"Sect Master!"
The others from the Elephant Armor Sect cried out in alarm when they saw their sect master suppressed.
"Elder Jin, our Elephant Armor Sect is willing to surrender! Please spare our sect master!"
Jin Peng looked down from above at Huyan Zhen's face, twisted with excruciating pain. "I preferred that arrogant look you had before."
"N-no! I wouldn't dare!"
Huyan Zhen clenched his teeth and hurriedly spoke.
"When everyone else surrendered just now, what were you doing?" Jin Peng's gaze was icy.
"I... cough, cough..."
Huyan Zhen opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but choked on blood and began coughing violently.
"Forget it. I can't be bothered to hear any more explanations. Just die."
"N-no... please!"
At those words, Huyan Zhen cried out, terror in his eyes.
Jin Peng ignored his pleas and abruptly increased the force of the giant golden palm.
Then he pressed down.
"Arrgh-!"
Huyan Zhen let out an agonized scream as he was crushed flat against the ground. Blood spurted from his skin, his eyes bulging wide.
Jin Peng's palm smashed his entire body into a meat patty!
The sight frightened the other factions and unaffiliated cultivators so badly that their souls nearly fled their bodies.
Everyone dropped to their knees, including those Soul Douluo experts who usually enjoyed such exalted standing, and began desperately begging for mercy.
Huyan Zhen's gruesome death had shaken them too deeply.
He had been the sect master of the Elephant Armor Sect.
A rank-89 Soul Douluo with few rivals below Titled Douluo.
"Spare us!"
"Don't kill us!"
"We're not like the Elephant Armor Sect! We're surrendering sincerely!"
Plea after plea rang out across the square, every one heartfelt.
The members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan also collapsed to the ground in fright, staring at Jin