Outside Sikong City, the direct descendants of the Sikong Family were gathered together. Sikong Tan Lang saw Ye Qinghan and the rest of the Insane Sect and knew that his plan was over.
Ye Qinghan's face was cold. Now that everything was done, all that was left was to let Mu Zhuang and the other Insane Sect members rest in peace.
Whoosh — —
Ye Qinghan took out the corpses of Charity Saint and Zuo Shuguang.
The three corpses were still intact and lifelike, as if they were still alive. However, the vitality inside them had already disappeared. If it weren't for Ye Qinghan's good preservation, the three corpses would have become dull and lifeless.
"The number of people who died because of you is far more than these. These three are the representatives. If you kowtow to them three thousand times, I'll let you die a quick death. If you don't, I'll let you know what real cruelty is."
Ye Qinghan kicked Sikong Tan Lang to the ground and said coldly.
"Hahahaha …"
Sikong Tan Lang had nothing left to lose. He glared at Ye Qinghan and said disdainfully, "You trash, you will always be trash! You want me to submit? Even if I die, I won't. You might as well just kill me. "
Ye Qinghan curled his lips and signaled with his eyes. Gu Qingyu and the others immediately pulled out Sikong Tan Lang's thirty sons.
"Kill one in three breaths until he kowtows. If his sons don't kowtow and repent, then kill his grandchildren!" Ye Qinghan said coldly.
Puchi!!
Boom — —
Gu Qingyu didn't even think and killed a middle-aged man. It was Sikong Tan Lang's eldest son.
Sikong Tan Lang glared at Ye Qinghan and roared, "What's the point of killing them? Come at me if you have the guts! "
Killing people was just a matter of nodding your head. Unfortunately, there were a thousand ways to make someone suffer. The most painful way was to watch one's descendants being killed.
Another three breaths later, Jiang Jingtian killed a very young expert with his spear. He was considered a genius of the Sikong Family.
"Bastard! I won't let you go even if I become a ghost! "
Sikong Tan Lang's face was ferocious, but he was unwilling to kowtow to the three corpses. In his opinion, Mu Zhuang and the others were just ants in his domain. He was high and mighty, so why should he kowtow to ants?
"Come find me when you become a ghost." Ye Qinghan looked at him coldly and said quietly, "Kill all his sons since he doesn't know how to cherish the opportunity."
Pssh — — —
Ah — — —
"Father, save me …"
Finally, the will of the Sikong Clan collapsed and they began to beg for mercy. Some even began to curse Sikong Tan Lang, hoping for a chance to live.
Ye Qinghan looked at the people from the Sikong Clan with interest. He waved his hand and took out a sharp sword and stabbed it into the ground. He said plainly, "I will spare whoever cuts off a piece of Sikong Tan Lang."
Sikong Tanlang's pupils shrank as he sucked in a breath of cold air. If his descendants were to cut off his body, he would probably collapse completely.
Whoosh!
In order to live, many people would go crazy. They would even kill their own father, not to mention cutting off a piece of meat.
In an instant, at least seven or eight people rushed over to take the sword and cut off Sikong Tan Lang's flesh.
Ah — — —
Sikong Tan Lang screamed and grimaced. His entire body twitched. His body was in pain, and his soul was in even more pain!
One piece, two pieces, three pieces …
In less than an hour, Sikong Tan Lang had at least thirty pieces of flesh cut off.
They were all cut off by Sikong Tan Lang's sons and grandsons. Sikong Tan Lang's blood flowed like a river, and his bones could be seen clearly. He was going to be dismembered!
Ye Qinghan looked at the angry Sikong Tan Lang with an indifferent expression. He smiled evilly and said, "I'm not afraid of you not compromising at all. Back then, I swore in front of Dawn, Wooden Stump, and other corpses that I would make you kowtow and repent in front of them. If you don't fulfill my wish, I will be very sad. Once I'm sad, I will make those who offend me beg for death."
"I can kowtow … Ah … Ouch …" Sikong Tan Lang could not take the abuse and could only beg for mercy. However, he still did not want to die. He looked at Ye Qinghan expectantly and begged, "I'll kowtow and repent, but please spare my life! I really don't want to die … "
Ye Qinghan's lips curled into a mocking smile. Anyone in the world could live, but Sikong Tan Lang could not.
"You can have dreams, but you have to take action first. Don't expect me to make a promise." Ye Qinghan lightly said.
Dong dong dong dong …
Sikong Tan Lang did not even think and immediately kowtowed and replied, "I was wrong! I was wrong! All of you rest in peace, please forgive me … "
Three thousand heads. It was not a lot, but it was not little either.
Xuanyuan Tai and Boss Ling Yang stood at the side and watched. They felt that Ye Qinghan was definitely not a good person. It was best not to offend this kind of person. If you did, don't give him a chance to turn things around.
Xuanyuan Tai's killing intent flashed, but it was not the best time to make a move.
Three thousand heads were quickly kowtowed. Sikong Tan Lang's head was bleeding profusely. In order to live, he had to give it his all.
"Sect Master Ye! You are a magnanimous person, please spare me … "Sikong Tan Lang fearfully begged for mercy.
Ye Qinghan smiled disdainfully and gestured to Gu Qingyu and the others with his lips. This group of hot-blooded youths directly drew their swords and charged towards the Sikong Clan.
Whoosh!!
Puchi — — —
In an instant, blood flowed like a river and corpses piled up like a mountain.
There were thousands of Sikong Clan's direct descendants, but not a single one survived! Even the dozens of people who attacked earlier did not survive.
"What a joke. If you are all alive, why aren't my dead brothers, sisters, and clansmen alive?"
Ye Qinghan waved his hand and took out Yan Ao's Life Origin Spear. The spear pierced through Sikong Tan Lang's skull and scattered his soul. Baleful aura rushed into Sikong Tan Lang's sea of consciousness. Endless fear filled Sikong Tan Lang's final consciousness.
Sikong Tan Lang's eyes before he died were extremely strange. Fear, anger, despair, and malevolence …
Phew — — —
Everyone from the Insane Sect breathed a sigh of relief. This grudge was finally cleared!
Boom!!
Ye Qinghan's final fury erupted as he sent Sikong Tanlang's corpse flying. With a wave of his hand, he grabbed a sharp sword and nailed Sikong Tanlang's corpse to the city wall, hanging it at the highest point.
"Whoever dares to take his corpse will be my enemy!"
Ye Qinghan's angry roar shook Sikong City into a deathly silence.
Xuanyuan Tai did not know what to say. This was his fief, and Sikong Tan Lang was also one of his people. Now that he was tortured to death by Ye Qinghan, he had lost all face today.
Ling Yang, on the other hand, was somewhat gloating. Seeing that the matter was over, she said, "If Marquis Ye is fine, I will take the Tan Lang Stele and send it to the Qiulin district."
Ye Qinghan took a deep breath, looked at Xuanyuan Tai indifferently, and said calmly, "Okay, thank you, Marquis Ling Yang."
Whoosh — —
Ling Yang used the profound meaning and teleported into her own world through the Boundary Stele.
Entering the Xuan Immortal Plane was dependent on the Boundary Stele. As long as the Boundary Stele's laws were not destroyed, it could be teleported anywhere.
Whoosh!
Ling Yang waved her hand and sent Ye Qinghan and the others into her Golden Immortal World. She then said to Xuanyuan Tai, "Marquis Tai, it's a small world. We will meet again soon. See you at the Imperial Capital's Marquis Banquet."
Whoosh — —
Ling Yang disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving only Xuanyuan Tai trembling. It seemed that he was quite angry!
Boom!!
Xuanyuan Tai waved his hand and shattered Sikong Tan Lang's corpse. He wiped away the corpse and blood outside Sikong City and slowly stepped into the city.
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