"Thank you, Sect Master!"
The ghost servant was extremely grateful and completely convinced.
Who said Young Master Ye was cold-blooded and ruthless? He seems quite humane now.
After a minor incident.
Ye Feng led the group to the main square.
The Monument to the Unknown Soldier stands in the very center of the square, its imposing and tragic presence striking the eye.
Ye Feng led the group in paying tribute to the fallen heroes.
The audience.
Tens of thousands of soldiers gathered.
Zhang Dabiao's Tiger Legion and Black Snake's Black Snake Legion have all arrived, along with many experts from the Blood Mist Sect.
Storm Warrior Li Tiankui also arrived. He had dark, rough skin, a full beard, and two giant axes stuck in his waist. He was rugged and fierce, and his big, copper-bell-shaped eyes were full of wildness.
In addition, veteran war gods such as Zhuge Wuwo also gathered.
Everyone's face was solemn.
The soldiers were clad in armor and armed with weapons, their long spears standing in a forest.
A chilling and murderous aura soared straight into the sky.
After the ceremony, Ye Feng suddenly turned around, his eyes flashing with cold light, and announced loudly to the many iron-blooded warriors below the stage.
"Decapitation strike, commence now!"
He opened his storage space and released nearly ten thousand enemy warriors from thirty countries, led by Horton, from the Avici Hell.
Countries including the United States, Australia, Japan, South Korea, Portugal, Italy, and the Pyramid Country, are all leaders of their respective national martial arts alliances, along with their core members, totaling nearly ten thousand people.
These people were incredibly unlucky to fall into Ye Feng's hands.
Everyone was tortured to the point of being unrecognizable, their lives worse than death.
He had experienced all sorts of tortures in the Avici Hell, and his mind was somewhat scattered.
Skinning, tendon removal, deep-frying, tongue-pulling with tongs, and bone-cutting with a hacksaw—just hearing these names sends chills down your spine.
But inside, you can't die even if you want to.
Their hands were stained with the blood of Great Xia warriors and innocent civilians.
These bandits and executioners had no moral compass whatsoever; they spared neither the old nor the young, killing anyone they saw, no different from a bunch of devils.
The snow fell harder and harder.
The howling northwest wind, carrying flying snow, ravages all living beings, using heaven and earth as a furnace.
Kneel down!
Ye Feng rebuked angrily, his eyes flashing with cold light.
An invisible pressure, like a towering mountain, pressed down, causing the void to tremble.
Horton and nearly ten thousand other prisoners could not withstand the pressure and crawled on their knees in an extremely humiliating posture.
Facing the monument to the nameless heroes standing in the wind and snow, I repented, unable to lift my head, feeling like a bunch of bugs trampled on the ground.
This decapitation operation was aimed at the global martial arts community.
Ye Feng wanted to take this opportunity to establish the prestige of the Great Xia Kingdom.
This will deter powerful nations from all sides, and we'll see who dares to bully Great Xia in the future.
A storm is brewing.
Warriors from thirty nations have begun their operation...
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