The fat man on the side couldn't stand it any longer; Xiao Xuan looked too young, just a teenager.
The key was that his face was so delicate that it was hard to bear hitting him any further.
They never expected that Xiao Xuan had such resolve; since coming here, he hadn't said a word, acting like a mute.
They started to suspect that Xiao Xuan was mute, but even a mute would make some sounds, yet he didn't make any at all.
Xiao Xuan didn't pay much mind to the injuries on his body. Compared to Xiang Yu, this was just drizzle.
Xiang Yu was his idol, and he wanted to be like Xiang Yu, experiencing danger and enduring pain.
After the executor rested for a while, they started whipping him again.
In the end, Xiao Xuan couldn't hold it in and spat out a mouthful of blood, then passed out.
He originally wanted to try the sensation of a branding iron on his body, but they didn't use that method on him.
