(Second update)
"Y-Yang Ming?" Feeling the grip on his wrist and finding himself unable to break free, Yan paled in shock. "How did you get here? Our capture operation was so secret that there was no way word could have leaked. Did Xie Yue betray our whereabouts?"
"Don't make such a fuss."
Yang Ming twisted Yan's wrist backward and snapped it with effortless ease.
Before Yang Ming, Yan's flame Martial Soul seemed to have been struck dumb. It could do nothing at all, suppressed completely.
Looking at Yan's defiant expression, Yang Ming said casually, "Don't think Spirit Hall is the only powerful force in this world. Our Sky-Blasting Gang is every bit your equal!"
As if to prove Yang Ming's point, screams rang out one after another from the other battlefield surrounding Hu Liena, accompanied by the thuds of bodies hitting the ground.
Yan's eyes widened in terror as he watched the other members of the pursuit team die one by one at the hands of the black-robed figures. He felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar, his entire body turning cold.
"Dead... they're all dead..."
The last tiny thread of hope in Yan's heart was like a feeble candle flame, easily snuffed out by a gale.
"Don't worry. You'll be heading down to the Yellow Springs soon to reunite with your friends." Yang Ming's lips curled upward as he echoed the tone Yan had used toward Xie Yue earlier.
"Yang Ming, wait."
Just as Yang Ming was about to execute Yan, an unexpected voice stopped him.
Yang Ming turned sharply and saw Hu Liena staggering toward him. She said:
"Yang Ming, I hope you'll show mercy and spare Yan's life."
"Why?"
"No matter what, Yan was once part of our team. I don't want to see