"Martial Uncle, he's gone too far! Let's take him together! We'll fight to the death!" Feng Xiaofeng roared.
Never in his life had Feng Xiaofeng suffered such humiliation. Even his earlier defeat at Huang Xiao's hands had not felt as shameful as this.
He wanted them to crawl out? Wouldn't that make them nothing more than dogs?
If word got out, not only would the Sword Pavilion's prestige be swept into the dust, but how could they ever show their faces in the Jianghu again?
Feng Xiaofeng might fare a little better. He was young, after all, and even if outsiders talked, they would not talk for long. But Yang Hengchang was different. He was a Void Martial Realm expert, after all. Could he really crawl away like a dog?
Yang Hengchang's face twisted. He had known Wang Jiu would not let him off easily, but he had never expected such harsh conditions.
"You've gone too far!" Yang Hengchang said, veins bulging across his face.
"If you think this old man has gone too far, fine. Leave your life behind, and this old man will let them leave!" Wang Jiu pointed at the Sword Pavilion members behind Yang Hengchang.
Leave his own life behind so the others could leave?
How could that possibly happen?
How could Yang Hengchang give up his life for the people behind him? If he could, he would rather trade their lives for his own.
"I'm already showing you exceptional mercy by not killing you. If you want to die, come forward and try me," Wang Jiu said calmly, seated on his stool.
But to Yang Hengchang and the others, that calm tone was pure mockery.
Yang Hengchang fell silent for a moment, while Feng Xiaofeng and the others all looked at him, waiting for his