The elders looked at one another, none of them having expected that a seemingly light whip from Shen Zhiyao could wield such power.
Even when Nan Sheng was punished by the Thunder Whip last time, his reaction was not as intense as it was at this moment, nor was he hurt so badly.
Could the Black Rope possibly be more powerful than the punishment of the Thunder Whip?
An Lu and Rong Yu, after their initial shock, remembered to help Nan Sheng up and stop the bleeding.
But as soon as they touched him, Nan Sheng twitched all over in pain, and they dared not make any further physical contact with him.
In just a short time, the ground where Nan Sheng lay became a smeared mess of blood. Lying in a pool of blood, his features were no longer recognizable, his face smeared with blood, a terrifying sight.
Everyone who saw this eerie scene felt nauseous, even the admirers of Nan Sheng watching outside the Council Hall felt queasy at the sight, some even looking away.