As more and more members of the Leng Family fell, I shouted to the crowd:
"Fellow seniors and comrades, spare the Leng Family members if you can. Let them shout and breathe. It doesn't matter if their limbs are crippled, just don't cut out their tongues. Let them scream their lungs out..."
As Daoist Qingshan and I fiercely attacked Leng Xiufeng, I spoke those words.
The immortals of Flying Dragon Hall and the older generation of the Lu Family quickly grasped what I was thinking—why I was doing this, and why I was only wounding them instead of killing them.
However, there were still two or three younger members of the Lu Family whose reactions were not quite so quick.
"Why? Why not kill them?"
"Yeah! If you don't pull the weeds out by the roots, they'll grow back with the spring breeze. We should chop them up right away!"
"Right, we have to make their souls scatter. Otherwise, once they catch their breath, we'll be in danger."
"..."
Three Lu Family disciples, including Lu Zheng, spoke up one after another.
But I did not need to answer them.
The next second, the Lu Family's eldest, Uncle Yu's brother-in-law Lu Gang, answered:
"What good would killing them do now? We need them to scream and howl, so that old demon woman over there gets distracted..."
The three of them suddenly understood.
"Distracted?"
"So it's to draw that old demon woman's attention?"
"Ah? Oh, so that's how it is?"
Lu Gang continued, "Pulling weeds out by the roots is only natural. But slaying demons and eliminating evil isn't something you can discuss on paper. You have to assess the situation. Even if we kill every last one of these Leng Family members, what happens if Eldest Uncle loses over there? Who