Du Lang wailed loudly. Mu Bai had hooked his shoulder blades as well, fastening the long, sharp-hooked chain to himself. Dragged by the chain, Du Lang had no choice but to be hauled forward, wailing without pause.
Just like that, Mu Bai dragged the mutilated bodies of Du Xiang and Du Lang before the Eastern Nether Great Tribe's nearly thousand cultivators. The cold, baleful aura surrounding him made their hearts nearly burst with terror. Every cultivator of the Eastern Nether Great Tribe trembled like chaff in a sieve, huddling together. Some had already collapsed on weakened legs, pleading endlessly.
"Spare us, my lord! We don't know anything! We're innocent..."
"It has nothing to do with us, my lord! Spare us..."
"Shut your mouths, all of you! A bunch of spineless cowards! The worst that can happen is death. What is there to fear in dying!"
Mu Bai had also devoured Du Yin's Netherfire soul spirit, dropping his cultivation to the Mighty Realm. But he was a man of iron bones. Seeing his clansmen act so cravenly, he immediately roared in fury.
"I was the one who led the men to wipe out your Haibei Tribe! What can you do to me?"
Du Yin ground his teeth, dignified and fearless, looking very much as though all he sought was death.
"Good! You've got guts. Then I'll tell you what I can do!"
Mu Bai reached out and seized Du Yin by the throat. With a grab and a twist, he snapped his neck with a crack, and Du Yin's entire body went limp and slumped to the ground.
"Never mind you wanting to die-even if Heaven wanted you dead, I wouldn't allow it!"
Du Yin could only control the part of his body above his neck. He had no means even