"Huh..."
Tang Hao took a slow, deep breath, as if he wanted to suck all the suffocation, unwillingness, and humiliation in his chest into his lungs, and then crush them hard.
He closed his eyes and remained silent for more than ten seconds.
When he opened his eyes again, there was only a near-dead silence of numbness and resignation.
He didn't look at anyone, he just used his right hand that could still move and pointed lightly in the direction of Ah Yin.
Ah Yin moved his freed wrist, but his beautiful face remained expressionless.
She didn't look at Tang Hao or Tang Yuehua. She just raised her eyes and calmly glanced at Qian Xunji, Ye Qing and others on the high platform.
Then, he took steps, step by step, calmly and steadily, and walked in the direction of Ye Qing.
Her steps were steady and her back was straight, as if she was not heading towards an unknown fate, but was heading to a party that had been agreed upon long ago.
That pure and ethereal temperament seemed so out of place in this bloody and dirty square at the moment, and yet so touching.
Countless gazes, burning, greedy, regretful, and complicated, followed her figure.
Everyone knows that this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast will have nothing to do with the Clear Sky Sect from now on.
Watching Ah Yin walking towards Ye Qing step by step, the last glimmer of light in Tang Hao's eyes was completely extinguished.
He slowly raised his left hand and looked at his left arm.
Then, under everyone's indifference, pity, or pleasure--
"Click--!!!"
The heartbreaking sound of bones breaking sounded again!
Tang Hao actually used his right hand to grab the shoulder joint of his left arm, and then violently twisted and pulled it!
The movements are exactly the same as the original Tang Xiao, equally fierce and decisive!
"Pfft--!"
Blood spurted out! A complete left arm was torn off from the body by him!
The broken arm was covered in blood and flesh, and the bones looked white!
The severe pain caused Tang Hao to tremble violently all over and sweat like rain on his forehead.
But he gritted his teeth and did not let out a scream, only an extremely suppressed groan from his throat.
His body swayed and he almost fell down, but he was held tightly by Tang Yuehua who was in tears beside him.
At this point, Clear Sky Sect's two most outstanding heirs, Tang Xiao and Tang Hao, two brothers, each lost an arm!
The price was extremely heavy.
Qian Xunji watched Tang Hao complete the punishment, and then watched Ah Yin walk to Ye Qing.
A completely relaxed smile finally appeared on his face, and he slowly stood up from his seat.
He glanced at the representatives of all forces below who were still immersed in shock and complicated emotions, and spoke loudly, and the voice spread throughout the audience:
"Everyone!"
"Today, thank you all for coming all the way to witness this matter for us and to uphold justice!"
"Now, the culprit Tang Hao has been brought to justice, and what was taken has been returned. We will keep our word!"
"This matter ends here!"
"Thank you for your hard work! If you have nothing else to do, you can leave on your own. I, Spirit Hall, would like to thank you all again!"
His voice was gentle, but it carried a relaxed and unquestionable feeling that things were done.
Representatives from all parties, led by Ning Fengzhi and Yu Yuanzhen, stood up after hearing the words.
Ning Fengzhi put that gentle smile on his face again, and bowed slightly to Qian Xunji:
"His Holiness the Pope You're welcome. It is our duty to eliminate evil and maintain order in the mainland Soul Master World. Now that the matter is over, I will not disturb you and leave here."
Yu Yuanzhen also echoed in a deep voice, "Farewell!"
Representatives of other forces also hurriedly saluted and said goodbye with a respectful attitude.
Soon, under the guidance of the Spirit Hall Soul Master, the dark crowd of spectators began to leave the Clear Sky Sect square in an orderly manner, like an ebbing tide.
Ye Qing didn't say much, just nodded to Sea Dragon Douluo beside him.
Then he glanced at Ah Yin who was walking next to him, then turned around and took her, accompanied by Qian Xunji and others, towards the outside of the square.
From beginning to end, Ah Yin followed silently, without resisting or asking.
But in the depths of those blue eyes, there seemed to be a very faint and difficult-to-detect complex light.
Qian Renxue was led by the maid and quickly followed.
The little girl looked back at the bloody square and the miserable Clear Sky Sect crowd for the last time, with a trace of unbearability flashing across her face.
But it was soon replaced by curiosity about Ye Qing's magical golden sword and sizing up Ah Yin, this beautiful sister.
Soon, Clear Sky Sect was the only one left in the huge square.
When the last outsider's figure disappears at the entrance of the square, when the suffocating and terrifying pressure hanging over the head gradually dissipates...
Dead silence has come again.
But this deathly silence is different from the previous silence of fear under the butcher's knife. It is a kind of emptiness and desolation of a person who has survived a disaster, but has lost everything, and is devastated.
After a brief silence.
"Wow--!!!"
One of the surviving young disciples couldn't bear it anymore and collapsed on the ground, crying loudly.
The cries were heartbreaking, filled with endless fear, sadness and confusion.
This cry was like lighting a fuse.
"My son --!! You died so miserably!!" An elder who lost his son burst into tears. He threw himself under a blood-stained stone pillar, hugged the cold and stiff headless body of his son, and howled bitterly.
"Why? Why did Young Sect do this? Why!!" Some disciples beat the ground and roared unwillingly.
"The sect... is over... it's all over..." More people, with dull eyes, muttered to themselves, as if they had lost all their vitality.
And more eyes were like quenched poisoned knives, directed at Tang Hao who was being supported by Tang Yuehua, whose broken arm was still bleeding, and whose face was pale!
"Tang Hao!! You beast! Evil!!" An elder with gray hair and injuries on his body suddenly broke away from the support of the person next to him and staggered towards Tang Hao.
His eyes at this moment were filled with blood-red hatred and madness.
Then he raised his right hand, used all his strength, and slapped Tang Hao hard on the face!
"Pa--!!"
The clear and loud sound of slaps echoed in the empty square.
Tang Hao was hit so hard that his head tilted, five clear fingerprints instantly appeared on his face, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.
He raised his head suddenly and looked at the elder who had beaten him. There was a trace of violence in his eyes, but more of a numb coldness.
"My son! My only son! He just died there!!"
The elder pointed to a stone pillar not far away, his voice was as hoarse as a ghost, and he burst into tears. "He was only twenty-three years old! What did he do wrong? Why should he be buried with your greed? Ah? Just tell me!!!"
The elder spoke more and more excitedly, his chest heaving violently, as if he might lose his breath at any time.