The Ultimate Husband (Darryl and Lily Lyndon) novel Chapter 4487

Chapter 4487

The Spirit Whip was powerful enough to harm one's spirit. Not a single of the officials in the room would be able to withstand even a single lash.

However, Darryl had gotten no less than 50 lashes already.

They did not know that Darryl had been reborn through the Red Lotus Fayette. He had the body of a sage, and the Spirit Whip could only hurt his spirit but inflict no severe damage. Even so, the unbearable pain was beyond what most people could take.

As the lashes landed, one by one, Darryl continued to grit his teeth in silence. The pain was absolutely agonizing; he repeatedly blacked out until he ultimately passed out.

At the same time, Darryl was unspeakably angry as well.

The Nine Heaven Emperor appeared fair and just-he was anything but that. Darryl did not know what had happened and still suffered extreme punishment. That was clearly a tactic to vent their resentment under the guise of making him talk.

"Enough!"

The Nine Heaven Emperor remained seated. Since Darryl was about to keel over, he raised a hand. "Hold it for now."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Lunaris General answered hurriedly before he put the Spirit Whip away.

"Darryl Darby!"

Then, the Nine Heaven Emperor got to his feet slowly. He stared intently at Darryl. "I'm going to ask you one more time. What do you have to do with the Holy Sky Stone's predictions?"

Darryl took a deep breath. All he felt coursing through his body was pain, especially in his spirit. He barely had the energy to talk.

The next second, Darryl met the Nine Heaven Emperor's gaze. "I don't know anything."

Thump!

The Nine Heaven Emperor was enraged. He slammed his hand on the armrest of his throne, failing to contain his anger. "I see you've decided to go against me, then. Destroy his fairy soul, Lunaris General."

Motherf*cker!

Darryl's chest pounded with fear and rage.

'The Nine Heaven Emperor is truly ruthless. He has not even gotten to the bottom of what's going on, and he wants to destroy my fairy soul. This is not an interrogation; this is an ambush.'