From the separated crowd, the sounds of armor clashing gradually rose.

Ito Junyoshi slowly sat up from the ground, his eyes wide open, staring straight ahead without blinking, his gaze filled with rage.

He wanted to see what kind of people had transformed the former Daqian into the current Yan Kingdom, decimating his army to the point that less than one-tenth remained.

If Miura hadn't kept shouting for surrender at the end, causing some soldiers to lay down their weapons as well, Ito had reason to believe that the final result of this battle would have been the same as Murata's—a complete annihilation.

And now...

He was panting heavily, his pale face covered in blood, and his heart was filled with rage.

Meanwhile, Miura, standing beside him, lowered his head. His body was trembling slightly, and although he kept his mouth tightly shut, his teeth were chattering. He tried his best to control his body, but found that he could not suppress the fear that was gradually spreading within him.

He glanced at Ito cautiously with his head down, but Ito Jungi keenly caught that look. He turned his head slightly and glared fiercely at Miura, his eyes clearly filled with contempt and anger.

Feeling guilty, Miura lowered his head even further.

He was terrified of the people who were about to arrive. The feeling of having his life and death controlled by others filled him with fear and regret. He shouldn't have come here so rashly.

Just then, along with the approaching footsteps, a cold voice followed:

"You must have brought quite a few people from all over the ocean, right? How many more are there?"

As soon as the words fell, Miura trembled all over, and he didn't even dare to raise his head to look at them.

But then Ito Jun's angry voice rang out beside him:

"You're Qin Ze?!"

"You damned thing, you..."

*Smack!!!*

A crisp sound rang out.

Ito's voice abruptly stopped, and a few drops of blood splattered on the grass in front of Miura. Miura's eyes narrowed as he saw a whip fall from the side out of the corner of his eye.

Although he didn't look up, he knew that Ito Junyoshi must have been whipped.

"hiss--"

At that moment, he heard a gasp beside him. Miura kept his head down, but his eyes flickered slightly.

Ito Junji lay on the ground, his mouth agape, trembling as he gasped for breath.

On his face, a hideous bloodstain was clearly visible, and his right eye was a bloody mess, with blood trickling out, as if his eyeball had burst open.

It was obvious that he had just been whipped in the face, and the whip had struck him hard.

Miura's face twitched uncontrollably, and he seemed to feel the pain as well, while the trembling of his teeth was transmitted throughout his body.

Although he was kneeling with his hands bound, he finally began to tremble violently, as if he could no longer maintain his kneeling posture.

"What are you trembling about?" someone asked. It was that same cold, young voice, but to Miura at that moment, it sounded like the low murmur of a demon.

The whip was raised in front of Miura's eyes, and Miura's pupils contracted, knowing that he was about to be beaten.

He immediately raised his head, and a sharp, woman-like howl escaped his throat:

"don't want!"

"Oh!"

Qin Ze was holding the whip, but he laughed after hearing the broken-voiced howl.

Not only him, but Dian Wei beside him also laughed.

Hahahaha!

Then, everyone around laughed, bursting into laughter.

"Miura...you...you have disgraced all of Japan!!!" Ito Junji lay on the ground, gritting his teeth as he muttered curses.

With a "snap".

Another lash came down, and Ito Junyoshi's body curled up like a shrimp.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

The whip was raised again and again, striking several times in succession. Ito Jungi covered his head with his hands and curled up into a ball.

The crisp sound of each lash of the whip was lashing at Miura's increasingly terrified soul; his face was bloodless, as if frozen in place.

But then, a voice that sounded like that of a demon rang out.

"My lord, he's wearing armor, and he doesn't utter a sound when we fight."

"Let me take off his armor before you fight him."

"Hmm, that makes sense. Take it off."

As soon as the voice fell, a burly man, accompanied by several soldiers, stripped Ito Jun'yori of his armor despite his resistance.

Miura gasped, so shocked he could barely breathe.

"My lord, shall I do it? You rest for a bit, and ask me anything after I've finished fighting." That rough voice appeared again.

Miura stared at him blankly, feeling that he had never heard such terrifying words in his life.

"No need, you're too rough, one lash would have killed him. There's another one, you can hit him later." Looking at the eager Dian Wei, Qin Ze said casually, and as he spoke, he lashed him a few more times.

This time, Ito Junyoshi let out a high-pitched scream.

"Aaaaaah!"

But then the sound gradually faded until it stopped completely.

Qin Ze tossed the whip into Dian Wei's hand, but his gaze fell on Miura:

"you......"

He had barely uttered a single word when Miura immediately kowtowed to the ground, followed by cries of pain.

"Don't hit me!"

"I'll answer any question you ask, and I'll agree to whatever you ask me to do."

"Please don't do it! I beg you!"

Qin Ze narrowed his eyes, looking at him coldly. He stopped Dian Wei, who was about to strike with his whip, then squatted down and stared directly at Miura:

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