"I have seen all kinds of people living to this age. I can see that you are not the kind of bloodthirsty person, so why do you have to do this killing against your conscience?" Hu Hong persuaded.

Ye Wutian's eyes flashed slightly, and a cold smile rose from the corner of his mouth, "If you really have the ability to recognize people with such a wise eye, why didn't you see my ability at the beginning?"

"Although I can't see through your strength at a glance, I can see your heart through your eyes, your struggles and hesitation." Hu Hong said seriously.

In fact, Ye Wutian had to admit that even though Hu Tao was guilty of death, the rest of the Hu family were innocent. Especially those children who did not understand the human nature, looking at their innocent eyes, even if his murderous intent was so firm, he could not take such a ruthless move.

But despite this, he still didn't want to fall into the other party's trap so easily. He snorted coldly and said, "Old man, you are very good at fooling people, but don't want to get me around."

"Since that's the case, then you can kill me now." Hu Hong said calmly.

"Honor, how can this be done? Look at his way of killing Xiong'er so cruelly, he will definitely not show mercy." Hu Huagang persuaded anxiously.

Hu Hong waved his hand and said, "He was just blinded by hatred. I believe that he still has a conscience."

Ye Wutian narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly: "Don't pretend to be a sure thing to eat me. Let me tell you, Ye Wutian has killed countless people in my life. If I want to kill you, I don't blink my eyes."

"Then you can just use the knife. If my death can bring back your conscience, it will be worth it." Hu Hong said and closed his eyes.

"Then I will kill you first and then kill all of your Hu family." Ye Wutian said in a deep voice. After saying that, with a "scarlet" sound, the Thunder Knife was pulled out of the scabbard behind him.

With the injected vitality, violent purple thunder lightning shot out from the Thunder Knife.

Hu Huagang and others next to him all stared at the thunder knife that was leaping with purple thunder in Ye Wutian's hand. They pinched the weapons in their hands. As long as the other party made a slight move, they would attack with all their strength.

The Hu children behind were also looking at the thunder knife emitting a terrifying aura of death with fear on their faces. They held their breath and their bodies were trembling slightly.

Ye Wutian knew very well that everything Hu Hong said just now was just a psychological tactic. What was blinded by hatred and what was reminiscent of conscience was all nonsense. Therefore, he would not believe these false remarks, and he would do what he should do according to his own wishes.

Just as he was about to slash the thunder knife in his hand, a cry of a little boy suddenly sounded in the crowd behind him.

The knife in Ye Wutian's hand stopped and looked at it as he cried. It was a boy of seven or eight years old. He was only at this age that he began to understand the world in front of him. He was like this, and he looked at the enemy's swords and ruthlessly chopped down on his tribe members.

The bloody memory of the age of eight is like an unremoved shackle. It cannot be removed and forgotten. It entangles its soul all the time. As long as it is touched, it will make a harsh sound.

The little boy's mouth was covered in a hurry by his mother, and Ye Wutian also came to his senses from the trance.

His eyes swept across the innocent faces behind him, and the power in his knife gradually subsided.

"Swish!"

The Thunder Knife was retracted into the scabbard, but Hu Hong's body trembled, but he quickly breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes.

"The only way you live now is to abandon your cultivation." Ye Wutian said coldly.

When everyone heard Ye Wutian's words, they frowned, looking reluctant and unwilling.

Seeing their expressions, Ye Wutian snorted coldly and said without hesitation: "If you can't bear to give up your cultivation, then you can choose to break yourself or die under my knife."

Hu Hong also knew that this might be the other party’s biggest concession, but for a monk, his cultivation level was abolished, and it was simply worse than death.

Hu Hong believed that he could not let it go when the Hu family came to this point. He was ashamed of the ancestors of the Hu family. He was heartbroken, but he was helpless.

"Head of the family, let's fight with him." Hu Hua said angrily, gritting his teeth, and then he wanted to swing his knife to pounce on Ye Wutian, but was stopped by Hu Hong.

"Just do what he said." Hu Hong sighed long, with tears in his old eyes.

He knew very well that if he fought hard with the other party, there would be only a dead end. If his cultivation was abolished, at least he would have children to survive. As the saying goes, if you stayed in the mountains, you would not be afraid of burning firewood. In this way, you could have an explanation to the ancestors of the Hu family when you were in the nine springs.

To self-destruct your cultivation is actually to destroy your dantian. Once the Qi Hai Dantian is destroyed, your cultivation will naturally no longer exist, and this kind of destruction is irreversible.

Under Hu Hong's leadership, the monks of the Hu family deprived themselves of their own cultivation because they all knew very well that this was the only way to keep the Hu family's incense. If they resisted, there would be only a dead end.

Seeing that everyone had lost their cultivation, Ye Wutian no longer made things difficult for them. After all, with their current situation, they would inevitably be abandoned by the Ning family, which would not be a danger to him. Of course, the Ning family's pursuit was inevitable, because his behavior had violated the dignity of the Ning family.

Ye Wutian glanced at the Hu family and finally stopped on Hu Tao's face.

"Your lives can be saved, but this person must die!" Ye Wutian sentenced Hu Tao to death like a judge in hell.

Hu Hong and others all trembled, but no one asked for Hu Tao. The Hu family came to this point because of him, and everyone was inevitably resentful to him.

Facing Ye Wutian's cold gaze, Hu Tao's face turned pale as paper, his lips trembled, his eyes were filled with fear, and he could not see the arrogant and domineering attitude he had before.

Just as Ye Wutian was about to take action, Hu Caier suddenly stepped across the street and blocked Hu Tao. She begged Ye Wutian with tears in her eyes: "Please, please let my cousin go."

Ye Wutian looked at her. This beautiful woman was a bit attractive. He had never seen such a beautiful woman crying in front of him. These crystal tears would make him soft-hearted, make him lose himself, and make him lose his direction.

Hu Caier's tears were full of sadness. She did not resent the man in front of her because she knew that all this was karma.

Jing looked at it for a long time, and Ye Wutian sighed, not knowing whether he was sighing about himself, or the woman in front of him, or Hu Tao behind her.

Withdrew his gaze, Ye Wutian turned around and left silently, walking towards the lush forest.

Seeing Ye Wutian leave, Hu Tao breathed a sigh of relief and his tense body became weak.

However, Ye Wutian had just walked more than ten meters away, and suddenly turned around and a silver needle shot out.

"Puff!"

A crisp sound rang on Hu Tao's head, and he fell to the ground with a "thump".

The valley was as quiet as death, and Hu Caier's crying sounded faintly.

When he left, Ye Wutian left Xiao Hei and ordered him to secretly protect these innocent people, because these people's cultivation was all destroyed, and it was almost impossible to leave this mountain alive.

I left Xigang Jedi alone and returned to Yungang. The city was as lively as ever. People on the streets, alleys, and restaurants were still talking about yesterday's competition and the shocking battle.

Ye Wutian walked past the street and attracted the attention of many people. The eyes of these people were full of admiration and admiration. Ye Wutian had already become numb.

The next stop is the Dragon and Tiger Hall. Although there is no deep hatred between Ye Wutian and Dragon and Tiger Hall, he must get rid of this potential danger. Only by eliminating the Dragon and Tiger Hall can Fengwu Pavilion sit firmly on Yungang. This is not only for Lin Qingya, but also for Yu Chenyu, the woman who devotes herself to herself.

Watching Ye Wutian step into the Dragon and Tiger Hall, pedestrians on the street gathered together in groups of three or three to talk.

"What did this young man come to Longhu Hall to do?"

"Can you want to wipe out the Dragon and Tiger Hall?"

"It's very possible. If this young man and Fengwu Pavilion are in the same camp, then the life of Longhu Pavilion will be almost over."

"It's not just the Dragon and Tiger Hall, have you heard that? The Hu family was deserted overnight and must have fled Yungang."

"It seems that the biggest winner in this battle is Fengwu Pavilion."

"Yes, the entire Yungang may change his ownership in the future."

...

For Yungang, Ye Wutian was just a brief passerby. However, his passing caused a storm, changing the situation in Yungang, and leaving a profound mark in Yungang's history books.

No matter how the storm will change in the future, no matter how Yungang will change its dynasty, even after thousands of years of storms, when future generations turn to history books and search for traces of history, they can always turn over such a page, which records the magical deeds left by this magical young man.

There were fighting sounds, explosions, and thunder sounds in the Dragon and Tiger Hall, but it soon stopped. Just like when he entered before, Feng Qingyun stepped out of the Dragon and Tiger Hall. Under his surprised eyes, he disappeared at the end of the street.

The next morning, the sky was slightly brighter. Before Lin Qingya could wake up, Ye Wutian had already set off and left. He decided not to say goodbye.

It was a quiet morning. The rising sun in the east shone a glory, illuminating the entire Yungang, dragging long figures of the buildings on the street.

The morning breeze was slightly cold, blowing from the south gate of Yungang City, blowing the black cloak on Ye Wutian's body, lifting up his hood that was pressing over the bridge of his nose and sometimes hanging down.
Chapter completed!