"What? Did I hit a nerve and you're getting angry? The city lord may forget this, but the people of the Northern Underworld Continent will not."
Bei Mingyaowei's subordinates began to discuss among themselves.
"Shut up, all of you. Anyone who dares to say another word will be killed right now."
Bei Mingyao roared imposingly, and the people behind him instantly fell silent. They cared more about their lives than about talking too much.
Bei Mingyuehen looked at Nangong Ziyan with slight surprise. She actually dared to speak to her father in such a tone, but her father did not order her to be killed. It was truly a strange thing.
"Monster, today I will make you pay for Yifeng's life."
The moment he spoke, Bei Minghaotian had already condensed his spiritual energy—a spiritual energy at the level of a Spirit Saint—and struck Bei Minghaotian fiercely.
Bei Ming Haotian gave a cold laugh, a laugh filled with hatred and cruelty.
"This is the day I've been waiting for. Bei Ming Yaowei, today I will kill you and avenge my parents."
Bei Ming Haotian said coldly, his powerful hatred erupting with an impeccable hatred. He quickly moved Nangong Ziyan aside, and when he turned around again, his Lingxian cultivation level allowed him to strike back with cunning, ruthless, fast, and accurate attacks.
The fact that the spirit immortal was at that level shocked Bei Mingyaowei and the people behind him, who barely managed to dodge it with all their might.
"You!" Bei Mingyaowei then realized how foolish it was to spare his life back then. But now his cultivation level was even higher than his own. No wonder all the people he sent out never returned; they had all been killed by him.
"What? You can't even handle one move? Hatred can fill a person's heart with power. I, Bei Ming Haotian, swore that I would make your entire family pay for the blood feud of my parents."
His cold and ruthless tone, along with his sharp, red-glowing eyes, perfectly captured his devilish image.
Nangong Ziyan quickly grasped Beiming Haotian's hand and shook her head at him. Hatred can fill a person's heart with an invincible power, but it can also change a person's life. She did not want him to live in hatred for the rest of his life.
Bei Minghao looked at her with a helpless and empty gaze, his lips pressed tightly together. With a slight effort, he broke free from her grasp.
He glared at Bei Mingyaowei, his killing intent instantly filling his entire body. Before Nangong Ziyan could react, he leaped into the air, his arms crossed over his chest. He had been waiting for this opportunity for far too long; he was eager for revenge. At this moment, he couldn't care less about Yan'er's feelings.
"Haotian." Nangong Ziyan looked at Beiming Haotian's figure flying in mid-air, biting her lip tightly. Killing people would only make the demonic spirit in his body more rampant. If she was not careful, she would be devoured by the demonic spirit.
A strange sight appeared around Bei Ming Haotian. The originally black spiritual energy instantly turned red, and his eyes suddenly opened wide. The red light around him and the red in his eyes formed a line.
A look of shock flashed across Bei Mingyaowei's eyes. How could he have such a high level of cultivation? Venerable Yunxiao had never been by his side. How did he manage to do it?
"Bei Ming Yaowei, prepare to die!" Bei Ming Haotian roared fiercely, shocking everyone around him with his hatred and rage. The aura of a spiritual immortal spread everywhere, instantly creating a gale that sent pebbles flying and trees snapping in the air, filling everyone with fear.
"Haotian, no!" Nangong Ziyan cried out loudly, but the wind and sand covered her voice. In the gale, she appeared so delicate and helpless.
"Ah!" Hua Rujin, whose cultivation level was low, tightly hugged Tian Haoze's arm.
Tian Haoze watched the scene before him with worry. Years of hatred erupted instantly. Bei Ming Yaowei was doomed now.
With a loud "bang!", a series of explosions came from where Bei Mingyaowei was located, followed by a violent earthquake that made it difficult for people to stand. Many people fled in all directions.
The hatred within Bei Ming Haotian at this moment was like a volcano, seemingly accumulated over thousands of years, ready to erupt and destroy the world.
"Ah!" Nangong Ziyan was affected by the spiritual energy and her body was uncontrollably flipped backward.
Just as Nangong Ziyan felt helpless, a strong arm caught her.
Nangong Ziyan suddenly looked up and saw Baili Jun'ao. How could it be him...?
"Yan'er, are you alright!" The tone of concern was undisguised, and the anxious eyes looked at Nangong Ziyan with tenderness, which made Nangong Ziyan feel a little confused.
In his haste, he disregarded everything else. As soon as he saw her in danger, he rushed over at top speed and caught her just in time.
But he seemed to be a step too slow. Nangong Ziyan's face was cut by a stone, and a few drops of blood flowed down her cheek, but Nangong Ziyan did not feel anything.
"Thank you! Young Master Jun, Ziyan is alright."
Nangong Ziyan blushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed. This pose was just too...
Fei Ping lowered his eyes, his gaze filled with disappointment and worry; he had been a step too slow again.
Feifan patted Feiping on the shoulder. How could he not know what his elder brother was thinking?
Nangong Ziyan quickly moved away from Baili Jun'ao's body, stood up straight, and looked at Beiming Haotian with a worried expression. The inexplicable feeling in her heart had long since disappeared.
Baili Jun'ao felt a sudden emptiness in his arms, and his heart felt empty as well.
Seeing the worry in her eyes for Bei Ming Haotian, he was consumed by jealousy. Suddenly realizing the word "jealousy," Baili Jun'ao instantly understood his own feelings and stared intently at Nangong Ziyan's back.
"puff……!"
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