"Brother Niu..." The others saw how badly Niu Dajiang was beaten, and their eyes turned red.
"What? Do you want to revolt? Do all you loose cultivators want to die?" Mo Shao's expression was cold and indifferent.
"Don't intervene!" Niu Dajiang quickly shook his head.
They were all loose cultivators; how could they possibly fight against the second-generation heirs of the Spirit Array Master Holy Temple?
If they really angered these second-generation heirs.
It would be too easy for these second-generation heirs to kill them.
The others also knew they had no way to resist these second-generation heirs of the Spirit Array Master Holy Temple.
They could only suppress the anger in their hearts.
"I will lash you a hundred times. If you can survive, I'll spare you wretches."
Mo Shao said with a smile.
To him, this was nothing but amusement.
Don't second-generation heirs like to build their happiness on the pain of others?
There were indeed too many such things.
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