Soon enough, the punisher, who looked about thirty years old and also wore black, arrived onto the scene.

Mo Ye tightly clenched both his fists. It wasn't like he hadn't been punished before, and so to him, a hundred beatings weren't considered harsh nor light.

But he was currently injured internally, so he wasn't sure if he could withstand it.

With a bitter smile, he glanced at the cold-faced person who stared out into the arena.

Forget it. After all is said and done, he couldn't compare to how ruthless that woman was and he couldn't have her.

The two men in black sent to carry out the punishment, kneeled before Liu Rushuang.

"At your service, milady!" They exclaimed with coarse voices.

"Carry out the punishment!" Cried Liu Rushuang In a chilling voice, after she shot a dull glance at the two of them

"Yes." The punishers got up, then positioned themselves on either side of Mo Ye, and struck him with thick wooden sticks.

*Vomit*

After merely two to three hits, Mo Ye spat out a large mouthful of blood.

This was the cost of failing in his attempt to defy her!

But he didn't regret it!

The few clan masters usually were on great terms with each other, so they couldn't bear to watch. Instead, they turned their heads to look the other way.

Qing'Er trembled and felt quite sorry for Mo Ye.

Liu Rushuang showed no emotions on her face. How could one fail and not have to pay the price just a little?

Just like how that tyrant humiliated her. Even though she hated the tryant for humiliating her, she hated the fact that she was weaker than him!

She will always remember how that tyrant shamed her. One day, she was going to get revenge.

With that thought, her eyes abruptly turned frightening.

The punishers didn't stop on the account of Mo Ye coughing up blood, but waited for him to kneel straight to continue mercilessly beating him.

Gradually, Mo Ye coughed up increasingly more blood. At around fifty beatings, he would cough up blood after every hit.

His sinister eyes were filled with pain and the sweat from his face dripped to the floor. His dark red lips also slowly turned pale white.

If this went on for any longer, the beatings won't kill him but coughing up blood just might.

Lin Ye clenched his fists and walked up to Liu Rushuang. "Milady, spare Mo Ye. If this goes on, he'll die," he said softly.

Liu Rushuang didn't bother with what Mo Ye said but watched as he coughed up blood with all his might and noticed how weak he looked. Then, he flatly said, "Give him a blood replenishment pill."

The punisher heard this and temporarily stopped. He pulled out a blood replenishment pill and brought it before Mo Ye's eyes.

Mo Ye furrowed his brows, raised his head and glanced at the high and mighty woman with a hint of gratitude in his eyes. She still cared about him, didn't she?

He reached his hand out and swallowed the pill.

"Continue," said Liu Rushuang without the ounce of mercy.

There were still forty or so beatings left to endure. Mo Ye shut his eyes and forced himself to push through. One of these days, he was going to have that woman.

*Slap! Slap! Slap!*

The punishers continued to mercilessly hit him, because if they relaxed a little, the punishment would only just be more serious.

As Ming Ye watched Mo Ye gradually succumb to the pain, he viciously shot Liu Rushuang a look. She was too wicked! After everything he'd done to take care of her in every way...

Mei Ye pursed his lips tightly. Milady was truly savage! He didn't dare ever offend her anymore.

There was a trace of concern in Ling Ye's eyes.

At eighty or so beatings, Mo Ye fainted and fell into the pool of blood on the floor around him.

Liu Rushuang stared at the person on the floor and coldly cried, "Continue."

The punishers hesitated for a split-second, then continued to strike him violently. Splashes of blood from his body sprayed everywhere.

Mo Ye eyelids fluttered but no matter how he tried, he couldn't wake up. All he could feel was severe pain in his back, which made it hard for him to breathe.

Eventually, the hundred beatings finally came to an end. Mo Ye's fingers twitched for a moment, then he fainted again. He would never admit defeat to the woman he loves.

Liu Rushuang looked at Mo Ye and said, "Take him back and use the best medicine to treat his wounds."

"Yes." The punishers helped Mo Ye up and took him away.

Liu Rushuang got up and coldly but clearly spoke to the other three clan masters. "Is there anyone else who refuses to obey? You may step forward and challenge me. If you lose, you'll have to accept the punishment!"

...

"We concede! How could we not concede?!" Giggled Mei Ye, as he walked over. He was so small, a hundred beatings would truly kill him.

Lin Ye and Ming Ye didn't utter a single word. Did they dare not concede to this violent and savage woman?! Who knows just how many times she was punished when she was little, and yet she still remained so barbaric and vicious.

Qing'Er secretly glared at that bootlicking Mei Ye. What a true backscratcher.

Liu Rushuang walked up to the front of the podium and looked down at the thousands of assassins, who were all dressed in black.

Every person's gaze looked savage and emotionless. They had bewtiching Datura flowers sewn onto their clothes and they resembled evil hell hounds who strived on blood.

The three clan masters and Qing'Er walked up to Liu Rushuang from behind.

Liu Rushuang instantly shifted over to the very front of the arena and swept a look at the expert assassins in the front few rows. A blood thirsty glow flashed across her eyes.

"Expert assassins stay behind. Other assassins, stand outside the arena."

Everyone heard those nonchalant orders and immediately followed suit without a moment's hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, there were only a hundred or so expert assassins left in the arena.

Ming Ye stared at the woman with the mighty aura with a glint in his eyes. "She's still as stubborn and mischievous as before!" He exclaimed coldly and flatly.

"Yeah." Lin Ye pulled a faint smiled at the thought of how Liu Rushuang used to often seek him out for friendly fights. He looked as though he really missed those days.

"Say, do you guys think our clan leader can beat that many people?" Asked Mei Ye curiously, as his bright eyes blinked.

Ming Ye's pupils turned ominous when he stared at Liu Rushuang. "Even if she's powerful, it's impossible to go up against over a hundred expert assassins. After all, she's just a sixteen year old girl," he grunted coldly.

"Don't be so certain. Her stength and perseverance speaks for itself," said Lin Ye dully.

Qing'Er looked slightly anxious at Liu Rushuang. After all, everyone around her were men who were stronger than her.

Young Miss, you mustn't get hurt!

Liu Rushuang grinned softly and looked over at the hundreds of assassins. "All you guys have to do is get a hit on me and I lose. If I do lose, I'll go train in the deep valleys for a month. In turn, if you all lose, then you will all have to train in the deep valleys for a month."

"Yes, milady!" Roared the expert assassins with a slight trace of fear on their faces.

The deep valleys were the deepest part of the canyon's training grounds, governed by the enforcement house. One could lose their life if they lost focus in any given area of training there.

But to be able to come out of it would definitely make you a famous figure.

Each and every Blood Feast clan master experienced training in the deep valleys.

There was a hint of a demonic yet charming smile in the corners of Liu Rushuang's mouth, as countless little fire balls instantly appeared over her right hand. Then, red flames of inner breath wrapped her entire body, before she smiled wickedly. "Then... let us begin!"

The expert assassins immediately unsheathed their swords and charged at Liu Rushuang with intensity.

Liu Rushuang smiled wickedly and flew straight up. At the same time, she waved the fire ball in her right hand at the expert assassins.

*Boom! Boom! Boom!*

In an instant, dozens of assassins fell to the ground on impact.

Although the assassins were hit, Liu Rushuang didn't actually use up too much energy in that attack.

The assassins who weren't hit came to their senses. It looked like it was very difficult for their inner breath swords to deal damage against Liu Rushuang's extraordinary Qinggong[1] and exceptional agility.

As a result, the assassins instantly circled Liu Rushuang, then each person produced dozens of blue inner breath balls with both palms.

*Boom!*

Several thousand balls spectacularly advanced towards Liu Rushuang in the center. They were impossible to avoid!

[1] Famous Chinese martial arts technique where users move as light as a feather.