As soon as the Thirteenth Master finished speaking, several naked, burly men carrying instruments of torture strode toward the execution platform.
The three female assassins froze, staring in horror at the executioner approaching them, and began to twist and scream desperately.
"No! No... Let me die, I don't want to be tortured to death..."
"No...no..."
Several guards went up on the stage, held the three men tightly, and stuffed prepared strips of cloth into each of their mouths. The three men could only struggle and shake their heads, showing expressions of terror but unable to utter a sound.
The people below the stage were extremely excited, after all, it had been many years since they had seen such a form of torture, especially since it involved three delicate women.
The three female assassins shed tears of despair and fear, unable to utter a sound, their expressions conveying a profound sense of utter despair and a feeling of being worse than dead.
The princes on the execution platform were shocked and horrified upon seeing this, some even feeling a pang of pity. They had never witnessed the execution by slow slicing firsthand, only heard rumors of a gruesome and inhumane process. Only now, sitting on the execution platform themselves, could they truly understand what fear and despair meant.
Ninth Master was somewhat panicked, his legs trembling uncontrollably. Eighth Master pressed Ninth Master down from under the table and gently comforted him, "Ninth Master, calm down!"
Ninth Master finally calmed down, and when he looked at Fifth Master beside him, he was already terrified and frozen in place.
The Thirteenth Prince nodded to the people on the execution platform, and the guards began to strip the clothes off the three female assassins, while the three executioners began to sharpen their knives in preparation.
The woman shrank back in resistance, preferring death to submission, her eyes filled with terror.
The prisoners were women, and not only were they to be executed in public, but they were also stripped naked—an extreme humiliation for any woman. It was worse than death; they would rather be hacked to death than endure such humiliation.
The once stubborn woman suddenly dropped her armor and began to plead with the guards who were about to attack her. Her endless grievances and pleas turned into tears, and she made muffled sounds through her mouth stuffed with strips of cloth. But the guards ignored her and cruelly and brutally stripped off her clothes.
The guards, unable to remove their outer garments, angrily tore them open. After several attempts, the three female assassins were left barely clothed, with only a few simple strips of cloth hanging on their bodies, their bodies almost completely exposed.
The crowd below the stage instantly erupted in excitement, throwing anything they could grab at the three female assassins. A raw egg was smashed onto the head of the woman in the lead; the shell shattered, the yolk and white mixing together and dripping down her hair. The woman desperately raised her head, her filthy face streaked with tears, her bloodshot eyes fixed on the crowd below. With all her might, she struggled and twisted frantically…
"Witch! You dare to resist... Beat her..."
After one person took the lead, eggs, vegetable leaves, and stones were thrown at the stage. The guards all began to dodge, but the three female assassins endured them all.
Chaos reigned on and off the stage, but the Thirteenth Master remained silent. The Eighth Master glanced at the Thirteenth Master warily, his suspicions growing. In a secluded corner of the audience, several plainclothes women secretly observed everything. Although they were well hidden, their expressions easily revealed that they were not ordinary citizens.
Thirteenth Master was looking for them! But when a few unfamiliar faces flashed by, Thirteenth Master wanted to continue the search, but the group was pushed away by the angry crowd and disappeared without a trace.
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