Chapter 137: Beat Him Until He Submits

"You rebellious child! How dare you raise a hand against your elder sister, speak such insolence, and show no respect to your legal mother? I shall enforce the family law today and give you ten lashes!"

Wen Yiru shouted in anger, rising to his feet as he gripped a whip in his hand.

When Wen Yueche heard this, a jolt of alarm went through his heart. The whip used for family discipline was thick; a single strike would leave a deep, bloody welt. Last time, he had been struck three times and the pain had been unbearable. Ten lashes this time would surely leave him mangled and shredded, and he feared he would be unable to leave his bed for days.

His brows knitted together...

"Hum!" The Kunwu Sword was struck by a bolt of purple lightning, its blade vibrating violently and emitting a continuous, shrill ringing.

"Baron Oulu, a demon-type attribute-less monster, equivalent to the strength of a boss-level entity," Alice reported promptly, providing basic information about the creature.

I brought my fingers to my nose and sniffed. Aside from the mingled scents of hand soap, laundry detergent, and bath soap, there was nothing else.

It was easy to imagine that if one kept giving these children money, they would grow accustomed to receiving handouts and eventually become people who sought gain without effort, sitting around all day waiting for the charity of others.

What is the most important thing for an organization to keep growing? Talent! Placing the right talent in the right position is the only way for an organization to remain healthy.

Long Tianqi stood up, retracting his battle armor. His aura suddenly turned domineering; streaks of purple demonic patterns appeared on his skin, and even his golden Eyes of the Lost Heavens turned purple. Violent demonic essence surged within his body.

The Bone General’s left hand suddenly manifested a bone shield. The aura of this shield was starkly different from the General’s own, revealing a transcendent, otherworldly quality and an overwhelming majesty that seemed to reign above all.

The voice of the Jade-Faced Rakshasa echoed from within the bell. The Eastern Emperor Bell suddenly erupted with a powerful suction force, and the evil spirit soldiers and the men in black were hoisted into the air, drawn into the bell.

Tang Xintian smiled faintly as she looked at the person before her, then turned away, her tears falling like rain.

Ximen Qing, terrified of being caught in the crossfire, hurriedly shook off Zhou Ruonan and darted to the entrance of the private box, putting distance between himself and the battlefield.

Even in an ice lake that had existed for decades, one could find several ice spirit stones at the bottom. An ice lake of this scale must certainly hold ice spirit stones at its depths.

"How is this possible? Even after being weakened by the God-Blood Stone, you can still unleash such power?" Mo Nai leaned against the edge of the blood pool, his eyes wide as he stared at Mo Jiu in disbelief.

The air seemed thick with the decadent fragrance of mandalas. Feng Yunxiao felt as if he were soaring. His crimson outer robe could not conceal his frame, leaving his jade-white skin exposed to the air with a seductive charm.

As the Xiling clan and their people gathered before the great bamboo house, Ji Yi first sent Yan Zhi to his own dwelling before carrying the Ancestor of Silkworms to the gathering.

The Barbarian warrior, lost in fury, clearly had no desire to exchange pleasantries with Steiglorna. His first greeting was a swing of the massive, hundred-pound blade in his hands toward Steiglorna’s head, determined to hack him into a bloody pulp.

However, Guo Yixin noticed that as they moved forward and drew closer to the capital’s city gates, Han Xiao’s expression grew increasingly somber. By the time they were a mile from the gate, all traces of a smile had vanished from his face, replaced by heavy grief and gravity.

This powerful man was destined from birth to one day stand at the pinnacle of the Pole Star, looking down upon the firmament.

Seeing Xia Tianqi’s retreating back, Alan instinctively offered a word of comfort: "Second Young Master, Ning Wen does have feelings for you..." In the five years of the Second Young Master’s devotion, even he, an outsider, had felt his heart soften; how could Ning Wen, the person involved, not feel the same?

As the saying goes, soldiers are met with shields, and water is met with earth. No matter how many catapults the enemy had, the city gates remained sturdy and unbreached. However, the fighting on the ramparts was exceptionally fierce, the stench of burning oil stinging everyone’s nerves. In their eyes, there was nothing left but the enemy.

These thoughts grew uncontrollably. Zuo Kui’s mind slid away as if stepping on a banana peel, transitioning from an instinctive flight from the fear of death into a whirlpool of memories.