Rumble!
Amidst all sorts of guesses, the cloud of smoke that shrouded the eighth array suddenly dispersed, revealing the scene within the array. The crowd of cultivators immediately raised their heads to look. No less than thousands of Divine Senses swept towards that direction. Then, they all gasped at the same time, their eyes were filled with shock. The Talisman Weapon Path's Dao Master suddenly flew into mid-air, the magical energy around him fluctuated like a tidal wave …
He was stunned!
At the eighth matrix, the disciples of Nan Zhan were on the left. Only 12 or 13 of them were still alive. The disciples of Talisman Crafts Path were on the right. Originally there were 100 of them, but now there were only 50 or 60 of them. In the middle was Fang Xing and the Divinity of Talisman Crafts Path, Zhao Changhe. Fang Xing and Zhao Changhe seemed to be heavily injured. However, Zhao Changhe was nailed to a stone tablet, while Fang Xing stood in front of him. After the smoke dispersed, Warrior Zhu Xiu saw this scene and understood that Zhao Changhe had lost. He was extremely shocked.
But what was even more shocking was yet to come.
"Do you yield?"
The Little Devil suddenly shouted. He stretched out his hand and a lightning whip appeared in front of him, lashing at Zhao Changhe.
"Crack …"
Zhao Changhe, who seemed to have been nailed to the stone tablet and was unable to move, was whipped until his flesh was lacerated and his soul trembled. His screams traveled for more than ten kilometers, but he soon stopped. It seemed that he also realized that the array had been broken and he was exposed to the eyes of the cultivators. All of his reactions would be seen by the cultivators, so he clenched his teeth and persevered. He only screamed halfway …
But this miserable scene still stung the eyes of many cultivators. The crowd below was furious.
"Hehe, you can take it … Let me ask you, do you yield?"
Fang Xing gritted his teeth and another lightning whip appeared in his hand. He lashed it at Zhao Changhe.
"Crack, crack …"
Countless bolts of lightning circled around Zhao Changhe's wounds. The pain was unbearable.
Even though Zhao Changhe's body had been tempered by lightning many times and he would not die from a few lashes, he could not withstand this kind of pain.
It was only now that he realized how much pain Fang Xing had endured when he fought with his life on the line.
"Crack …"
"Crack …"
Whip after whip, right in front of the crowd, Fang Xing kept lashing at the divine son of talisman crafts path.
"Since you have passed, why torture him? Release the divine son of talisman crafts path …"
Some people couldn't take it anymore and shouted loudly, but their voices were few and far between.
"Hehe, I want to beat him to death. Do you have a problem with that?"
Fang Xing did not care about the scolding from below. He laughed coldly and glanced at the sky. Then, he turned around and lashed out with his whip again.
All of the Cultivators who had been berating him were speechless. There was a contract floating in the air, as if to announce to the world that this was the life and death contract that Dao Fangxing had signed after angering Zhao Changhe. It clearly stated that the two of them would not only challenge the formation, but also bet their lives. If the Little Devil had succeeded, then Zhao Changhe would have lost his life to him. And now, he had indeed succeeded.
However, even if they had the contract, they couldn't just watch Zhao Changhe get beaten to death.
"This little bastard is quite cunning …"
At this time, at the foot of the mountain, the Dragon God had been watching this scene with cold eyes. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, but when he saw Fang Xing's thunder whips continuously striking Zhao Changhe, and then looked up at the life and death contract floating in the air, he suddenly thought of something and his eyes lit up.
"Why is he doing this? If he kills him, then so be it. But isn't he enraging the talisman crafts path?"
Ao Zhen, the Dragon Lady, was worried. She asked in a low voice.
In fact, she was not the only one. The Nan Zhan cultivators who had not entered the array were also anxious. They did not understand what Fang Xing was doing.
Since he had already won, and the contract was in his hands, why not just kill him directly instead of whipping him in front of everyone?
Could it be that the divine son of talisman crafts path had whipped his master with a lightning whip, so he was taking revenge on him?
"Haha, my good daughter, your honest eyes are still far from that little bastard's!"
The Dragon God heard Ao Zhen's worried voice, but he chuckled and sighed helplessly.
"Do you surrender?"
Another lash of the whip landed on Zhao Changhe's body, and half of his body was smashed into pieces.
Under the power of Fang Xing's lightning whip, even Zhao Changhe's Spiritual Soul was damaged. The pain reached deep into his Spiritual Soul, and it was extremely terrifying.
"You … kill me quickly …" Zhao Changhe suddenly screamed.
His voice was filled with despair and sorrow, and he was almost crying. The bet of life and death had made him feel hopeless. Moreover, being whipped and scolded by this little devil in front of everyone had made him lose face. He even felt a little disheartened. The divine son who was once high and mighty was now a prisoner like mud. So what if he survived?
"Kill you?"
Fang Xing laughed and lashed out again. The sound of Zhao Changhe's whipping stopped, and his screams were clearly heard by the cultivators.
"I'm killing you. The stronger your body is, the longer the pain you'll suffer. There's nothing you can do about it!"
Fang Xing gritted his teeth and grinned, but there was no hesitation in his whipping. It was neither fast nor slow.
Fang Xing gritted his teeth and growled, but all the cultivators heard him clearly. "An old man who is about to die, his old friends are all dead, and he is tired. He barged into your formation alone and wanted to fight with his real strength. But because of that bet, you forcefully stopped him from entering the formation and used the lightning whip to force him to admit defeat … Do you know what that feels like? Now, I will let you have a taste of it. Either the people at the foot of the mountain can't bear to see you beaten to death, and bow down to me, or they will beat you to death! "
Fang Xing's words were extremely cold, more ruthless than the lightning whip, lashing on Zhao Changhe's body.
"You … you …"
Zhao Changhe suddenly screamed and looked at Fang Xing as if he was looking at a ghost.
Fang Xing's tone was nonchalant. "Yes, I am using your life as a bargaining chip to establish the Dao!"
"Pa! Pa! Pa!"
The lightning whip kept condensing and then lashing down. Each lash was more ruthless than the last, but it was unusually calm and unhurried.
There was no sound on the mountain or at the foot of the mountain. Only the sound of the whip kept reaching the ears of the cultivators.
This sound was like a lightning whip, constantly lashing on the hearts of the cultivators.
"This … this little devil, is he trying to use this method to force us to agree to Nan Zhan's establishment of the Dao?"
Someone couldn't help but cry out in a trembling voice.
They had already vaguely guessed what Fang Xing was thinking. This little devil seemed to be brainless, but in reality, he was terrifyingly sinister. From the moment they signed the life and death contract, he must have had this idea. After breaking the array, he deliberately whipped the dignified Divine Son of the Talisman Crafts Dao, Zhao Changhe. Firstly, it was for revenge, and secondly, he was using this method to force the Talisman Crafts Dao Master and the Northern Region cultivators to admit defeat. The life and death contract already had a clear bet. It was not impossible for the Talisman Crafts Dao Master and the Northern Region cultivators to save Zhao Changhe, but according to the bet, if they dared to save Zhao Changhe, they would have to agree to Nan Zhan's establishment of the Dao.
This whipping process was obviously a process of waiting for the Northern Region's Zhu Xiu and the Talisman Crafts Dao Master to speak up.
To save or not to save?
To watch as their Divine Son was beaten to death, or to swallow this anger and agree to Nan Zhan's establishment of the Dao?
Wouldn't it be cruel if they didn't save him?
Moreover, if the Talisman Crafts Dao Master could only watch as the Divine Son of the Talisman Crafts Dao Master was beaten to death, it would be a fatal blow to the reputation of the Talisman Crafts Dao Master.
If they saved him, it would undoubtedly be letting the Cultivator Nan Zhan and the little devil get away with it.
Because no matter how they looked at it, the little devil was already an arrow at the end of its flight. It was impossible for him to pass the next two rounds.
Countless gazes were now focused on the Talisman Crafts Dao Master's face. The young-looking Dao Master's eyes were also terrifyingly cold. His eyes were fixed on Zhao Changhe, who was being whipped by the little devil on the mountain. His face looked like cold jade, but if you looked closely, you could see that every time the little devil whipped Zhao Changhe, the corners of his eyes would twitch slightly.
After all, the entire Talisman Crafts Dao Master had spent a hundred years to nurture a Divine Son.
If he was really beaten to death, would the Talisman Crafts Dao have the time to nurture a second Divine Son?
To save or not to save?
The Talisman Weapon Path Master's expression was taut and his heartstrings were trembling. If Zhao Changhe had died in the formation, he would have been extremely furious. However, he would not have been in such a dilemma where he could only watch helplessly as his Divine Son was beaten to death and did not know whether he should save him or not. Given his temperament, how could he not understand that the little devil was simply using this method to force him to save Zhao Changhe?
At this moment, beside him, the old Pure Yang Dao Master and the Spirit Yin Dao Master also looked at his face.
There was a strange light in their eyes. They seemed to want to say something, but in the end, they could only remain silent.
After all, this matter still had to be decided by the Talisman Crafts Dao Master.
Although the Talisman Crafts Dao Master might not be able to represent the opinion of the entire Northern Region of the Divine Prefecture, if he agreed to the little devil Nan Zhan's establishment of the Dao in order to save his Divine Son, the Pure Yang Dao Master and the Spirit Yin Dao Master would not say anything. After all, the situation was different. If he was in a different place, he could more or less understand the Talisman Crafts Dao Master's thoughts. After all, a Divine Son was no ordinary person.
The remaining problem was whether he would save him or not!
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