Joseph shouted pitifully, “Please, Great Marshal. I know I was wrong. I am willing to die for my mistakes.”

“Die? Pfft. I think you're going too easy on yourself.”

Even death was too light a punishment for him.

It was obvious how much hatred Zeke harbored for him and how ready he was to punish Joseph.

Zeke fetched a pail of water and poured it over Joseph.

“I wonder if you've ever heard of something called the Ghost Whip.”

Ghost Whip!

Not just Joseph, everyone in the room had heard of that term before. Simultaneously, they all gasped.

No one in Eurasia was a stranger to the Ghost Whip. It was the most feared torture weapon in Eurasia that had been invented by Zeke himself.

There were only a handful of people who knew how to use it.

Not only the Ghost Whip would injure the flesh, but also deep down into one's insides.

The pain suffered was unimaginably excruciating.

To put it into comparison, it was countless times worse than a pregnant woman giving birth.

Any young, healthy man who underwent such pain would most definitely die from it.

However, since it was first invented, the Ghost Whip had barely been put into practice.

Firstly, it was because the method was overly cruel. Hence, there was a limit on how many times it could be used.

Secondly, most culprits would immediately come clean upon hearing the threat of receiving the Ghost Whip. Therefore, it would never actually have to be used.

Unfortunately, it did not seem like Joseph was going to get the chance to come clean at all.

The only option he had was to endure the agony.

Just then, Tyler spoke up. “Great Marshal, we did not bring the Ghost Whip along. Shall I get someone to send it over?”

Zeke shook his head. “There's no need.”

In an instant, his arms began to shake as he released bouts of energy.

The energy then condensed to form a whip.

It was an energy Ghost Whip.

Before using the whip, it had to be moistened in order to be able to inflict as much pain as possible.

However, the Ghost Whip made out of energy could not be dipped into the water. That was why Zeke chose to pour water over Joseph's body instead.

Zeke raised his arm. Then, he swiftly swung it down.

Whoosh!

The loud crack of the whip was deafening.

The Ghost Whip made from energy was much stronger than the average Ghost Whip.

It went right through Joseph's skin and penetrated his flesh and bone.

Joseph inhaled sharply as his eyes rolled back.

He could barely breathe.

If it weren't for the Ammo Needles in his body keeping him awake, he would have long passed out from the pain.

In total, he was to be whipped nine times by the Ghost Whip.

Right now, he had only received one whip.

Frankly, he had no idea how he was going to survive the next eight.

There was only one thought on his mind right now.

Please just let the whip slice through me, so I can die.

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