"Damn it, you gave me such a fright."
"Bastard! Who is it? Come out if you have the guts. I guarantee that I won't beat you to death! "
"You actually used a dead person to scare people! Don't let me catch you, or I will turn you into minced meat! "
The auction hall's guards cursed with rage.
"Hey, he isn't dead. He is still alive, and the bones in his limbs are all crushed." One of the guards suddenly said and was trembling with fear from Mo Tian's miserable state.
"He is really alive. Isn't this too miserable? What bad things did he do? Did he defile someone else's wife? Was he tortured to such a state? "Another guard said with astonishment. When he saw the miserable Mo Tian, his back was breaking out in cold sweat.
"The person who did it is too ruthless!" Another guard said with a trembling voice. When he saw Mo Tian's miserable state, it felt as though it was happening to him.
Mo Tian was lying at the entrance of the auction hall in agony and couldn't move. His fresh blood had already dyed the ground red.
The pain nearly caused Mo Tian to faint, but he forced himself to stay awake.
With such severe injuries, once he fainted, he would never wake up again in this lifetime.
There was a type of pain that was painful just by looking at it.
"What is the commotion?" Right at this moment, an elder walked out and berated the guards.
"Reporting to Third Elder. I don't know who threw a severely injured person at the entrance of our auction hall. This person's limbs are all crushed, and he is in a miserable state." One of the guards hurriedly reported with respect.
"Oh? There is such a matter? "Third Elder Nie Fengyun said with astonishment and quickly walked forward to take a look.
"He is actually so severely injured. How did he survive? Wait … "Nie Fengyun took a look and had a drastic change in expression as he stared at Mo Tian with widened eyes.
"Third Elder, I feel that this fellow looks familiar." One of the guards said. The more he looked at Mo Tian, the more familiar he felt.
"You … you are the devil race's Young Lord, Mo Tian!" After a moment of shock, Nie Fengyun suddenly exclaimed.
"What? Mo Tian? He is Mo Tian? "A few of the guards turned pale with fright.
"That's right! It's him! He is Mo Tian. I was just thinking why he looked so familiar. "One of the guards said with certainty.
Mo Tian, who was lying on the ground, revealed a trace of a miserable smile on his pale face.
On the streets, the passersby were all startled.
"He is really the devil race's Young Lord!"
"Retribution! This was retribution! The Devil Race was annihilated, and he was the only one who escaped. Who would have thought that he would end up like this! "
"Third Elder, kill him!"
The crowd cursed incessantly, venting their hatred.
Hearing everyone's cursing, Mo Tian's heart was filled with despair.
"It is indeed retribution." Mo Tianxin laughed bitterly.
The people of the continent hated the Devil Clan to the bone. As long as they were from the Devil Clan, they couldn't wait to tear them into pieces.
"Mo Tian, you can fend for yourself." High in the sky, the Yin Yang Heaven Soul sneered. After confirming the outcome of Mo Tian, the Yin Yang Heaven Soul flashed and left.
"You bastard! The demons killed my entire family, so I'll slaughter you! Take revenge for them! "One of them roared furiously and was about to blast a palm at Mo Tian.
"Stop!" Nie Fengyun quickly stopped Jiang Yi and said, "Mo Tian might deserve to die for his crimes, but we cannot kill him now. The Alliance Head has been searching for this person's whereabouts. We might not know who sent him here, but since we have discovered Mo Tian, we still have to report to the Alliance Head."
"That is true. Let's hand him over to the Alliance Head to deal with!" Everyone agreed.
Feng Wuchen saved countless lives on the continent and was the savior of the continent. Everyone treated Feng Wuchen as a god.
Now that Nie Fengyun had given the suggestion, no one dared to object.
Nie Fengyun didn't dare to delay and immediately brought the severely injured Mo Tian to the Dragon God Hall.
"Who are you?" One of the Dragon God Hall's guards intercepted.
"The auction's Nie Fengyun requests to see the Alliance Head immediately. The Devil Clan's Young Lord, Mo Tian, has been captured." Nie Fengyun reported respectfully.
"Third Elder, please." That guard immediately retreated.
"Reporting to the Hall Master, Mo Tian has been captured by the auction's Third Elder." Another guard flashed into the grand hall to report.
"Mo Tian?" Feng Wuchen was slightly astonished and frowned. "Isn't Mo Tian with the Yin Yang Heaven Soul and the others? How did the Third Elder capture him? "
"Big Brother Feng, let's go out and take a look." Liu Qingyang quickly said.
When Feng Wuchen and the others came out of the grand hall and saw the deformed Mo Tian by Nie Fengyun's side, they were all shocked.
"Alliance Head, Old Man has already given him a recuperation elixir." Nie Fengyun reported respectfully.
"Who is so ruthless to actually shatter this bastard's limbs?!" Bai Mie had an appalled expression.
"He has already become a cripple! Who exactly did it? I have to thank him properly! "Liu Qingyang vented his hatred.
"Those who have done all sorts of evil deeds will all end up like him."
"He deserves to die!"
"Hall Master, kill him! Eliminate the devil race completely! "
"That's right! This bastard deserves to be killed! "
Everyone in the Dragon God Hall cursed with rage.
"It should be the Yin Yang Heaven Soul." Ling Xiaoxiao said. She only took a glance and turned her head to the side. Mo Tian's appearance was too miserable, and she didn't dare to look.
Feng Wuchen looked at Mo Tian expressionlessly. He didn't know how much pain and torment Mo Tian endured, and he didn't even know how Mo Tian endured it.
"Feng Wuchen, if you want to kill me or torture me, do as you please. I know I won't live past today. Just kill me." Mo Tian spoke strenuously while his pale face squeezed out a bitter smile.
Today, Mo Tian was like a rat on the street that everyone wanted to kill.
"I won't kill you." Feng Wuchen said expressionlessly while looking at the miserable Mo Tian.
"I don't even have the qualifications to die in your hands?" Mo Tian mocked himself.
"You are the devil race's Young Lord and the strongest prodigy of the devil race. Of course, you have the qualifications. I am unable to understand how much pain and humiliation you have endured for you to endure until now. However, your eyes tell me that you are not resigned and don't wish to die." Feng Wuchen said indifferently.
After hearing Feng Wuchen's statement, Mo Tian's body shook while intense sorrow surged in his heart.
From other people's mouths, Mo Tian would only hear insults and humiliation, shouting to kill him, which made him feel despair.
However, from Feng Wuchen's mouth, Mo Tian heard pity.
Mo Tian's eyes were moist, and his unwillingly teared up. The suppressed sorrow and sullen emotions instantly surged up in his heart.
"Feng Wuchen, help me!" Mo Tian choked with sobs while his scarlet eyes were filled with hatred. He roared with rage, "I want revenge! I want revenge! I am not resigned to be humiliated by a despicable Yin Yang Heaven Soul. I want to dismember him into pieces! I want his soul spirit to scatter! "
Mo Tian's mind constantly flashed with the scenes of Yin Yang Heaven Soul tormenting him. His eyes were filled with hatred as he was venting out all the grief and indignation in his heart.
Looking at Mo Tian's face, Liu Qingyang and the others were silent. They didn't know how much pain and humiliation Mo Tian had endured, but they could more or less guess.
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