It's truly regrettable and laughable that the dignified Number One Sect Under Heaven has fallen to such a state.

The moment the voice fell, Qian Xunji stopped looking at Tang Zhen, and just nodded slightly to Chrysanthemum Douluo below.

Yue Guan understood, without any emotion on his face, he walked to the second stone pillar again.

Hands up.

The knife falls.

"Pfft--!"

Another head rolled down! Another living life came to an abrupt end in a desperate wailing!

Warm blood splashed out again, scaring a disciple next to him so much that he fainted.

Such bloody and cruel behavior, which regards human life as nothing, except Clear Sky Sect, everyone roared in grief and cried in despair.

Surrounding the square, among the crowds of spectators from all forces, no one spoke up to stop it, and no one even showed obvious horror or sympathy on their faces.

They just watched quietly, with calm faces and complicated eyes.

Perhaps there is a trace of intolerance hidden deep down, but more of it is a kind of indifference that has nothing to do with oneself, or even a secret presupposition of the law of respecting the strong.

As Qian Xunji said, the rules of this world are just like this.

If the weak eat the strong, the king will become king and the enemy will lose.

Since Clear Sky Sect dares to rob and provoke people who shouldn't be provoked, then he must be prepared to be approached by stronger people and bear the wrath of thunder.

However, they originally thought that Tang Hao might be robbing a first-rate force or a hidden family.

But he never expected that he would be offended by this giant Spirit Hall!

To put it bluntly, their calmness at the moment is just another manifestation of watching others order food.

If they had known it was Spirit Hall, they would never have paid any attention to that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

On the contrary, if it were other forces, they might not be moved or even act like Tang Hao.

Time passed by minute by second in the blood and despair.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky a miserable blood red, which combined with the dark red blood stains that continued to spread and gather in the square, creating a horrifying picture.

One, two, three...

The disciples of the Clear Sky Sect who were tied to the stone pillars were like animals waiting to be slaughtered, falling one after another under the cold blade of Chrysanthemum Douluo.

The screams, pleas, and curses before death gradually became fainter and eventually turned into deathly silence.

The odor of blood, which was so strong that it could not be dissolved, mixed with the stench of fear, filled the air, making it nauseating.

In the center of the square, the surviving Clear Sky Sect disciples have long been numb, and many of them have dull eyes, like zombies.

Tang Zhen, Tang Xiao and several elders also seemed to have had all their energy and energy drained away. They sat slumped in a pool of blood, their eyes empty, and only their bodies were still shaking slightly due to extreme grief, anger and powerlessness.

On the high platform, Qian Renxue had already buried his little face firmly in Ye Qing's chest, and his petite body was trembling.

She was still a child after all, had she ever seen such a bloody and cruel scene?

The screams of death and the splashes of blood impacted her young mind like a nightmare.

Ye Qing could feel the fear of the girl in his arms. He patted Qian Renxue's back gently, his movements a little jerky, but as gentle as possible.

His own face was also a little pale, and his stomach was churning.

Although he is mentally mature, the impact of witnessing such a planned and cold massacre was still huge.

All he could do was to forcefully stabilize his mind and prevent his gaffe from being revealed.

Finally, when the sun completely sank into the Western Mountains, night began to fall, and the last ray of skylight was about to disappear.

In front of the tenth stone pillar, the last Clear Sky Sect disciple was killed by Yue Guan in a convulsion caused by extreme fear.

Ten stone pillars, ten headless corpses, and ten pools of dark red blood that gradually solidified.

Today's execution has come to an end for now.

The entire square fell into a deathly silence.

Only the night wind whined past, picking up the strong smell of blood and brushing against everyone's nose.

Qian Xunji slowly stood up from his seat.

He dusted off the non-existent dust on the Pope's robe, and put that graceful and decent smile on his face again, as if the bloody massacre just now had nothing to do with him.

He glanced at the representatives of various forces below who had different faces but were silent, and spoke loudly with a gentle voice:

"It's getting late. Today, all of you have come from afar to witness this."

"Inside the Clear Sky Sect, I have ordered people to tidy up and prepare the guest rooms. If you don't mind, you can rest in the sect tonight. After all..."

He paused, his smile unchanged:

"We will continue tomorrow. This will prevent you from running back and forth and being too tiring."

Tomorrow... will continue!

This understatement made everyone's hearts tremble.

The bodies of Tang Zhen and others, who were paralyzed in a pool of blood, began to tremble violently again.

Representatives of all forces looked at each other, but soon they all stood up and bowed to Qian Xunji:

"Thank you His Holiness the Pope for your sympathy!"

"It's all up to your Majesty's arrangement!"

No one raised any objection, and no one dared to say no.

In the face of absolute strength and bloody intimidation, obedience is the only choice.

Qian Xunji nodded with satisfaction, and then ordered Chrysanthemum Douluo beside him:

"Yue Guan, spread what happened today exactly as it is. Especially in the direction of Heaven Dou City, make sure that... everyone who should know can know."

What he said meant something.

Obviously, the blood and despair here are clearly conveyed to the ears of someone who may be hiding in Heaven Dou City.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Yue Guan bowed and accepted the order.

The darkness of night completely enveloped Clear Sky Sect.

The sect building that used to be solemn and solemn now looks particularly gloomy in the night.

The smell of blood in the air seemed to be getting stronger.

Most of the audience were directed to the tidied guest rooms to rest.

Only Spirit Hall Soul Master, who was on guard duty, and the remnants of the Clear Sky Sect, who were guarded in the center like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, were left in the square.

After Ye Qing handed the frightened Qian Renxue to the maid and took him back to the room to comfort him, he did not rest immediately.

Alone, he quietly walked out of the courtyard of his temporary residence, and slowly came to the Asura field-like square in the daytime under the cold moonlight.

The moonlight flooded the ground like mercury, illuminating the ten blood-stained stone pillars in the square, as well as Tang Zhen and others sitting slumped in a pool of blood, like clay and wood sculptures, particularly clearly and desolately.

Ye Qing The small figure looked a little lonely in the empty and bloody square.

He slowly walked to a place not far from Tang Zhen and others and stopped.

Under the moonlight, his still young face looked calm.

The dark eyes reflected the cold moonlight, and also reflected the human tragedy in front of them.

He watched quietly for a moment, and then slowly spoke in a tone that was befitting his age, calm and almost indifferent, and his voice was clearly audible in the silent night sky:

"The most majestic sect in the world..."

"The Clear Sky Sect who once shocked the mainland and made countless Soul Master look up to..."

"Now, we are left in this situation, like a lost dog, left to be slaughtered..."

Ye Qing shook his head slightly, and it was hard to tell whether it was regret or ridicule in his tone:

"It's... a pity. It's also ridiculous."