Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 468 Anyone who has harmed innocent people, regardless of their intentions or reasons, will b

Seeing that these demon cultivators had surrendered wisely, the disciples naturally would not kill them again without receiving orders.

The sharp tip of the sword was slightly raised, and the fierce attack turned into a cautious siege.

Cold gazes, like tangible ropes, locked those who surrendered, ensuring they could not harbor any more thoughts of defection. The chaotic sounds of fighting on the battlefield were quickly replaced by cries of surrender and the shouts of disciples trying to maintain order.

"Senior brother..."

Wu Feipeng shook off the sticky blood on his sword, which belonged to a stubborn demon cultivator.

He walked to Lu Wensheng's side, his eyes sweeping over the surrendered demon cultivators who were huddled together and trembling like frightened sheep below, then looked towards the corner in the distance where there was still sporadic resistance, and asked in a steady voice.

Although the long sword in his hand had been sheathed, the sharpness and murderousness from the bloody battle had not yet dissipated from his body. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, waiting for further instructions from the leader.

Lu Wensheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his deep gaze like an icy lake, calmly sweeping over the dark mass of terrified surrenderers below, and then looking at the scattered stubborn demon cultivators in the distance who were still trying to resist stubbornly and fight like trapped beasts.

His voice was clear, not loud, but it carried an undeniable penetrating power, clearly spreading throughout the gradually quiet battlefield:

"Those who resist will be killed without mercy."

"The rest of you, those who have surrendered, should be gathered together first and placed under strict guard."

The order was concise and cold, with a hint of iron and blood.

"Yes!" Wu Feipeng and other core disciples, as well as all the righteous monks around who could hear the order, responded in unison, their voices like the clanging of metal.

In an instant, the formation that was originally somewhat scattered was condensed again.

Some of the disciples were like tigers released from the cage, with sword lights like silk and spells like thunder, and they rushed towards the diehards who were still clamoring for resistance with crushing force. Under the fierce attack, the roars of their stubborn resistance were quickly drowned out and ended.

Another group of disciples quickly took action, forming an invisible encirclement with a strong sense of oppression.

They either held sharp blades or made hand gestures with their fingers. With cold eyes and quick movements, they began to drive away and scold the surrendered demon cultivators who were kneeling on the ground or lying limply.

Like a shepherd driving a flock of frightened sheep, he drove them from all corners of the battlefield to a relatively open and easily monitored platform in the center.

"Get up! Get over there!"

"Hurry up! Don't dawdle!"

"Hold your head with your hands! Don't move!"

Shouts rang out one after another. Under the intimidation of such powerful force, the surrendered demon cultivators dared not resist at all. They could only push each other, dragging their tired and frightened bodies, stumbling and cowering towards the designated location.

Their faces were a mixture of confusion after surviving the disaster, fear of an unknown fate, and deep awe of those cold gazes.

But in just a moment, under the efficient execution of the righteous disciples, the sporadic flames of resistance were completely extinguished, and the battlefield was settled.

Under the high platform in the center built of obsidian, which originally symbolized the authority of the Xuanyin Sect, hundreds of surrendered demon cultivators had gathered in a black mass.

They were like lambs to be slaughtered, huddled together, shivering, their eyes averted, not even daring to breathe. The air was filled with the strong smell of blood, dust, and desperate panic.

At this moment, Lu Wensheng moved his body slightly, tapped his feet lightly, and floated up like a flowing cloud, landing steadily on the platform.

The light from the sky broke through the remaining dark clouds of demonic energy and fell right on him, making his figure, which was stained with traces of battle but looked even more terrifying, stand out particularly.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his posture as straight as a solitary pine tree, his handsome face clearly defined in the light, his eyes calm and deep, like an ancient well and a cold pool, calmly looking down at the group of captives below the stage whose fate was no longer in their control.

Behind him, Liu Jiqian, Ji Yanli, Qin Xiao and others also landed silently, like stars surrounding the moon.

Liu Jiqian's silver hair fluttered in the wind like a waterfall, his eyes like molten gold glanced indifferently at the people below, and his whole body exuded a divine aura and invisible pressure that kept people at a distance.

Ji Yanli held an ancient sword in his arms, his face as cold as iron.

There was a faint, scrutinizing curve at the corner of Qin Xiao's lips.

Wu Feipeng stood with his sword in hand, scanning the group of prisoners with sharp eyes, maintaining absolute vigilance.

On the high platform, several figures stood tall and majestic, their momentum connected as one, like insurmountable towering mountains, or like the arrival of the gods who control life and death.

The invisible pressure was like a real hammer, weighing heavily on the hearts of every prisoner in the audience, making them completely lose the courage to even look up. They could only curl up deeper and wait for the final decision.

Those demon cultivators stared at Lu Wensheng on the high platform, like a drowning man looking at the only piece of driftwood.

In the midst of despair, a faint glimmer of hope ignited in their cloudy eyes.

They raised their heads, their eyes fixed on Lu Wensheng, their cloudy eyes filled with the luck of surviving the disaster and a humble, almost begging hope.

Since this Fuguang Jun didn't kill them along with the other resisters, but instead rounded them up and detained them... surely he must be merciful? Now that they've turned from evil to good, repenting, weeping bitterly and confessing their helpless suffering, surely the magnanimous heart of the righteous path will forgive them, right?

"Check the cause and effect on your body!" A clear voice with unquestionable coldness suddenly sounded, like an ice cone piercing through the pitiful fantasy.

Yun Wujiu took a step out from behind Liu Jiqian. He stood on the edge of the platform. His eyes, as clear as glass, were now covered with a layer of hazy light, and his Qi-gazing technique was operating to its extreme.

His eyes flashed like lightning, and he raised his hand, his fingertips following a mysterious trajectory, pointing precisely at those individuals in the group of captives who were entangled in evil spirits and had deep resentment, just like the King of Hell writing names in the Book of Life and Death.

Under the secret art of looking at qi, the blood karma entangled with the soul is like phosphorescence in the dark night, clearly visible and unable to escape.

Lu Wensheng's voice was so clear it terrified people: "Anyone who has harmed innocent people, regardless of their intentions or reasons, will be killed!"

Once these words were spoken, it was like boiling oil dropped into ice water!

"what?!"

"Do not--!"

"Master! Master, please spare my life!"

Countless demon cultivators were struck by thunder from the nine heavens. Their faces turned pale in an instant and their bodies began to tremble like sieves.

Great astonishment and incredible panic instantly overwhelmed them!

Isn't it about laying down the butcher knife and becoming a Buddha?! Doesn't the righteous path most favor tolerance and kindness?! Even the common people say that a prime minister has a broad mind... Why is it that when it comes to Fu Guangjun, he is so resolute, leaving no room for compromise?!

"We didn't mean it! Immortal Master, please understand!" A demon cultivator with a scar on his face cried out in tears, "We can't survive if we don't kill mortals! The sect forced us to do it! We... we have a reason!"

"Yes! Immortal Master! We were abducted! If we don't obey, we will be refined into puppets and made into blood food! We have no choice!" Another thin demon cultivator wailed and kowtowed desperately, his forehead instantly covered in blood.

The cries of begging for mercy, explanations, and crying instantly merged into a desperate wail.