Black Heart Jonny did not immediately lash out with a second whip. He paused momentarily, as if admiring his own handiwork.
After confirming that both the force and angle were correct, he leisurely lifted his hand again.
The whip, with a terrifying whooshing sound, struck Lord Duren's back once more.
The intense pain spread from the wound like tidal waves, further amplified by the salt water soaked into the whip.
Even someone as resilient as Duren almost lost consciousness from the pain, involuntarily clenching his fists.
"This is the fate of those who slander His Majesty!"
Black Heart Jonny called out to the onlookers, "This man before you was once the Guard Commander of the Imperial Army. He harbored resentment towards His Majesty, and thus spread rumors.
"He claimed that His Majesty was colluding with those winged beings and that they would soon invade our country. However, His Majesty saw through his deceitful lies at a glance.
