Chapter 1131 Showdown!

The speed of the Chaos Arrow Rain was extremely fast, and Jiang Feng's hastily fleeing figure seemed to be replayed in slow motion in front of the arrow rain.

The first arrow hit his left knee. Jiang Feng screamed in pain and staggered to the ground.

Before he could struggle to his feet, more arrows poured down like a rainstorm, piercing his limbs, torso, and even head.

Blood gushed out, staining the ground red and also staining Jiang Feng’s frightened eyes red.

He roared in pain, his body twitching continuously, and he struggled weakly like a slaughtered animal.

The spiritual power in the body leaked out like a flood, but it was unable to stop the loss of vitality.

Jiang Feng watched helplessly as he felt his blood drain out, his consciousness gradually becoming blurred, and his body becoming lighter and lighter.

Endless coldness looms...

He turned his head with difficulty and his eyes fell on Jiang Muwan, who was protected by Ye Tianming not far away.

At this moment, Jiang Muwan's eyes were cold and without any mercy.

She just looked at Jiang Feng quietly, with a hint of joy in her eyes.

She had endured this kind of pain countless times.

It was not until he exhaled his last breath that Jiang Feng realized that the pain of having his blood drained was even worse than the pain he had previously inflicted on Jiang Muwan.

He regretted that he should not have listened to his grandfather and father, should not have imprisoned Jiang Muwan, and should not have tortured her in every way.

You shouldn’t provoke an evil star like Ye Tianming!

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Ye Tianming withdrew his spiritual power into his body, glanced at Jiang Feng's body indifferently, and then turned his gaze to the Jiang family cultivators around him.

These people are also accomplices in torturing Mu Wan and others!

Ye Tianming slowly glanced around, and wherever his eyes fell, the Jiang family cultivators all had pale faces, like lambs to be slaughtered.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the ground was littered with miserable corpses and charred marks, which was particularly miserable and desolate.

The coldness in Ye Tianming's eyes did not dissipate. His gaze was like a cold blade, and his voice was like the cold wind from hell. "Do you want to die or live?"

It was a short sentence, but it exploded in everyone's ears like thunder.

This is the voice that truly controls their life and death!

The cruel methods that Ye Tianming just demonstrated were deeply imprinted in the minds of every Jiang family cultivator.

The ancestor of the Jiang family, a powerful man who was half a step away from the tribulation realm, was easily crushed like an ant in Ye Tianming's hands.

The Jiang family, this once invincible behemoth, is now shaky and on the verge of collapse.

They, these cultivators who depended on the Jiang family, are now the real dogs that have lost their homes, and they are in constant fear.

Now that the Jiang family is doomed, the fate of these "running dogs" has long been determined.

Fear spread like a plague, and everyone's previous arrogance and disdain were replaced by death.

Many people could no longer bear the pressure from Ye Tianming. Their legs went soft and they fell to the ground.

"Master Ye, spare us! We are all following the orders of the Patriarch, please forgive us!"

The voice was trembling, humble and pleading.

The arrogance of the past is now gone, leaving only the desire for life.

And the final result was in the hands of the man they had looked down upon before!

Ye Tianming was not moved at all.

He looked indifferently at the monks who were kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, without a trace of mercy in his eyes.

These people, relying on the Jiang family's power, bully the weak and act arrogantly.

Every bit of their cultivation is stained with the blood and tears of innocent people.

"Want to live?" Ye Tianming's voice was as piercing as an ice cone. "Then cut off your own meridians and get out!"

His words were unquestionable and carried an irresistible majesty.

These people, despite their great cultivation, are willing to become Jiang family's running dogs and be accomplices of the evil.

Instead of letting them continue to wreak havoc on the world, it is better to abolish their cultivation and let them become ordinary mortals. Perhaps this will help wash away their sins.

As soon as these words were spoken, the Jiang family cultivators kneeling on the ground suddenly looked as pale as death.

To sever one's own meridians means giving up everything they have gained through hard training, and means becoming a useless person and being at the mercy of others.

Some people hesitated, some struggled, and some even hoped for the best, trying to buy themselves a glimmer of hope.

"Young Master Ye, if I lose my cultivation, how will my family survive? Please, give me a way to live! From now on, as long as you give me an order, I will go through fire and water!"

A middle-aged monk had a sad face and begged bitterly.

"Yes, yes, yes! Master Ye, I am willing to pay any price, just begging you to spare my life!"

Another monk was also kowtowing continuously.

However, Ye Tianming's eyes remained cold, and there was no wavering in his heart.

He looked at these monks who were begging for survival and felt only endless disgust in his heart.

When these people were bullying the weak like Mu Wan, did they ever think about the suffering they were experiencing?

While enjoying wealth and glory, have you ever thought about their blood and tears?

"I'll give you three breaths to think about it." Ye Tianming's voice was like the sentence of the god of death. "If you don't take action after three breaths, then you will die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several monks gritted their teeth, endured the severe pain, and severed their own meridians.

They knew that any begging and struggle would be futile in front of Ye Tianming.

Rather than being killed by him, it is better to choose to survive. At least there is still a glimmer of hope.

There are also some monks who are hoping for the best, or are too confident in their own abilities, and are reluctant to take action.

They stood up suddenly, and the spiritual energy around them surged.

"If I lose my cultivation, what's the difference between that and death? We might as well fight!"

When a group of people gather together and their spiritual energy surges together, the momentum is quite strong.

But Ye Tianming's expression was the same as before, without any abnormality.

He looked at them indifferently, raised his hand casually, and streams of chaotic power splashed out like sharp blades.

Accompanied by waves of screams, his voice resounded like a death spell.

"three!"

"two!"

As the numbers jumped one by one, some hesitant monks finally made up their minds and severed their own meridians.

"one!"

As the last word fell, a cold light flashed in Ye Tianming's eyes.

In his eyes, those monks who still refused to sever their own meridians were no different from dead people.

He slowly raised his right hand, and the power of chaos condensed in his palm, transforming into a sharp sword energy, whistling towards those monks who were resisting stubbornly.

Under the chaotic sword energy, there is no hope of survival!

Screams and wails resounded through the sky.

Blood splattered, dyeing the Jiang family’s courtyard red.

Jiang Muwan stood quietly behind Ye Tianming, watching the scene in front of her, without any ripples in her heart.

These people were once accomplices in torturing her, and now they have met such an end, which is what they deserve!

"Mu Wan, I will help you avenge your hatred! Let's go!"

Ye Tianming turned around, picked up Jiang Muwan, and walked out of the Jiang family courtyard.

everything is over.

Those cultivators who severed their own meridians had expressions of relief on their pale faces for having survived the calamity.

The once glorious Jiang Family Manor was now only a desolate place...