With a "bang".
The old-fashioned young man flew more than ten meters away and crashed heavily to the ground!
However, as he braced himself on the ground and stared back, he dared not utter a word of resistance.
Just because...
It wasn't Jiang Yi who slapped him.
Instead, it was the younger cursed player standing to Ji Chen's left!
He slapped the old man away, then quickly bowed and apologized to Jiang Yi with great caution and respect.
"Senior, I am Xin Yu, the current acting patriarch of the Curse Clan. On behalf of the entire Curse Clan, I apologize to you!"
"The Curse Clan has suffered a great calamity this time, and it is thanks to Young Master Ji Chen's intervention that they have been able to survive for the time being."
"In this battle of the realms, we will follow Young Master Ji Chen's orders completely."
"This decision should have been made by Young Master Ji Chen."
"That old bastard, relying on the fact that he's lived a few more years, he's always been looking down on people..."
"If you, senior, truly cannot tolerate him, simply give the order, and the Cursed Clan will offer him up to atone with his death!"
Very polite, very humble, very ingratiating.
Even the Cursed Clan players who had been squeezed out from the protective circle showed surprise and shock in their eyes.
However, these Cursed Race players had already received psychological lessons about the survival of their race before even landing on the Realm Battlefield.
They neither shouted nor refuted.
Just moments ago, everyone was working together with great enthusiasm and a single-minded focus, launching a fierce attack on the stone platform's protective barrier...
At this moment, they all prostrated themselves and knelt down in the direction of Jiang Yi and Ji Chen.
It was as if Jiang Yi and Ji Chen were the heavens here, and they were merely the most humble believers...
The scene of kneeling and crawling on the ground did not happen in an instant.
Instead, one person knelt down first, and then the others followed one after another.
In the end, even Bai Hu, who had previously said he would take action to deal with Jiang Yi, knelt down and buried his face in the soil.
A traitor belonging to the academic school would naturally not do something so undignified.
They remained standing, looking completely bewildered.
Meanwhile, the stern middle-aged man who had been slapped away by the acting clan leader in the distance suddenly turned pale with fear, as if he had just thought of something.
Suddenly, he knelt down in Jiang Yi's direction, his face resolute as if facing death, and said in a firm and powerful voice:
"One person does the deed, one person takes the blame!"
"I have offended you, senior! I am a sinner of the entire Cursed Clan! I am willing to atone with my death!"
As he spoke, his eyes widened in fury, and suddenly he clenched his hands into claws and attacked his own eyes.
After he had plucked out the two eyeballs, he tossed them into the air.
Then, those two eyeballs quickly ignited with eerie, deep blue-purple flames.
Then, the guy quickly reached for his chest with both hands...
With each of their hands, one on the left and one on the right, they pulled out a heart.
He also tossed both hearts into the air.
Then, the middle-aged man, who had previously had a stern, bitter face, now had a distorted and manic expression.
The remaining part of his body seemed to gradually fade away, and his eyeless face roared in the direction of the acting clan leader, Xin Yu:
"Refine me! Don't waste me!"
"..."
Jiang Yi stared wide-eyed.
The acting clan leader, who had just been slapping someone with swift and decisive action, now showed a hint of reluctance in his eyes.
However, that reluctance vanished in an instant, turning into a steadfast and fervent hope.
He gazed at the two clusters of blue-purple flames, dyed from eyeballs, floating in the air…
The reflection in my eyes seemed to shimmer with flames.
Soon, Xin Yu bowed to Jiang Yi again and said very quickly:
"The Cursed Clan is willing to offer a Soul Essence as an apology..."
Seeing that Jiang Yi showed no sign of aversion, the acting clan leader flashed away, using a cloud of black energy to envelop the remaining body of the nearly ethereal, rigid middle-aged man...
Then, black mist filled the air, and the acting patriarch, along with his rigid middle-aged body, the thrown eyeball flames, and two hearts, disappeared into the darkness.
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