No one dared object to Yun Ran's words. Someone immediately stepped forward and roughly dragged over the person Yun Ran had just pointed out.
As for the process of dragging him over, naturally, no one cared about what a prisoner thought.
"Kneel!"
After dragging the man over, the subordinate kicked the back of his knees, clearly wanting to make him kneel.
After all, even they had to kneel respectfully; this prisoner, of course, should kneel as well.
Only, the subordinate clearly hadn't expected that even as a prisoner, this guy's spine would still be so stiff. His kick landed, yet the man was standing ramrod straight.
The subordinate immediately felt he'd lost face. Lord Divine Envoy had ordered him once, and he ended up getting slapped in the face by a mere prisoner.
"You're courting death!"
He immediately raised the whip in his hand, wanting to lash this hard bone once. He refused to believe it—faced with a beating to death, this man still wouldn't kneel!
