Ye Chengfeng's pupils shrank and he couldn't help but glance at Luo Yu.

Luo Yu asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

Ye Chengfeng closed his eyes and said nothing, but turned around and came to Lan Yaozong.

Lan Yaozong looked at him excitedly, his eyes full of prayer.

The chapped lips opened and closed desperately, making an old and broken voice: "Don't... don't kill me... Chengfeng... help..."

Ye Chengfeng raised his foot and kicked him directly back into the huge pit.

The movements were crisp and neat, without any hesitation.

Muyan and Luo Yu couldn't help but applaud the Imperial Master for his lack of procrastination.

The screams in the giant pit have begun to gradually weaken.

Most of the monks' bodies, including their skin and bones, have been completely melted and disappeared.

And those who were still struggling to hold on were now looking at Ye Chengfeng above with hatred, fear or pleading.

Someone was cursing wildly.

Some people are trying their best to use their spiritual power to break free.

Some people were pleading to Ye Chengfeng, even kneeling down and kowtowing again and again.

At this moment, this pit is like an endless hell.

And Ye Chengfeng is the god of death who wields the sickle.

After today, no, maybe it will only take a few more hours.

The traces of these people will be completely erased.

From now on, the floating island's one country, three alliances, six families and eight major sects will be reshuffled.

Or maybe, not long after, even the floating island will no longer exist.

"National Master! National Master, I beg you to let my grandfather and ancestor go!"

Xiang Yunzhou knelt in front of Ye Chengfeng, crying and kowtowing heavily.

Ye Chengfeng listened to the people's curses and begging, and looked at this bloody hell-like scene, but there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

He didn't even look at Xiang Yunzhou.

Ye Adi sneered and said: "Leader Xiang, when your Xiang family forced the young master to death, did you ever think about the reincarnation of cause and effect, and the retribution that comes with it?"

Xiang Yunzhou's face was filled with tears, and he couldn't help but look at Muyan pleadingly.

However, this time, Muyan just shook her head: "Leader Xiang, we have made peace between you and me. It is up to you to resolve the grievances and grudges on your floating island by yourselves!"

Xiang Yunzhou's face was full of despair when he heard this, and he almost wanted to jump into the pit again to save Xiang Batian and Xiang Weiran.

But before he could move, someone hit him hard on the back of his neck.

Xiang Yunzhou felt some cold liquid being injected into his body from Hou Jin, and then he lost consciousness.

The person who attacked Xiang Yunzhou was Manager Wu who had received Muyan in the Holy Sky Alliance.

He ordered someone to lift the unconscious Xiang Yunzhou up, and then bowed deeply to Muyan: "Thank you City Master Jun for leaving a glimmer of hope for our Holy Heaven Alliance."

Then he turned to Ye Chengfeng: "Thank you, Imperial Master, for showing mercy."

After saying that, he kowtowed heavily to the two of them, then took out the flying boat and left.

After escaping from death, everyone from Weiyue Pavilion, Hongyan Sect and Situ family also came to thank Muyan, and looked into the pit with complicated expressions before standing up and leaving.

"City Master Jun, you ask us what we should do in the future? Hey, what can we do? If we fall back to the Cultivation Continent, we can just fall back. Cultivation is not cultivation anywhere. As long as we, the people of Weiyue Pavilion, are together, we are afraid that someone will bully us.

Lao Tzu?”

Thinking of what Ge Feipeng said before leaving, Muyan couldn't help but curl her lips.

On the entire floating island, this guy is the most understanding person.
Chapter completed!