Chapter 829: Beautiful Tiger

One strike of this whip, an ordinary person couldn't possibly withstand it!

"Too much? Isn't she even more excessive when she beats Xiao Hu?"

Niu Mo Wang doesn't think there's anything wrong at all.

Xiao Hu is his heart and his treasure; he still can't accept the fact that Xiao Hu was beaten, especially since being beaten, he's seemed like a different person.

"I accept."

Niu Mo Wang didn't expect Ye Qingran to be so decisive.

"Looks like you're still overly optimistic; to be frank, my whip is the Da Shen Whip!"

As Niu Mo Wang spoke, he raised his hand and flicked; a black whip drew electric thunder in the void, emitting a booming blast.

"Da Shen Whip?!"

Everyone felt the Da Shen Whip's aura and couldn't help but be startled.

"Ye Qingran, that self‑righteous fool, with her tiny frame can barely endure five lashes; ten would be enough to send her to hell!"

A mocking sneer appeared on Bai Zichuan's face.

Being a Bai Tribe prodigy, he naturally knows the Da Shen Whip, a divine weapon famed since the ancient ages; it has somehow drifted to this remote Mo Yuan and even fallen into the hands of the Demon Race.

"Sister Qingran, this whip looks extraordinary, you..."

Xia Zhimeng choked at the sight of the pitch‑black whip, instinctively grabbing Ye Qingran's sleeve, urging her to think it over.

"Don't worry, it's fine."

Ye Qingran shook her head at her.

"Madam, it was Luo Qingcheng who beat Xiao Hu; why didn't you clarify that and end up taking the whip for nothing?"

Fu San couldn't understand.

Ye Qingran smiled and shook her head, "Although I wasn't the one who beat Xiao Hu, my own negligence gave Luo Qingcheng an opening. Xiao Hu got beaten, and I can't escape responsibility."

Since learning that Xiao Hu was beaten, Ye Qingran has been unable to shake the inner condemnation.

Ye Qingran slowly raised her right hand, "Moreover, the one who beat Xiao Hu was indeed this hand..."

Fu San and the others were deeply moved.

Ye Qingran walked toward the Great Demons of the Demon Race, her gaze resolute.

"Woman, what are you doing? I won't allow it!"

Ye Qingran's skirt hem was tightly grasped by Fu Hanxiu.

Ye Qingran curled her lips, leaned down and patted Fu Hanxiu's head, "Good, be obedient."

Looking into her water‑gentle eyes, Fu Hanxiu became entranced, not knowing when he let go.

"Niu Mo Wang, begin!"

Niu Mo Wang stared blankly at Ye Qingran, hesitating for a moment.

Meanwhile, inside Mo Yuan.

"Strange, where did everyone go?"

Xiao Hu looked at the suddenly empty village, confusion flashing in his eyes.

"Many people came from outside; they've all left. Xiao Hu, why don't you go take a look?"

An elderly Great Demon in the village wore a kindly expression.

"Huh? Why didn't they tell us? Xiao Chen, shall we go too?"

"Sure."

The two ran toward the outside, and at that moment a few Demon Race children ran toward them.

"Xiao Hu, Xiao Chen, trouble! Your mother has arrived; Uncle Niu Mo Wang is using the Da Shen Whip on her!"

"What?"

Xiao Hu and Xiao Chen were both stunned.

"The Da Shen Whip is the most powerful divine weapon in Mo Yuan! Though mother is formidable, being struck by the Da Shen Whip would be excruciating!"

"Xiao Chen, let's go quickly!"

They quickened their steps to the fastest.

After a brief daze, Niu Mo Wang's eyes grew resolute.

He brandished the Da Shen Whip and, without mercy, brought it down; whether intentional or not, the lash landed precisely on Ye Qingran's right hand.

That hand is the one Ye Qingran used to beat Xiao Hu!

Snap~

Immediately the skin tore open, flesh ripped, and blood splattered in all directions!

"No wonder it's the Da Shen Whip! The power is truly fierce! Hahaha!"

Bai Zichuan couldn't help but flash a delighted grin.

"Ye Qingran, Ye Qingran, you brought this on yourself, you fool!"

The Bai Tribe members laughed more and more wildly.

Ye Qingran's complexion grew a shade paler, yet she made no sound.

Though it hurt, her heart was calmer than before.

She felt a bit better.

"This lash cannot atone for the harm you've caused Xiao Hu!" Niu Mo Wang roared, raised his hand and cracked another whip.

This lash again landed on Ye Qingran's arm.

The arm, already torn open, now looked even more gruesome.

Ye Qingran, already in a white dress, had bright red blood splattered across it, a sight that shocked the eyes.

Xia Zhimeng simply couldn't bear to look, turned her head away, and cried out in distress.

After that, Niu Mo Wang struck three whips in a row.

"Niu Dali, the bones are already showing! Can't you change the spot you hit? If you keep going, your arm will break!" Tiger Demon King Aunt couldn't help but shout scoldingly.

"Can't! She's the Xiao Hu that was hit with this hand!"

But, though he said he couldn't, his sixth whip did change place, landing on Ye Qingran's back.

It was still a whip that split skin and flesh.

The power of the Da Shen Whip truly lived up to its reputation; a single lash made Ye Qingran feel her back was about to break.

A surge of Qi and blood churned in her chest, and a deep red streak of blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

"Stop!" Fu Hanxiu could no longer restrain herself, shouted.

Ye Qingran turned her head, her smile Like a Flower, the rosy corner of her lips exquisitely beautiful as if in a painting.

She shook her head at Fu Hanxiu.

"Don't come, and don't be sad."

This is what she owes Xiao Hu; if she can evade her conscience's rebuke, she would endure not just ten whips but even a hundred.

When Xiaohu Xiaocheng arrived, Niu Mo Wang's tenth whip rose and fell, enveloping endless might, as if it could trample and scourge everything!

"No!"

Xiaohu Xiaocheng watched from afar the figure, drenched in blood yet with a proud, unyielding bearing like a pine, his eyes burning with fury.

Their mother! Their most beloved mother!

How could she have turned into this state?

"Xiaohu Xiaocheng?" Hearing the children's voices, Ye Qingran's eyes flashed, and she turned toward the source of the sound.

Xiaohu Xiaocheng stood not far behind the Great Demons, his face filled with terror.

"Xiao Hu, Xiao Chen..."

At that moment, there was nothing else in Ye Qingran's eyes.

Her child, her child...

"Mother!"

Xiaohu Xiaocheng shouted loudly, sprinting toward this side.

But Niu Mo Wang's whip could no longer be held back; before Xiaohu Xiaocheng arrived, Ye Qingran still endured that lash!

The silk ripped a foot, and blood splashed three zhang!

"Mother!"