Of the twenty-odd Leng Family members, five or six begged for mercy at this moment.
It seemed some of them did fear death. Only, those Leng Family members who had left Yellow Springs Valley earlier had been relatively tight-lipped.
It seemed they had been carefully selected before being allowed to leave this place.
Leng Xiurong merely glanced at them and snorted coldly.
"You are a disgrace to the Leng Family. The Leng Family may have suffered a narrow defeat, but even if every member of my Leng Family dies today, we will never beg for mercy. Weaklings like you are not worthy of being Leng Family members."
With that, Leng Xiurong widened her eyes.
The character "Leng" instantly appeared on the foreheads of those Leng Family members who had begged for mercy.
Curse marks. Curse marks again.
The next second, those Leng Family members who had begged for mercy all clutched their heads and howled in agony.
"Ah! It hurts! It hurts!"
"Curse marks! They're 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.
"Do you see me moving? Though I, Leng Xiurong, am dead and failed to make that heartless man perish with me, none of you will ever get even the slightest clue from the Yellow Springs Valley Leng Family."
"What are you trying to do?"
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 within those Leng Family members. That was rather inconceivable.
Leng Xiurong still wore a cold smile and did not answer