In the Beast Fighting Arena, after Fan Qingyin had shouted anxiously, she suddenly retreated again and quietly continued to watch the battle.
Now in the arena, everyone's attention was attracted to Gu Tao and Ye Haochuan, and her shout was naturally ignored.
"Thirteen cuts... twenty-five cuts... forty-nine cuts!" In the arena, Gu Tao seemed to become more obsessed with this ancient punishment the more he performed it. Every time he heard Ye Haochuan's screams, he felt a sense of delight.
Having had dozens of chunks of flesh sliced off, Ye Haochuan's formerly fat body had slimmed down quite a lot. I wonder if he ever thought he'd lose weight through such a method?
Ye Haochuan's fighting spirit clearly wasn't extinguished by the loss of flesh. Although every swing of his Green Feather Sword failed to injure Gu Tao, he kept wielding the sword relentlessly.
"One hundred thirty-seven cuts... one hundred fifty-six cuts..."
"Roar~"
