The congested streets became deserted in the blink of an eye. Other than a few Heavenly King experts, the rest had already hidden.
The Sky Shadow Pavilion was the number one assassin force in the Heaven Realm. They even had Heavenly Leader assassins who shook the Heaven Realm. No one dared to provoke them.
Everyone knew that the Sky Shadow Pavilion was the only force in the Heaven Realm that was not controlled by the Heavenly Venerables. They were not a transcendent force, but the pavilion master of the Sky Shadow Pavilion was extremely mysterious. His cultivation base was unfathomable, enough to make countless top experts wary.
Even the eight Heavenly Emperors under the Heavenly Venerables did not dare to provoke a Heavenly Leader assassin.
This was because the assassin profession was extremely terrifying.
"Sky Shadow Pavilion assassin!" Patriarch Situ swallowed his saliva in fear and quickly smiled apologetically. "It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. My son has offended you. Please forgive him."
The Situ Clan was only a third-rate clan. They were nothing in front of the Sky Shadow Pavilion.
"Is it a misunderstanding? That's not what you said just now. "Feng Wuchen sneered, looking unforgiving.
Patriarch Zhao's heart trembled, and he quickly said, "Little brother, it's all our fault just now. We shouldn't have blamed you before clarifying the situation. Please be magnanimous."
His earlier awe-inspiring aura was gone in an instant. Now, there was only fear.
Feng Wuchen shrugged and sneered. "Is that so? Didn't you say it was a misunderstanding? Why is it your fault now? "
"Yes, yes, yes. It's our fault, our fault." The two patriarchs and elders nodded repeatedly.
"Did you make a mistake? It has nothing to do with me. You have to look at her! "Feng Wuchen sneered and pointed at Ming Yue.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Patriarch Zhao and the rest nodded like chicks pecking at rice.
"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you. The bounty mission said that it's for two clans. In other words, if she accepts this mission and the Sky Shadow Pavilion sends assassins, neither of your clans will survive," Feng Wuchen added.
"What? None of them will survive … "Patriarch Zhao and the rest's faces changed drastically. They were pale and filled with fear.
None of them would survive. It meant a bloodbath!
"How could this be … I actually dared to …" The severely injured Zhao Wuji was completely dumbfounded. His face was filled with fear, and his eyes flickered with despair.
Zhao Wuji recalled his vile actions just now. He actually dared to have evil intentions towards the Sky Shadow Pavilion. Zhao Wuji was scared out of his wits.
"It's over …" Situ Yun's face was ashen as he sat on the ground, looking as if he had lost his soul.
Situ Yun felt a bit wronged this time. He had only come to look at the beauty, but he had not expected to be angered by Zhao Wuji. He had followed Zhao Wuji upstairs and offended Ming Yue for no reason.
The guards of the two families were incomparably terrified. They couldn't wait to escape.
"Of course, that depends on her decision." Feng Wuchen sneered.
Patriarch Zhao and the others all looked at Ming Yue and knelt down in fear, begging for mercy, "Please spare our lives, please spare our lives. We deserve to die a thousand deaths, but we didn't know who you were and offended you, please forgive us."
"You got it wrong again," Feng Wuchen said.
"We got it wrong again?" Patriarch Zhao and the others were stunned as they looked at Feng Wuchen in a daze.
Feng Wuchen pointed at Zhao Wuji and Situ Yun and sneered, "The ones who did wrong are not you, but your two bastard sons. Let them admit their mistakes."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Patriarch Zhao and the others nodded again. Then, he shouted angrily at Zhao Wuji and Situ Yun, "Why aren't you kowtowing and admitting your mistakes?"
The terrified and despairing Zhao Wuji and Situ Yun knew that there was still hope. The two of them quickly crawled forward and kowtowed, admitting their mistakes, "Milord, please spare us. We know we were wrong. Please spare us this time."
"This time? What? Do you want a next time? "Feng Wuchen asked coldly.
"We don't dare! We don't dare! There definitely won't be a next time! "Zhao Wuji quickly shook his head. His back was already drenched in cold sweat.
"You can avoid death, but you can't escape punishment. I'll give you two choices. The first is the destruction of your families. The second is one of your hands. Make your choice," Ming Yue said coldly without any human emotions.
"What?" The moment they heard that, Zhao Wuji and Situ Yun's expressions changed drastically. It was as if a bolt from the blue had exploded in their ears.
Wouldn't they become crippled if they lost a hand?
"Lord, you have already taught them a lesson. About losing a hand …" Patriarch Zhao wanted to plead for them, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by Feng Wuchen.
Feng Wuchen said coldly, "Patriarch Zhao, this is their business. Let them choose for themselves. You'd better not interrupt. Otherwise, if she changes her mind, it will be too late for you to regret it."
When Feng Wuchen said that, Patriarch Zhao and the others didn't dare to say anything. They didn't dare to plead for mercy. Even if they didn't want to, they didn't dare to joke about the lives of their families.
"Have you thought it through? There's not much time left. Don't let her change her mind, "Feng Wuchen asked with a sneer. He looked at the two of them gloatingly.
"…" Zhao Wuji and Situ Yun's faces were filled with fear. Their bodies were trembling, and they couldn't speak at all.
The two young masters who were usually arrogant were now in such a sorry state. Looking at them, everyone felt relieved.
"Break … Break an arm …" Zhao Wuji said with extreme fear. It was worth it to exchange an arm for the lives of the entire family.
"What about you? Have you thought it through? "Feng Wuchen looked at Situ Yun.
"Break … Break an arm …" Situ Yun swallowed his saliva in fear and answered with a trembling voice.
At this moment, Zhao Wuji and Situ Yun regretted it so much that their intestines turned green. However, there was no medicine for regret in this world. They had to pay the price for causing trouble.
"Do you want to do it yourself, or do you want me to help you?" Feng Wuchen looked at Ming Yue and asked.
"Swish!"
"Tsk tsk!"
A beautiful figure flashed by, and two cold lights flashed. Then, two streams of blood spurted out, and two arms fell off.
Ming Yue's speed was terrifying. In an instant, she had cut off two arms. The two of them trembled as if they had been electrocuted.
"Ah …"
After a few seconds, Zhao Wuji and Situ Yun felt intense pain. It quickly spread throughout their bodies, and they couldn't help but scream. They looked at their severed arms with extreme fear. Fresh blood flowed freely.
"My arm! My arm is broken! "Zhao Wuji was terrified.
"Ah! My arm! Ah! "Situ Yun screamed continuously.
"Wuji!"
"Yun 'er!"
Patriarch Zhao and the others were heartbroken, but there was nothing they could do. Their two families couldn't fight against the Heavenly Shadow Pavilion. If they wanted to live, they could only watch as their sons' arms were severed.
Patriarch Zhao and Patriarch Situ hurriedly stopped the bleeding.
"You're lucky. You're the first ones who didn't die in my hands. Today, I'll teach you a lesson. If you do it again, I'll take your lives with my own hands!" Ming Yue said coldly. Every word was filled with cold killing intent.
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