Jiang Sanzu's face turned pale with pain.
But all they could do was cry out in pain; they couldn't move an inch.
He kept cursing, "Lin Buhuan, you beast, shut up, shut up!"
Lin Buhuan seemed not to hear, and bit Jiang Sanzu's arm until it was a bloody mess, tearing all the flesh off one arm.
Niu Shanming then stepped forward to stop him.
"Young Master Lin, that's enough." Niu Shanming gently patted Lin Buhuan's shoulder, and a wisp of spiritual energy flowed into his body.
This wisp of spiritual energy brought a touch of clarity to Lin Buhuan's eyes.
With his eyes focused, looking at Jiang Sanzu, who was being gnawed and left a bloody mess, he felt a great sense of satisfaction.
The pent-up anger finally dissipated.
"Thank you, senior." Lin Buhuan said softly, then his whole body went limp and he fainted.
Niu Shanming helped Lin Buhuan to a tree and let him sit there leaning against it.
Jiang Sanzu's face was deathly pale, and he was barely breathing: "You, you can kill me."
That little bastard Lin Buhuan is really ruthless.
If I fall into his hands...
Just thinking about it sent chills down Jiang Sanzu's spine.
I should have done a thorough check back at the Lin family home. If I had been more careful, I wouldn't have left such a survivor.
To put oneself in such a predicament.
Niu Shanming glanced at Jiang Sanzu and said in a deep voice, "Jiang Laosan, don't worry, I won't let you die, because you have to atone for your sins first."
“I accept that the victor is king and the loser is villain, but you allow a junior to tear me apart like a wild beast. Do you have no sense of morality as cultivators?” Jiang Sanzu asked, drawing in a cold breath.
"Morality?" Wukong couldn't help but sneer, "Jiang Laosan, you're an executioner who slaughtered fifteen sects, and you're talking to us about morality?"
"I am evil, so I don't need to follow those rules, but you all consider yourselves to be from righteous sects," Jiang Sanzu sneered.
As soon as Jiang Sanzu finished speaking, a cultivator immediately said, "Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them. Jiang Sanzu's actions were indeed excessive, but killing him is enough; there was no need for that..."
Before the cultivator could finish speaking, Wukong swung his golden cudgel and smashed it down.
He's keeping his hand to himself.
Otherwise, no matter how much he resisted, he wouldn't have been able to withstand Wukong's attack.
The cultivator's body was half-buried in the ground, he coughed up blood and his face turned deathly pale.
Seriously injured.
Moreover, due to his severe injuries, he was demoted.
"What are you doing?" the cultivator shouted angrily, but then realized the difference between them and quickly shut his mouth.
His face was both wary and fearful.
"Beat the idiot." Wukong put away his golden cudgel and snorted.
"Who...who are you talking about..."
"I hit you, so I'm talking about you too." Wukong's eyes were cold: "I've never seen such an idiot in my life."
"I...I didn't do anything wrong, how could you do this to me for no reason..."
"You didn't do anything wrong?" Wukong interrupted coldly, "You are clearly Jiang Laosan's accomplice."
"No, no, how could you frame me?" The cultivator immediately became nervous.
Jiang Sanzu is now universally hated.
"If you're not an accomplice, then why are you pleading for a murderous fiend? A murderous fiend who killed tens of thousands of innocent cultivators and civilians," Wukong sneered.
"I never said I'd let him go, I clearly said I'd kill him..."
“Such a fiend should be unable to live or die. Killing him like this would be too easy for him. Didn’t you hear him begging for death?” Niu Shanming said coldly.
“As expected, you’re an accomplice. Jiang Laosan is eager to die, so you come to persuade us to kill him.” A fierce glint flashed in Wukong’s eyes: “In my opinion, let’s deal with him as well.”
The cultivator had already pulled himself out of the ground.
Upon hearing this, she immediately rushed to Jiang Sanzu's side and, imitating Lin Buhuan's actions, fiercely bit Jiang Sanzu's other arm.
While tearing at the food, he mumbled indistinctly, "A murderer, everyone has the right to kill him."
Jiang Sanzu's spiritual power was sealed, and at this moment he was just like an ordinary person, constantly gasping for breath in pain from being bitten like this.
But suddenly, he felt the stagnant spiritual energy within his body begin to circulate.
Jiang Sanzu instinctively reached out and forcefully grabbed the cultivator's neck.
Blood flowed freely from his arm, exposing the white bones.
But that large hand had distinct knuckles and was exceptionally strong.
The cultivator who was being pinched rolled his eyes.
"Senior brother..." A young woman's eyes were red with anxiety. She gripped her sword tightly but dared not step forward: "How come this demon can suddenly move?"
After Jiang Sanzu regained his mobility, all the cultivators took a few steps back in unison.
Luo Ci sneered: "A bunch of disgraceful trash."
He remembered that before he fell into a deep sleep, the cultivators in this world were not like this; at least they had courage and a sense of justice.
Unlike nowadays, where everyone is all sanctimonious but in reality hypocritical and cowardly.
Each generation is worse than the last.
Upon hearing this, the cultivators couldn't help but feel a burning sensation on their faces.
Even so, no one acted impulsively.
Because they had clearly witnessed Jiang Sanzu's power through the recording stone and the soul-searching technique.
He was ruthless and cunning, and his level of skill was profound.
How could they possibly be a match for them?
Besides, they are only trying to reduce unnecessary casualties and make room for those who are capable. Is that wrong?
"Please, seniors, save my senior brother!" The woman knelt down with a thud before Wukong and his group, kowtowing repeatedly.
"That demon is enraged, and none of us are a match for him," Wukong said calmly.
"Senior, you clearly defeated that demon without giving him a chance to fight back." The woman cried pitifully, "Please, senior, intervene and stop the demon from committing further evil."
"You silly girl, didn't I just say that the demon is now enraged, and none of us are a match for him?" Wukong yawned and said.
"But……"
Before the woman could say anything more, Wukong's face suddenly darkened: "What, is your senior brother's life more important than mine? Do you really want me to go and die?"
"Could she be one of them?" Luo Ci stroked his chin and said in a simple-minded way.
“Possibly.” Niu Shanming nodded. “This must be some kind of demonic art; she’s trying to trick Wukong.”
"No, no." The woman suddenly became anxious: "Senior brother is confused, but I am not. I would never have anything to do with the demon."
After speaking, she quickly got up and retreated into the crowd.
She watched coldly as Jiang Sanzu tore at her senior brother piece by piece, listening indifferently to his screams of agony.
Wukong shook his head. These cultivators in the Central Continent are all corrupt at their core.
Jiang Sanzu quickly tore the cultivator into piles of bones, tossed them aside with a thud, and then narrowed his eyes as he scanned the crowd.
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