"Ah! Ah! Ah!—"
"No, please don't kill me. This has nothing to do with me, I don't even know these people."
"I'm just here to watch, please spare me!"
"I was wrong, I was wrong, I don't want to die!"
...
Screams of agony and cries for mercy echoed along the seaside.
Under the leadership of Wufeng Jiang and Wufeng Chi, both at the late stage of the Nirvana Realm, the cultivators by the sea were utterly defenseless.
At this moment.
The cultivators who had just cast stones at Ye Chenfeng, regretted deeply. If they had known that Ye Chenfeng had such a powerful force behind him, even if given a hundred, or even a thousand times the courage, they wouldn't have dared to surround him.
Yet there's no remedy for regret in this world,
Once certain actions are taken, they must bear the necessary consequences.
Ye Chenfeng, with the Black Xuan Sword hanging from his back, had a cold expression on his face, indifferent to the cries and screams.
