Long Nü, Lan Jiaoye, Gu Qianqian, Chi Yan, Shi Chuanshan, and the others were all excited.
The eyes of the twelve Sect Masters and the members of the twelve great sects also lit up as they looked at Xiao Yang with passion.
At this moment, Xiao Yang was like an invincible god of war. He was deeply imprinted in their hearts and became their spiritual pillar. As long as Xiao Yang was there, the North Pole Town would not be harmed.
"Bastard, I, I, I …"
Han Mie, who had fallen to the ground, roared. His expression was furious and his face was ferocious. His eyes were full of hatred and resentment.
He struggled and wanted to stand up and fight Xiao Yang.
However, he was enraged. Coupled with the accumulation of his injuries, he could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His face instantly turned pale without a trace of blood. He also began to weaken. He collapsed on the ground and could only stare unwillingly and clench his fists.
At this moment, he no longer had the ability to fight.
Be it in terms of cultivation or the strength of his flesh, he was defeated by Xiao Yang.
This was why the natives of the North Pole Town were cheering.
Lord Ye Yinglong, Lord Ye Changqing, Han Long, and the others only felt bitter. They had been captured by Xiao Yang. They had hoped that Qing Yun and Han Mie would come to save them. Unfortunately, Han Mie had been defeated and Qing Yun was held back by Tian Yaozi. There was no hope of being rescued.
The followers of the Ye Family and the Han Family were all gritting their teeth and glaring at Xiao Yang.
"Han Mie, are you still not going to submit?"
Xiao Yang walked down from the void and landed in front of Han Mie. He stared coldly at Han Mie.
Looking at Han Mie's fearless expression, Xiao Yang coldly snorted and revealed his killing intent. Then, he raised his hand and gave Han Mie a few slaps. Han Mie's teeth flew out and more blood flowed out.
Xiao Yang snorted and did not care about Han Mie at all. He said coldly, "You have no choice. Your life is in my hands."
He slowly raised his hand. His palm contained a shocking power. He was ready to kill Han Mie.
The powerful followers that Han Mie had brought with him were glaring at Xiao Yang with bloodshot eyes. They couldn't take it anymore and couldn't care less. If they didn't act now, Han Mie would kill Xiao Yang.
"Stop, bastard."
"Stop, bastard."
"Xiao Yang, give me your life."
In an instant, several Fourth Stage Wu Zun's followers charged at Xiao Yang.
They were all powerful figures that Han Mie had brought with him from the Han Family.
Their killing intent was awe-inspiring, and their momentum was overbearing as they entered the opening.
However, Xiao Yang did not look at them in the eye. He merely laughed coldly and mocked, "Han Long, what are you waiting for? Why aren't you attacking? Do you want to die? "
As Xiao Yang shouted, he took out a Soul Blood Pill and crushed it.
"Ah!"
A scream was heard. One of the Han Family's captives died on the spot.
Han Long and the others had handed over their Soul blood. It was equivalent to handing over their lives to Xiao Yang. Xiao Yang had complete control over their lives.
Now, Xiao Yang planned to use them to fight against the Han Family.
The captive of the Han Clan that he had just killed was one of those who had second thoughts, and his mind was wavering.
Since he was a captive, he should act like a captive. Since he called Xiao Yang "Lord," he should act like a servant.
Xiao Yang did not plan to use them. He did not want them to kill each other. He did not want to embarrass them. That was why he fought Han Mie alone.
However, since Han Mie's followers did not care about the rules, Xiao Yang did not have to worry so much.
Let them kill each other. That was their choice.
"Yes, Lord."
Han Long and the other captives responded. They unleashed their cultivation and rushed up to stop Steward Han and the others.
The two sides exchanged blows. There were casualties.
Steward Han and the others slowed down their attacks.
"Han Long, how dare you stop me? Are you from the Han Family? "
Steward Han, who came with Han Mie, was furious. He shouted and glared at Han Long and the others.
Han Long looked bitter and said helplessly, "Old steward, we have no choice. Our lives are in Xiao Yang's hands. What else can we do? Do you really want us to die?"
"Yes, old steward. Xiao Yang and the Great Ancestor are fighting one-on-one. We don't want to see the Great Ancestor fail, but we don't want to die either."
"Old housekeeper, please stop. Once you attack, we can only stop you with our lives. If we don't attack, Xiao Yang will kill us. In order to save ourselves, in order to protect ourselves, we can only stop you."
Steward Han and the others were furious. He pointed at them with trembling fingers and said angrily, "You, you …"
Sigh …
He was angry for a long time and didn't know what to say. In the end, he sighed heavily.
Xiao Yang couldn't be bothered to look at them. His gaze fell on Han Mie. He said coldly, "Han Mie, you're just going to watch your Han Family kill each other without saying a word? Are you going to watch your Han Family fall? If you fall, the Han Family will have no place in the North Pole City. "
Han Mie was furious. As one of the top ten experts in the North Pole City, he was defeated by Xiao Yang. Now, he was being humiliated by Xiao Yang. He was so ashamed that he wanted to die.
Especially when he thought of the consequences, it was simply unimaginable.
The Han Family's Patriarch, Han Fei, had already perished. The Han Family's next successor, Han Li, had also perished. Most of the Han Family's elders and upper echelons of the Han Family had also perished. Only a few of the Han Family's stewards remained.
Now that they had also fallen here, the Han Clan would only exist in name.
How could the old, young, and women of the North Pole City resist the humiliation of the other forces?
The consequences of the family's destruction were too severe.
"Stop!"
Although Han Mie resented Xiao Yang, he could only suppress his hatred for the time being and roar fiercely at them.
He was really angry now.
In the inconspicuous battlefield of the North Pole City, they had suffered such great losses. Even he, the Han Family's patriarch, had fallen here.
He couldn't vent his anger on Xiao Yang, so he could only vent it on Steward Han, Han Long, and the others.
"I'm not dead yet. Did I ask you to attack me?"
Han Mie glared at them angrily, his eyes filled with endless fury.
"Patriarch."
Steward Han, Han Long, and the other captives all bowed and lowered their heads to Han Mie, their faces filled with guilt.
"Slap your faces for me. Wake up."
Han Mie snorted coldly, his temperament cold.
"What? My words are not effective? "
Seeing that they had no intention of attacking, Han Mie roared fiercely.
"Yes."
Steward Han, Han Long, and the others couldn't disobey and responded.
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