Under the gaze of everyone, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan stepped forward and walked towards the trembling and pale-faced disciples of the Clear Sky Sect.
His well-maintained, even somewhat feminine face had no expression at the moment, only a cold expression of executing orders.
The golden Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum phantom loomed behind him, exuding a sharp aura that made the already desperate disciples even more frightened.
Yue Guan's gaze, like picking a lamb to be slaughtered, slowly swept across the frightened and twisted faces.
Without any hesitation, he tapped his fingertips, and invisible Soul Power threads came out with precise Entanglement, instantly binding the ten disciples who looked the youngest and most frightened.
"No! Don't!"
"Let me go! Master, save me!"
"Elder! Save us!"
The ten selected people let out shrill wails and cries, struggling desperately, but they were unable to shake Titled Douluo's Soul Power restraints.
They were forcibly dragged out of the crowd by invisible forces, like puppets on strings, pushed and pulled roughly, and finally tied tightly to the ten thick and cold stone pillars erected on the edge of the square.
The stone pillars were cold, the ropes were tight, and the shadow of death was like the heaviest shackles, strangling their throats.
Yue Guan didn't give them any chance to beg for mercy or breathe.
He didn't even use Soul Skill, he just flipped his wrist and a gleaming short knife appeared in his hand.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the blade reflected a cold and dazzling light.
He walked to the first stone pillar and looked at the young disciple on the pillar who was crying because of extreme fear and almost fainted.
Hands up.
The knife falls.
"Pfft--!"
The muffled sound of a sharp blade cutting flesh and severing bones clearly spread throughout the dead square!
A head with eyes wide open and filled with endless terror rose into the sky with a pool of hot blood!
It drew a sad arc in the air, fell heavily to the cold ground, rolled a few times, and stopped at the feet of Tang Zhen.
The headless corpse twitched violently on the stone pillar several times, and blood gushed out from the broken neck like a fountain, staining the stone pillar and a large area of the ground beneath it red.
Simply, neatly, cruelly, indifferently.
"Ah--!!!"
After a brief moment of dead silence, there were even more harsh, desperate screams from the remaining nine bound disciples, almost tearing their throats apart!
They looked at their companion's rolling head, the gushing blood, and felt the warm liquid splashing onto their faces, and their spirits collapsed instantly!
Not only them, but the unselected Clear Sky Sect disciples in the center of the square also let out uncontrollable wails and cries like wounded beasts.
Many people's legs became weak and they collapsed on the ground. Their feces and urine flowed out, and the fishy stench filled the air instantly.
"Yue Guan!!! Stop!!!"
Sect Master Tang Zhen, at this moment, his eyes are about to burst!
He seemed to have forgotten the severe pain in his chest and the depletion of Soul Power, and let out a heart-rending roar, like coming from the depths of hell!
He staggered and wanted to rush over, but was held down by the Spirit Hall Soul Master beside him.
"Qian Xunji!!! You beast! Devil!!!"
Tang Zhen turned his head suddenly, his red eyes staring at the figure who was still sitting upright on the high platform with a calm expression, his voice was completely distorted by extreme anger and grief:
"What methods do you have! Come at me! Come on! Kill me! It's me, Tang Zhen, who has no way to teach my children! It's me, Clear Sky Sect, who has no eyesight! What kind of skills do you have to vent your anger on these innocent disciples!!"
He was shaking all over, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth:
"Thankfully you are still the Pope of the Spirit Hall! The example of Soul Master in mainland China! Aren't you afraid of losing your status and being ridiculed by everyone in the world by committing such despicable acts of slaughtering low-level disciples and torturing captives?"
Not only Tang Zhen, but also Tang Xiao, who was seriously injured beside him, and the few remaining elders were also pale at this moment.
Their eyes were filled with endless grief and anger and a realization that was almost desperate.
They understand.
Completely understood.
Qian Xunji, this is the cruelest, most direct, and most humiliating way to force Tang Hao to show up!
Every once in a while, kill a group of the Clear Sky Sect disciples!
Until all ordinary disciples are killed!
Then, it was the turn of these elders, his turn Tang Zhen, Tang Xiao!
Use the blood and lives of the Clear Sky Sect disciples to pave a staircase leading to hell!
Every step is based on the dignity and flesh and blood of the Clear Sky Sect!
As long as Tang Hao does not come back with Soul Beast to confess, this bloody ladder will continue to extend day by day!
Until Clear Sky Sect... there will be no chickens or dogs left, and rivers of blood will flow!
This is a conspiracy! A naked, unabashed, and extremely cruel conspiracy!
Qian Xunji's move is not only to force out Tang Hao, but also to crush and trample Clear Sky Sect's last face and backbone inch by inch in front of the forces of the entire continent!
Let Clear Sky Sect be completely reduced to a laughing stock, and let this No. 1 sect in the world become the most ironic symbol stained with the blood of its fellow sects!
Facing Tang Zhen's roar and questioning, Qian Xunji on the high platform just tilted his head slightly, as if listening to some insignificant noise.
He even stretched out his hand and casually picked out his ears with his little finger, then put his finger to his mouth and blew gently, his movements frivolous and arrogant.
After doing all this, he turned his gaze again to the crazy-looking Tang Zhen below, with a half-smiling expression on his face, and his voice was so calm that it was chilling:
"Sect Master Tang, please be patient and don't be impatient."
"What's the rush?"
He waved his hand as if to ward off an annoying fly:
"When they... are all dead, it will naturally be your turn. The elders and younger ones are arranged in an orderly manner, and they must be on a first-come, first-served basis, right?"
Qian Xunji's gaze seemed to penetrate the void and cast towards Tang Hao who was hiding somewhere. His tone was as playful as a cat playing with a mouse:
"I want to see how long your good and filial son can endure. Do you want to watch the brothers you grew up with die tragically one by one because of his greed and cowardice? Or... can you be ruthless and watch the father, brother, and elders who gave birth to him and raised him follow in the same footsteps?"
He paused, the fake smile on his face completely disappeared, his eyes suddenly became cold and sharp, and his voice suddenly turned sharp:
"Also, Tang Zhen, stop using your status and ridicule to suppress me!"
"We are not three-year-olds anymore! You should know the rules of this world better than me!"
Qian Xunji's voice is like the clash of cold iron, loud and clear:
"If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price! Those who kill people will always be killed! This is the law of nature!"
"Your son, Tang Hao, dares to steal things that don't belong to him, dares to hurt my Spirit Hall friends, dares to abscond with the treasure when I, Spirit Hall, come to ask for it, and abandon the sect..."
Every time he said something, his tone became colder:
"Then he should have thought that today would happen!"
"You should think that someone needs to pay for the evil he has done! It takes the entire Clear Sky Sect to bear the consequences for him!"
"You Clear Sky Sect and Tang Hao brought all this on yourselves!"
"You can't blame others!"