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Song Zhong was tied to a shelf made of wood by a few people, Wu Ming felt that Song Zhong looked to be in a rather miserable state, but Song Zhong's eyes were still brimming with an unshakeable look, as though Song Zhong did not care that he was tied up, and was about to bear the hundred methods of torture that Hou San'er mentioned. The door of the woodshed cracked dozens of times. The people inside trembled in fear, not daring to look. It was as if they were afraid that the whip would hit their bodies. When the whips sounded, it was as if the dozens of whips had hit their bodies. They knew that this kind of bullhide whip was the most durable, not even half a life of a few lashes could be obtained.

However, the people in the woodshed quickly realised that the only sound they could make was that of the whip cracking. Song Zhong did not scream. Some brave people secretly looked over. Not only did Song Zhong not let out a scream, he did not even have a single scratch on his clothes.

Song Zhong did not let out any shout. He only looked at Hou San'er in disdain, and his eyes were filled with a provocative look, as if he wasn't afraid of getting into trouble. Third Hou gasped for breath as he handed the whip to a person beside him. "Come!" I'll rest for a while.

Wu Ming saw that Song Zhong was acting like an old monk, as if the dozens of whip strikes had landed on someone else's body. Right, Song Zhong protected his own body with his Soul Power, this arrogant officer was a normal person who did not have any Soul Power, his whip really had no effect on Song Zhong, in other words, these whip strokes did not hit Song Zhong's body, but landed on the layer of the Soul Power's membrane that Song Zhong had formed to protect his own body. This kind of colorless and formless Soul Power was just a type of airflow, how could an ordinary person see through it? That unlucky Hou San'er thought that Song Zhong was very tough right? No wonder this fellow was so carefree, if it was him, would he be able to use Soul Power in such a way? However, Wu Ming quickly thought of the speed at which he would use the Soul Power while galloping. What cultivation level would he need to use to make his Soul Power seem like it was inexhaustible? Wu Ming no longer looked at Song Zhong who was whipped, he quietly retreated behind everyone and started to meditate. That day, after he galloped his horse madly, his Soul Power was not completely recovered, and maybe he would fight a battle with Song Zhong together later on.

Sang Yu could feel the weak vibrations coming from the Soul Power by her side. Although she was not a cultivator, she could sense the movements of the Soul Power. Sang Yu turned her gaze in the direction where Wu Ming was meditating. Although she hated Wu Ming a lot, she had helped her block the evil officials' nonsense and thus, she had a good impression of him. Sang Yu organized her messy thoughts: What am I thinking? This guy was a cultivator, but he actually started to meditate at this time, it was just that his cultivation was too low, and judging from his appearance, he should be a Soul Master cultivator, just that when he meditated, the flow of the Soul Power was not as fast as a normal Soul Master, it seemed like his cultivation was induced by medicine.

The person who lashed Song Zhong was also exhausted. Song Zhong still looked the same as the old monk, and Hou San'er felt that he had been humiliated: Go! Bring me the iron brand!

Third Hou proudly held the red-hot iron in his hand: "Let me see if you can still remain silent!" Shout loudly for your father!

Hou San'er desperately pressed iron onto Song Zhong's chest, and Hou San'er felt that he had used up all of his strength. Hou San'er felt that the iron brand in her hand had already fiercely pressed down on Song Zhong's skin and flesh, but the brat in front of her didn't seem to be in pain at all, not even his clothes were burnt through by the iron.

Song Zhong looked at Hou San'er contemptuously: Can you use a bit more strength if I say so?

Isn't it hot?" Hou San'er placed his rough hands on the soldering iron. Very soon, two large red blood bubbles appeared on his hands. "Waa ?

All those who were originally begging for forgiveness were dumbstruck. Sang Yu could not help but laugh, the young girl's silver bell-like laughter resonating throughout the entire woodshed.

Idiot! He was a cultivator! The person Third Hou'er called Master Ma walked in. He was also a cultivator. Cultivators of close to or higher levels could sense the opponent's strength. Wu Ming could sense that this man called Master Ma was a Great Soul Master, and his cultivation was one rank higher than his.

Third Hou saw Master Ma immediately protecting his burned hand as he obediently stood behind Master Ma: Master Ma! Help me teach this kid a lesson.

You are a cultivator. Elder Ma circled Song Zhong a few times, just like a wolf eyeing its prey. Elder Ma's name was Ma Qing. He was the strongest cultivator in Chang Ping Town, and because of the appreciation of the county magistrate, he became the head of the yamen. Song Zhong looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. Even if Song Zhong was a cultivator, he should be an early stage spirit soldier or at most a spirit soldier.

When Ma Qing looked at Song Zhong for a while, his face changed, because he realized that he was unable to determine the cultivation level of this boy. Only those at a higher, same or close level of cultivation would be able to know each other's cultivation. If he could not detect the cultivation level of this youth, and only by being at a higher cultivation level, would he not be discovered by the other party. Ma Qing started to panic as she stammered, "I can ?" Should he let it go?

Third Hou, who didn't see the situation clearly, shouted from the side, "Brat, how can I let you go?!"

Ma Qing immediately turned around and slapped Hou San'er, "Shut up!"

Third Hou stroked his swollen cheek and said in a sobbing tone, "Ma ?" Elder Ma, I ? I...

Isn't it too late? Song Zhong laughed coldly, the muscles on his body started to bulge and the ropes around his body had already been untied god knows when. He walked towards Ma Qing step by step, and rotated his wrist: Initially, I wanted to play with you guys for a while longer, but it truly makes this young master feel bored.

With a light wave of Song Zhong's hand, Ma Qing and Hou San'er fell onto the ground without any resistance. Even before their deaths, their eyes were filled with terror. At the same time, Song Zhong lightly waved his hand, causing the veins on his hand to bulge out. The bones and muscles on his hand underwent an intense change, and his nails became abnormally sharp and sharp. Song Zhong's face still revealed that terrifying killing intent, until Wu Ming called out to him a few times: Song Zhong? Song Zhong?

Song Zhong then returned to normal and laughed. Wu Ming patted his shoulder and said: What are you thinking? I called you several times!

Song Zhong felt a little awkward. He knew that he had just entered the killing state again. Nothing.

You are truly amazing, I finally understand why your father named you Song Zhong now.