"Demon Venerable, I beg you to spare Meng Cao's life."
Meng Lengyu rushed over, fell to her knees before Ye Hua, and pleaded bitterly.
"Today, Meng Cao must die."
Ye Hua remained utterly unmoved as he spoke with an indifferent expression.
"Demon Venerable, I don't want the mission reward anymore. I don't want the Primordial Nascent Soul Formation Pill. I only beg you to spare Meng Cao."
In her desperation, Meng Lengyu even forgot to refer to herself as "this subordinate," instead calling herself "I."
"That is impossible. Everyone must pay the price for what they have done. Jiang Lu gave his life for the human race. I cannot let him die with his eyes unclosed in the underworld!" Ye Hua said.
As he spoke, Ye Hua swept his gaze around.
At this moment, most of the Limitless Sect's disciples had gathered around. There were several thousand of them, a vast sea of dark heads.
So many cultivators gathered together formed an invisible pressure.
Even if Ye Hua had not wished to kill Meng Cao, it was no longer up to him. He had to give these people an explanation.
Ye Hua raised his hand and lightly pointed toward the wooden hut where Meng Cao was hiding.
A streak of fierce spiritual power shot forth, instantly breaking the defensive formation outside the hut.
The next moment, the wooden hut shattered into pieces.
Meng Cao was exposed before everyone.
Seeing everyone staring coldly at him, a surge of terror abruptly rose in Meng Cao's heart.
His gaze frantically searched the crowd. When he spotted Meng Lengyu, it was as though he had found a lifeline.
The fear in his heart gradually faded, and the panic in his eyes lessened considerably.
"Mother, save me!" Meng Cao cried loudly.
"Meng Cao, was it