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The entire hall fell silent. Everyone waited for Fang Lingfeng to speak, but he didn't even lower his head to look at them: "Why should I save him?"

"This is unfair to him! He hasn't even had a chance to grow up... Why should an illness take his life!" The woman was clearly on the verge of a breakdown, but what truly broke her was Fang Lingfeng's next words.

"As you said, he died of illness at such a young age. If I save him, wouldn't that mean he has to live the rest of his life in this world that killed him?"

"...What?" The woman's eyes were filled with disbelief.

Fang Lingfeng showed no sign of stopping: "All living beings are born to live in this sea of ​​suffering, facing natural disasters, man-made calamities, and illness. Can you bear to watch your child suffer these things?"

"He's dead! What's the point of saying all this!" Tears welled up in the woman's eyes. "I just want him to come back to life..."

"You? What right do you have to make decisions for him?" Fang Lingfeng's tone suddenly turned angry, and the atmosphere in the hall seemed to drop. "You only think about how you lost your child and want to drag him back from paradise. How can you be a mother if you're so selfish?"

The woman was speechless and stood there blankly. Seeing this, Fang Lingfeng added one last sentence: "Let this poor child go."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman collapsed to her knees, as if all her strength had been drained away. The cultists around her rushed to her side and took the child's body from her arms. Seeing this, Ye Qingzhu could no longer stand idly by. She leaped high from the crowd, brandishing her silver whip, and snatched the child away. Xiao Wen didn't even have time to stop her.

"She's already lost her child once, are you going to take him away a second time?" Ye Qingzhu stood in front of the female cultist, and the people around dared not approach. Her gaze was sharp as she stared at Fang Lingfeng high above. "Aren't you all-powerful? What's wrong with saving a child? He has to be alive to say whether he wants to or not!"

Fang Lingfeng finally turned his head this way, and even opened his eyes. Ye Qingzhu was also startled, because one of his eyes was a terrifying gold color! But she couldn't show her fear. She knew that if she backed down, this innocent mother would be harmed by them.

“A new face.” Fang Lingfeng’s eyes gleamed eerily in the dark cave, making Ye Qingzhu break out in a cold sweat. “Then let me tell you, the child’s ghost is currently clinging to his mother’s back, and I can’t see a single shred of will to live in him.”

Ye Qingzhu couldn't believe what she was hearing: "Stop lying."

The next second, the child in her arms was snatched away by a pair of hands. The woman, who had appeared beside her at some point, had bloodshot eyes and was trembling all over. Then, with a series of screams, she smashed the small corpse to pieces. After the last sound, she stopped moving completely.

Ye Qingzhu wanted to step forward to stop her, but the splattered blood splashed onto her face. Looking at the blood seeping from beneath the woman's head, she felt as if her brain had stopped working. The woman had actually slammed her head to the ground and died right before her eyes.

Ye Qingzhu froze on the spot, her hand hanging in mid-air, unable to retract for a long time. This scene was too shocking; she had never seen such clear despair. Seeing that the woman had lost her life, the surrounding cultists turned their attention to Ye Qingzhu.

She was seething with anger and had nowhere to vent it: "You are all just scum." Ye Qingzhu gripped the silver whip tightly again. She really wanted to tear these people to pieces, but the one who should be killed the most was undoubtedly Fang Lingfeng. "Prepare to die."

Ye Qingzhu unleashed tremendous power in an instant. Her silver whip circled around her, and before the cultists could even see how she escaped, their arms all fell off. They weren't severed by a knife, but rather by the force of the silver whip.

At this moment, Ye Qingzhu had already leaped into the air, her whip about to strike Fang Lingfeng, and his gaze could actually keep up with Ye Qingzhu's speed. With a loud whooshing sound, clouds of dust billowed from the lotus throne, accompanied by wails of agony from the ground.

However, when the thick smoke cleared, Fang Lingfeng simply went from sitting to standing, with only a small tear in his sleeve: "Really fast."

Ye Qingzhu was filled with disbelief. He had actually managed to dodge her full-force attack. Looking at him again, Fang Lingfeng had a smile on his face, and there was a hint of madness in his eyes.

As he approached her, Ye Qingzhu tried to get up, but she found herself unable to move again.