The Scars of Fortune

It was Fengyun Lie.

This guy truly was the strongest among them. Even after fighting to this extent, he could still pierce through the Demon Prison Sala Tree's defenses.

But Ning Ye could let anyone else go—just not him.

The next moment, the Forbidden Ancient Staff appeared, plunging down along that radiance like a divine pillar holding up the heavens. Amid the surging winds and clouds, the Forbidden Ancient Staff was blasted into the sky, spinning end over end. Yet Fengyun Lie, delayed by that blow, lost his chance to escape and was dragged back onto the island once more.

"Ning Ye!" Fengyun Lie let out a cry of boundless fury.

"That's right. It's me." Ning Ye smiled.

"I am the Son of Fortune! Whoever kills me shall surely suffer Heaven's condemnation!" Fengyun Lie shouted. At this point, he could no longer care about concealing his secret and cried it out directly.

"I believe that, which is why I won't kill you. If you are to die, it will be at someone else's hands." Ning Ye said bluntly, "Whichever one of you kills Fengyun Lie, I'll let him leave the formation."

Hong Gang roared, "Don't think you can deceive and use us again!"

"Is that so?" Ning Ye smiled. "If I wanted to kill you, why would I need to deceive you? In my eyes, you are nothing. Only Fengyun Lie is worth a little of my attention. For me, the gains from this battle are destined to be incomplete. Between you and Fengyun Lie, only one side can live. Either I kill all of you, and Fengyun Lie lives alone—or Fengyun Lie dies, and the rest of you may live. If you do not believe me, then let me show you my methods."

With that, he stopped wasting words