Outside the square, Duan Longfei, the head of the Black Dragon Family family, stood in the crowd, his hands trembling slightly. He looked at Duan Jian standing in the pit, stepping on the back of Sikong Yi, and his eyes turned red.
Clan Member asked something in a low voice next to him. Duan Longfei did not look back, but just murmured in a low voice, "Back then, due to the power of the Silver Wing Family, I could only suppress that incident. He actually grew up healthy and has reached this stage today. It seems that he is the son of Duan Yun... I, Black Dragon Family, finally gave birth to a real Legendary Rank."
Duan Jian didn't hear what Duan Longfei said. He just looked down at Sikong Yi at his feet, looked at it for a while, then let go of his hand and stood up.
He turned around, faced the crowd outside the square, and walked back step by step.
He walked very slowly, and the wounds on his body were still bleeding. The dark red blood was dragged out from under his feet, leaving a long trace on Bluestone Slab.
But his back was straight and his steps were steady, as if nothing had happened.
After walking a few steps, Duan Jian stopped. He turned his head, looked across the crowd, and landed on the spot where he was tied to the stone pillar, covered in injuries. The place was now empty. Then he turned his head and continued walking forward.
Sikong Yi was lying at the bottom of the pit, looking at Duan Jian's walking back, another mouthful of blood foamed out of his mouth, and his eyes slowly closed.
Duan Jian's finger joints holding the handle of the knife turned pale white due to excessive force, and the tip of the knife was firmly pressed against the flesh of Sikong Yi's back neck.
As long as he pressed down half an inch, the blade would cut through the old and loose skin, cut off the spine, and let the man who had tortured him for more than ten years finally die.
Sikong Yi was lying in the mud, his dark silver brocade robe had been torn into rags, and the backlash of the Mystic Marrow Elixir drug was raging crazily in his Meridians.
His cultivation level that he had originally forcibly raised to Legendary Peak was now like a punctured air bag. Spiritual Power was leaking out along the broken Meridians, and he no longer had the strength to even lift a finger.
He could only gasp for breath, and blood mixed with broken internal organs kept pouring out of his mouth.
The moment Duan Jian pressed down his wrist, preparing to kill him, a figure suddenly emerged from the crowd on the right.
The figure didn't hesitate at all, nor did he pull out the sword at his waist. Instead, he directly hit Duan Jian's blade with his body. It was Sikong Hongyue.
Duan Jian's pupils shrank suddenly. He could no longer withdraw the full strength of his sword, so he could only forcefully change the direction and deflect the blade into the mud on the side.
The heavy sword scraped Sikong Hongyue's left shoulder and fell, hitting Bluestone Slab heavily on the ground with a loud bang and gravel flying.
But even though Duan Jian withdrew most of his strength, the aftermath of Black Dragon Spiritual Power attached to the blade still hit Sikong Hongyue's thin body firmly.
Her whole body was thrown away like a kite with its string broken, and she rolled twice on the ground before stopping next to Sikong Yi.
She struggled to hold up her upper body, and a mouthful of blood spurted directly into the muddy water. Her left arm hung limply, and the sound of broken bones was particularly harsh in the sound of the rain.
But she couldn't care less about herself, turned around and lay firmly on Sikong Yi, using her right hand that could still move to protect her father under her body.
Duan Jian watched this scene, and the right hand holding the knife froze in mid-air. He originally thought that Sikong Hongyue would draw the sword and fight him desperately, but he did not expect that she would use such a pure death method to block it.
Sikong Hongyue raised her head, and the rainwater ran down her pale cheeks, diluting the blood on the corners of her mouth. She looked at Duan Jian's complicated face, and the corners of her mouth suddenly curved in an extremely mocking arc.
"After being away for so long, you have only learned to be kind to your enemies?" She sneered, her voice became hoarse due to the damage to her internal organs, but the contempt in her tone was undisguised, "You really don't deserve to shed the blood of our family."
This sentence was like an extremely sharp thorn, piercing directly into Duan Jian's ears. He frowned tightly and looked at the embarrassing father and daughter in front of him.
He should have been angry, he should have just slashed both of them with a knife.
However, when he saw Sikong Yi's lifeless state, like a dead dog, the murderous intention in his heart suddenly seemed to be extinguished by the rain all over the sky.
Just when he was in a daze, a subtle but clear voice sounded in his ears. It was Nie Li's voice transmitted through the air. "Why don't you let go of the hatred in your heart? Only by letting go of hatred can you understand the great way of heaven and earth."
He said to himself in his heart, Sikong Yi's cultivation has been completely ruined. Mystic Marrow Elixir's backlash is irreversible, and he is not even as good as an ordinary person.
Let them go, Silver Wing Family is destined to become lonely in this Black Prison World where the jungle preys on the strong, and may even be devoured and killed by other aristocratic families.
Without them, he can't change the suffering he suffered in prison, nor can he get back the years he lost.
Sikong Hongyue did not give in at all. She faced the blade and shouted, "Do it! What do you mean? Our father and daughter do not need your mercy!"
Duan Jian looked at her condescendingly, there was no hatred in his eyes, only a kind of calm after vicissitudes of life remained.
He replied coldly, "You have done a lot of evil, and no one will pity you. I don't want to be like you and dirty my hands."