Meng Wan took off into the air and flew above the square.
Her long hair fluttered in the wind, the sea of blood in her body kept churning, and her strong and majestic aura was revealed, ruthlessly suppressing everything below.
Under the siege of this surging blood and energy, all members of the Meng family could not help but tremble.
They finally understood why the ancestor fled in panic without even a face-to-face encounter.
They were like pitiful fish and shrimp in this sea of blood, as if they would be beaten to death by the waves as long as Meng Wan had a thought.
The square suddenly fell into silence, with only faint breathing sounds echoing in the air.
Everyone in the Meng family looked terrified, shocked, and helpless.
"Tired of living? Then die."
Before Meng Wan finished speaking, someone moved.
"I'm sorry...I don't want to die!!"
A middle-aged monk's eyes were filled with madness. He grabbed the tribesman next to him, and with a flash of light in his hand, the tribesman fell in a pool of blood.
Blood splattered all over him, and he trembled, but he rushed towards the next target without hesitation.
Fear spread like a plague. Under the threat of death and the killing of some clansmen, the Meng family fell completely into madness. They began to kill each other indiscriminately.
“Haha, hahaha!”
Swords flashed and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
Screams, wails, and roars rose and fell, interweaving into a hellish scene in the square.
Some people, in order to survive, do not hesitate to kill their former relatives and friends;
Some people managed to survive, but were killed in the subsequent sneak attack.
An elder of the Meng family, covered in blood and with a hideous face, dragged his broken body and staggered towards Meng Wan.
He held a bloody head in his hand, his eyes filled with tension and hope. "I, I've already... killed ten! Can I survive?"
“Puff!”
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold sword light pierced his chest and blood gushed out of his mouth.
The elder looked at the tip of the sword in front of his chest in disbelief and slowly fell to the ground.
The one who attacked him was a young disciple of the Meng family, who was also the most respected son of the clan elder.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I've already killed nine of them, and I only have one left. After thinking about it, I think killing you is the most reliable way."
He licked his lips, cautiously avoided other people, and quickly walked to Meng Wan's side.
"I completed the mission, can I live now?"
Meng Wan curled her lips, "Of course, I keep my word."
When the Meng family went crazy, many eyes, like a pack of wolves, stared at Meng Qingsong and the twins trembling beside him.
Meng Qingsong looked at the hellish scene in front of him and felt the malice getting closer and closer. Meng Qingsong was trembling all over.
He knew that if he didn't make a decision, he would really die here today.
Meng Qingsong took a deep breath, slowly raised his trembling hands, and desperately and frantically slapped the twin children he had been protecting under him.
"If you want to blame someone, blame your bad luck! In the next life, even if Daddy has to work like a slave, he will compensate you!"
After a moment, Meng Qingsong let go of his hand weakly.
There was still a hint of warm blood on his fingertips, which was the temperature of his own flesh and blood.
The other members of the Meng family, who were bloodthirsty, finally wielded their knives against Meng Qingsong.
"ah!"
Meng Qingsong let out a desperate roar and staggered backward, his voice as sharp as torn rags.
"Meng Wan! Save me! I did as you said, I killed them! Why didn't you save me!"
He looked up at Meng Wan who was standing high up. His face was a mixture of fear, resentment and begging, and it was extremely ugly.
Meng Wan finally raised his hand, and spiritual power surged from his fingertips, forming an invisible barrier to block the attacks that were about to fall on him.
"Dad, you really didn't let me down."
Meng Wan's voice was as cold as ice, carrying a palpitating sense of oppression. "To save your life, you even killed your own young child."
"No, that's not the case! I...I was forced!"
Meng Qingsong shook his head frantically and argued at the top of his lungs.
His chest heaved violently as he breathed heavily like a drowning man.
"If I don't kill them, all three of us will die! Since we're all going to die, why not let one live?"
Meng Wan smiled softly, "Really? So, you felt comfortable killing your own flesh and blood?"
"I……"
Meng Qingsong was speechless for a moment. He knew that his excuses were weak and powerless, but he really didn't want to die.
He suddenly raised his head and pointed at Meng Wan with trembling hands, his eyes bloodshot. "You're the one who forced all this! It's you! You devil!"
Meng Wan's smile deepened, like ice and snow just beginning to melt, but with a biting chill.
"If you really care about your children, you can commit suicide, but you can't bear to die, right, my dear father?"
Meng Qingsong's face turned pale in an instant, his lips trembled, and his voice was full of trembling and madness.
"No, I'm not afraid of death, I'm just worried - worried that you won't be able to fulfill the promise you made to me!
That's right, that's it. Who knows if you're insulting us by saying so much? "
A cold light flashed in Meng Wan's eyes. She raised her hand, her five fingers like hooks, grabbed Meng Qingsong's neck and lifted him up.
Meng Qingsong's feet were off the ground, his face turned purple, and he slapped Meng Wan's arms with his hands, but it was like slapping on iron or stone, with no effect.
"Daddy, you are so innocent and cute."
Meng Wan's voice sounded like it came from the Netherworld, carrying a chilling sense of oppression.
"If I wanted to kill you, do you think you would have survived until now? If I don't keep my promise, you will die now!"
She applied a little force with her fingertips, and Meng Qingsong's throat made a desperate gurgling sound, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Looking at Meng Qingsong's ugly appearance struggling on the edge of death, Meng Wan curled up a cold smile at the corner of her mouth, and lightly flicked her hand, throwing Meng Qingsong to the ground.
Meng Qingsong was thrown to the ground, and all the bones in his body seemed to be broken.
He covered his throat and coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.
Meng Wan looked down at him condescendingly, with no trace of pity in her eyes, only a bottomless chill.
"I won't kill you, Meng Qingsong."
Her voice was cold and clear. "People like you should live in this world for a long time, endure the world's curses and suffering endless pain and torture. Only then can I understand what's in my heart."
After Meng Wan finished speaking, she stopped looking at Meng Qingsong, who was lying on the ground like a pile of mud, and continued to watch the fight below.
Meng Qingsong lay on the ground like a spineless bedbug.
"Look, Meng Qingsong actually did such a crazy thing just to save his life. He really brought shame to us cultivators!"
"Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, but he's so cruel! To save his own life, he's willing to kill even his own flesh and blood!"
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