Gourd Valley, situated outside the outer gates of the Seven Stars Sect, was a remote area with rugged terrain and scant Spiritual Energy. Few disciples ever ventured here.
But now, in the center of Gourd Valley, stood an iron pillar. Chained to this pillar was a man drenched in blood.
His entire body was bleeding profusely, and his clothes were long since torn to shreds. Vicious whip marks, so deep that bone was visible, created a horrific and nerve-wracking sight.
This blood-soaked man was none other than Ning Feifan!
CRACK!
A Thorn Iron Whip lashed down, carving another deep gash into Ning Feifan's body.
Blood trickled down, forming a small puddle at his feet. The pungent, metallic stench filled the air, attracting swarms of flies.
"Wang Ziming, are you a woman? With such little strength, you couldn't even scratch an itch for your grandpa here!"
Ning Feifan lifted his head, his bloodshot eyes glaring daggers at Wang Ziming, filled with unyielding defiance.
