Su Fei opened his eyes, feeling clearheaded and refreshed.
"Good. Now that I have the cultivation art, it's time to test its power."
He looked at the Flying Eagle Sect disciples before him. Seeing that none of them had fled, he smiled faintly.
In fact, to these Flying Eagle Sect disciples, the memories of that simulated cultivation had taken only a brief instant.
Naturally, they could not have escaped in that instant. More importantly, these Flying Eagle Sect disciples who had followed Duanmu Hua into the demons' camp did not have the courage to do so.
Duanmu Hua was kowtowing even more frantically, his head pounding the ground like a pestle pounding garlic.
"Spare me, Lord Su Fei! Spare me!"
Su Fei glanced sideways at him and said,
"Your father and your master are both dead. Are you going to join them?"
"That's how you can be a filial disciple and a filial son."
Those simple words pierced his heart, every syllable sealing off every path Duanmu Hua had to survival.
Duanmu Hua shuddered violently. His kowtowing abruptly froze, his head pressed hard against the cold ground. His mouth hung wide open, and rasping sounds came from his throat, but he could not utter a single word.
All his pleas for mercy and hopes of a lucky escape shattered in an instant. He went utterly numb, the last glimmer of his will to live extinguished in his eyes, leaving only boundless despair.
Seeing this, the remaining Flying Eagle Sect disciples beside him were frightened out of their wits. Their bodies went limp, and even the strength to stand vanished completely. Every face was ashen.
Su Fei spared this deeply sinful group no further glance. A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and with a slight stir of his thoughts, he