Of the more than twenty Leng Family members, five or six were begging for mercy at this point.
It seemed some were afraid of death, but those Leng Family members who had previously left Yellow Springs Valley had relatively tougher mouths.
It seemed they had been carefully selected before being allowed to leave this place.
Leng Xiurong merely glanced at them and snorted coldly.
"A bunch of disgraces to the Leng Family. The Leng Family may have suffered a narrow defeat. Even if every member of my Leng Family dies today, we will never beg for mercy. Weaklings like you are unworthy of being Leng Family members."
With that, Leng Xiurong widened her eyes.
A moment later, the character "Leng" appeared on the foreheads of those Leng Family members begging for mercy.
A curse mark—another curse mark.
The next second, those Leng Family members begging for mercy all clutched their heads and howled in agony.
"Ah! It hurts, it hurts!"
"Curse marks! It's curse marks, curse marks!"
"Aunt Xiurong, I was wrong, I was wrong!"
"Grandma Xiurong, spare me, spare me!"
"..."
Seeing this,
Master hurriedly shouted,
"Stop!"
Leng Xiurong merely gave a cold smile.
"Did you see me move? Though I, Leng Xiurong, am dead and failed to make that heartless man perish with me, you can forget about getting even the slightest clue from the Yellow Springs Valley Leng Family."
"What are you trying to do?"
Immortal Wang Ye asked.
Leng Xiurong's ghost gate had already been suppressed, and so had both her hands.
Not only could she not form hand seals, she could not cast spells either.
Yet she could remotely activate the curse marks inside those Leng Family members' bodies. That was rather inconceivable.
Still smiling coldly, Leng Xiurong did not answer Immortal Wang Ye.
"Leng