"You!"
Several of the captives were furious.
"You bastard!"
The gray-robed old man had looked after many people during the journey. Even as a prisoner himself, he had helped weaker captives again and again whenever he could, and he had earned a great deal of respect among them. Seeing him struck for no reason naturally enraged everyone.
Cang Jue's expression darkened at once. "What? You want to rebel?"
The whip cracked again, and then again, striking several of the people who had spoken up. The Soul-Sealing Shackles kept them from using enough cultivation to protect themselves, so their flesh split open immediately, and cries of pain echoed through the mine.
Cang Jue sneered. "A pack of slaves dares to shout at me?" He looked around with contempt. "You're livestock, and nothing more. Remember that clearly."
He raised the whip. "Those few lashes were only a warning. If any of you displeases me again…"
