Ying Fan glared at Hu Sangong, showing no respect, "Old fossil, don't be impatient. Wait for me. Your lives are now in my hands. If I want you to live, you live. If I want you to die..."
He raised his chin, looking down at everyone present, "You must die!"
The crowd was terrified. Some pleaded, "This is unjust! Since you're after Master Zhuo, please let us go. Don't worry, if you let us leave, we promise not to oppose the Ming Tian Sect again. I swear."
"I swear too... I swear...! Count me in!..."
"You!..." Zhuo Qiran watched this disarray, realizing how fragile life was when faced with absolute desperation.
The gaunt man said, "Master Zhuo, I apologize. I only want to live. As they say, if the green hills remain, there'll be firewood to burn."
Seeing the crowd whimpering and wailing, Ying Fan grew impatient, "Shut up!"
Zhuo Qiran looked at him, "Ying Fan, why are you using the Ming Tian Sect's despicable method, the Demon Star Poison, to incapacitate everyone? Turn back, capture Ning Xuehe, and Hu Sangong and I will let bygones be bygones."
Ying Fan seemed to have long detested Zhuo Qiran's face. He lightly patted it, "Zhuo Qiran, you're not only useless but also have a dull mind, don't you? Do you think I can go back now? Don't kid yourself."
Zhuo Qiran wanted to say more, but Ning Xuehe looked around, "My master, the Grand Dharma Elder Gu Mingyue, is late. There might be a change. Ying Fan, stop wasting words with them. Act quickly."
Ying Fan looked at Fei Jiang, "Fei Jiang, I know you never lie. I, Ying Fan, ask you this: from now on, will you follow me?"
Fei Jiang scoffed, "Bah! Ying Fan, you're not worthy."
Ying Fan's lips curled upwards, "Good, you forced my hand. Since you're so willing to be Zhuo Qiran's lackey, then be one to your heart's content!"
Suddenly! Ying Fan thrust his sword into Zhuo Qiran's left chest! The sword pierced through his heart!
Ming Zhi Tian wanted to move to save him, but it was too late. Ying Fan was at close range with Zhuo Qiran, and the sword strike was instantaneous. There was no time.
Zhuo Qiran's eyes widened. He died with his eyes open. Fei Jiang was enraged, "Marshal Zhuo!!"
He endured the poison within his body, forcibly circulating his spiritual energy, and summoned his spirit sword, striking with "Qian Ji Ba Huang!"
Ying Fan frowned, employing the technique, "Wu Xiang Zhi Jue!"
"Bang! Rumble!..."
Ying Fan was no match for the strike and was repelled, falling to the ground. Ning Xuehe ordered the surrounding Ming Tian Sect elites, "Stop him!"
Ten men rushed forward! They immediately subdued the poisoned Fei Jiang! However, two died and two were injured.
Only with the Immortal Binding Rope could the exceptionally fierce Fei Jiang be restrained. The eight were left with lingering fear.
Ning Xuehe clapped his hands, "Not bad, not bad. Truly worthy of being the divine wolf Fei Jiang. Even poisoned, you're still so active. Our Ming Tian Sect's Great Ming Heavenly King values talent. As a member of the Ming Tian Sect, I advise you to join us. What do you say?"
Fei Jiang directly turned his face away, too lazy to look at them, "Despicable scoundrels, resorting to poison and sneak attacks. We cannot conspire."
Ning Xuehe sneered. Ying Fan said, "Haven't you seen the situation clearly yet? Following them leads you only to one path: death in the Yellow Springs."
Fei Jiang ignored him and did not beg for mercy. He closed his eyes, awaiting death, a truly unyielding spirit.
Ning Xuehe felt a sense of pity for such a talent. However, his mind was not on Fei Jiang at this moment. "Ying Fan, they're your problem. I'm going to have some fun now."
Ying Fan glanced at Hua Ruxian and Hua Ruhua, "Young Master Ning can go about his business. Leave them to me, rest assured."