Xiao Hua and the others heard Chen Yi's words clearly. Xiao Hua shook his head slightly and said, word by word, "Some people can be forgiven; some cannot. Forgiving a good person who made a mistake in a moment of weakness yields good fruit. Forgiving an evil person who repents for a moment can only yield bitter fruit!"
"I... I..." Chen Yi still wanted to argue, but Yuan Ya brought forth his demonic spear. Amid wails of ghosts and howls of wolves, demonic qi surged forth, shrouding everything within a hundred li. In the time it took to snap one's fingers, in the blink of an eye, all malice, all schemes, all grudges, and all calculations turned into nothing.
The dragon-like demonic spear was withdrawn, and the thousand layers of demonic qi returned into it. Beneath the fading demonic qi, Gen Qing and the others were revealed, utterly panic-stricken.
Yuan Ya's spear strike had already shaken them to the core. They had never imagined that such a formidable cultivator existed in this world. Those had been two Nascent Soul Grandmasters, dozens of Golden Core and Foundation Establishment cultivators—stronger than an ordinary sect by far! Yet with a single spear strike, they had all been reduced to ashes and scattered smoke.
"Alas, I've made you stain your hands with blood again!" Xiao Hua sighed as he watched Yuan Ya put away the demonic spear and suppress his cultivation realm once more. "But if your master had acted, your master might not have been able to bring himself to be ruthless."
"Master is benevolent and dislikes bloodshed. Besides, they were far too weak—how could they deserve to make Master act? Let this disciple handle it instead!" Yuan Ya said indifferently. "This kind of slaughter is also beneficial to this disciple's cultivation!"
"Mm,