorting her once beautiful face and making her look hideous and terrifying.
When Mu Xin heard Shen Ruoyan's curse, he just sneered.
Her laughter was full of sarcasm and disdain, as if Shen Ruoyan's threat was nothing but a ridiculous farce to her.
She looked coldly at Shen Ruoyan who was struggling in pain on the ground, without a trace of pity in her eyes.
"That depends on whether you have the chance to become a ghost." Mu Xin's tone was cold, without a trace of emotion.
After saying this, Mu Xin swung the whip in his hand again and lashed Shen Ruoyan hard.
The whip landed on Shen Ruoyan's body, immediately tearing a deep cut, and blood gushed out.
"Ah——" Shen Ruoyan screamed in pain, her body shaking violently.
But she did not beg for mercy. Instead, she stared at Mu Xin with resentful eyes, her eyes full of unwillingness and anger.
“Snap! Snap!——”
Mu Xin whipped Shen Ruoyan again and again, and each whip was filled with her anger and hatred.
Her movements became faster and more brutal, as if only in this way could she vent the hatred in her heart.
Shen Ruoyan's body could no longer withstand such torture. She tried to hide, but the physical pain and loss of spiritual power prevented her from putting up any effective resistance.
She could only roll on the ground, trying to avoid the whip.
However, no matter how hard she tried, the whip still fell mercilessly on her body, causing her more pain.
Shen Ruoyan clenched her teeth tightly and endured the pain.
Her eyes never left Mu Xin, and the resentment in her eyes became more and more intense.
There was a low roar coming from his throat, as if he was using all his strength to curse Mu Xin to die a miserable death!
Outside the tent, the night wind howled like a pack of hungry wolves.
Leng Yue's clothes fluttered in the wind. He watched everything that happened in the tent coldly, with no expression on his face.
Inside the tent, screams and whipping sounds intertwined, one after another, like a cruel symphony.
The tent was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people want to vomit, as if they were in a bloody hell.
Mu Xin swung the red wood soul whip in his hand, lashing Shen Ruoyan mercilessly like a storm, and every whip carried Mu Xin's hatred and anger towards Shen Ruoyan.
Shen Ruoyan was beaten so badly that her body was covered with scars. The beautiful skin that she used to be proud of had now become horrible, like a destroyed flower.
Her clothes were torn into pieces by the whip, revealing her scarred skin, like a broken painting.
The wounds were crisscrossed and deep enough to see the bones. Blood gushed out of them, staining the ground red.
Her originally smooth hair had now become messy, sticking to both sides of her cheeks, looking extremely disheveled.
As time went by, Shen Ruoyan's body gradually lost its human form, and became a bloody mess. The blood stained the ground red, as if she was a torn doll.
Her curses became weaker and weaker. Her body could no longer withstand such cruel torture and began to show signs of collapse.