As his brothers were mercilessly slaughtered, Jiang Ya roared inwardly and bellowed again and again. Keeping his divine sense locked on Mu Bai, he clawed frantically at the earth, his hands already drenched in blood.
Sensing the scene through his divine sense, Mu Bai's heart ached terribly too! Though servility was deeply rooted in these cultivators, each was still a living, breathing person. At the same time, bitter hatred filled his heart-he hated that they would rather wait for death than fight for freedom!
Another incense stick's worth of time soon passed, and Dai Ming gave the order to execute them. Of the thousand about to die, some were still kowtowing incessantly, some stood blankly like dead wood, and others wept bitterly, slumped on the ground. The sight was unbearable. Even the thousands of cultivators Dai Ming had brought dropped to their knees in great numbers, prostrating themselves and begging him to withdraw his order.
"Kill!" Dai Ming said coldly, anger creeping into his voice. "Kill! Kill them all!"
Seeing Dai Ming grow angry, the executioners dared not hesitate. Forcing down their grief, they raised their blades and brought them down. Another thousand heads rolled into the enormous pit, every one with its eyes still open in death.
The heads rolled into the pit and fell at Jiang Ya's feet. He knelt, cradling one familiar face after another, covering his own face in grief as his eyes wept blood.
"Jiang Ya, why aren't you making the most of your time? Next time, I'll kill two thousand!"
"No! Young Master, kill me instead!" Jiang Ya leaped out of the pit and knelt before Dai Ming. "Young Master, it was this slave general's incompetence. These thousands of cultivators had nothing to do with it. Kill me!"
"Nothing to do with it? You