Lord of the Night

"Eliminate the decimals!"

"Out of 280,000, only 100,000 remain!"

"A full 180,000, all of them died yesterday!"

Feng Yun's voice changed slightly. He had been trying his best to control it, but when talking about the number of people, Feng Yun couldn't suppress his emotions.

"If these people who died were not as strong as others and were killed in the battle, I, Feng Yun, would have nothing to say."

"But... 180,000 people died so miserably!"

Feng Yun asked: "In the past 70 or 80 years, I want to ask you about this scented powder towel. How many times have I reminded you? How many times have I issued a death order? How many times have I strictly checked that it must be carried? How many times have I explained under what circumstances it should be used?"

"We were prepared for this day!"

"As a result, after nearly a hundred years of repeated orders, it still happened that it collapsed at the touch of a button!"

Feng Yun frowned: "To be fair, are you so much weaker than the opponent? No, you are even much stronger than the opponent! But you were killed unjustly!"

"Should you die?"

Feng Yun said heavily: "No! But, you deserve to die the most!!"

"Those who didn't have scented powder towels in the battle yesterday, step out!"

An order was given.

The world was suddenly filled with murderous aura.

But those who didn't prepare towels and who were lucky enough not to die could only step out honestly.

Because of this, it is impossible to conceal it. There are many people, but they cannot stand mutual identification.

If they come out on their own initiative, they may be able to get a lighter sentence. If they wait until they are identified, everyone will understand: Under Feng Yun's current rage, they will definitely die!

There are more than 11,000 people!

They stood up with their heads drooping.

Feng Yun's cold eyes swept over, and at this moment, he was angry again!

So many people died, but there are still so many who are not prepared!

It's simply...

"Those who prepared perfumed powder towels, but still didn't cover their noses until they were reminded, stand out!"

There are more in this wave!

There are more than 60,000 people!

In other words, of the more than 87,000 people who came back yesterday, only less than 10,000 people really remembered and used them.

And maybe they didn't use them at the first time.

Feng Yun's temples were throbbing.

He was so angry that he couldn't be more angry.

Feng Yun himself knew the reason for this situation: none of these people outside had really fought with the Divine Weasel Cult!

Many people are not at the right level! Some are at the right level, but are not at the headquarters, or are not called out of the battle in the family.

They don't understand what the stench is like. They don't know what damage it will cause.

Before this, even everyone was complaining in their hearts: Isn't it just a little stinky? How stinky can it be?

So no one took it to heart.

But they never expected that it was not only countless times stinkier than a rotting corpse, but also poisonous, irritating to the eyes, and reducing spiritual power!

Sun Wutian was not spared, let alone them?

Now more than 80,000 people are all stinking! Including Feng Yun!

Feng Yun looked at the group with a knife-like look.

Then he said lightly: "Yesterday, when the stench of the Divine Weasel Cult was pervasive, those who first drew their swords and killed their own people stood up!"

Another group of people walked out of the team with their heads drooping.

Chen Yun and Bi Feng stood in the crowd without moving.

Feng Yun said calmly: "There are others! Stand up!"

His eyes were like sharp arrows piercing the faces of Chen Yun and others. He didn't say anything, just looked at them.

Chen Yun finally lost his temper.

He looked up and said: "Feng Yun, I don't think I'm wrong."

"I didn't say you were wrong, but what I said was that the first person who killed his own people should stand up." Feng Yun said coldly.

Chen Yun snorted.

He took two steps forward and said calmly: "I am the legitimate son of the Chen family, the eldest son and grandson. I have the right to ensure my own safety first when any danger comes!"

Wu Di followed and Bi Feng followed closely.

Fourteen people from the nine major families stood up!

Feng Yun's face was as dark as water, and he said calmly: "You do have the power to protect yourself, but you do not have the power to cause the defeat of hundreds of thousands of people!"

"As the captains of your respective teams, you were the first to lose your composure, causing chaos in the team and a complete loss of combat power; ultimately leading to a tragic defeat and the death of 180,000 people! In the name of the chief commander of the Three Worlds, I punish you!"

"I do not have the power to execute you in public! However, I must also take an attitude towards this defeat! Law enforcement team!"

"Here!"

"Seal these fourteen people's cultivation and punish them with 200 sticks! Beat them until their bones are broken! No treatment is allowed within three days!"

Feng Yun gave the order with a cold face.

"Feng Yun! You dare!!"

Chen Yun was shocked.

"You should be glad that I called the law enforcement team instead of Night Demon!" Feng Yun's eyes were cold and clear: "Execution! Anyone who dares to resist is equivalent to violating the doctrine and will be killed without mercy!"

"Night Demon, supervise the execution!"

Feng Yun forcibly suppressed the murderous intent in his heart. He really wanted to kill these people directly.

However, as he said, he did not have this power, and Chen Yun also made it clear: the direct descendants of the nine major families have the privilege to prioritize their own safety when any danger comes.

So Feng Yun can only punish, not kill.

But this kind of punishment in public, combined with the identities of these people, is enough!

The Night Demon's crazy murderous aura raged in the sky. Fourteen people were neatly pinned to the ground by the law enforcement team, and the sound of hitting sticks continued to ring.

Feng Yun stood on the stage, his voice heavy: "I can't kill them due to my status. You all understand my authority. I am only the leader this time, not the one who kills and lives. So, I can only beat them all up!"

"Status and status are the problems that you and I must always face, and they are also the goals that you and I need to fight for together in the future."

"We are all people of the Only Orthodox Church, you all understand."

Feng Yun's voice spread throughout the audience.

Everyone was silent.

To be honest, for the people of the Only Orthodox Church, Feng Yun's ability to do this has exceeded everyone's expectations.

Because strictly speaking, Feng Yun and those young masters who were beaten on the ground have the same status and status.

Everyone can imagine how much pressure he will have to bear in the future after beating these people today.

And he didn't have to bear such pressure originally, because this is the privilege of the direct descendants of the nine major families! Even if Feng Yun didn't punish them, no one would say anything.

But such a punishment made everyone feel relieved.

Because we are subordinates, it doesn't matter if we sacrifice in battle for protection or for the mission.

But when the chaos came, we were killed by the people we protected.

It led to the failure of the entire war.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

Why are they all holding their breath. Serving in front of and behind, following servilely, flattering servilely, protecting at the risk of their lives...

And then it changed to this?

The sound of crazy sticks hitting down continued to sound, and after dozens of times, the first scream finally came out.

But the execution squad did not stop at all, because the murderous aura of the Night Demon was still shrouding them!

Finally.

The murderous aura was restrained.

Chen Yun and the other fourteen people were all unconscious. First, their cultivation was sealed and then they were beaten so badly, and even iron flesh could not stand it. Moreover, Feng Yun did not stipulate how many times to hit, but "hit until all bones are broken"!

This is even more cruel!

All fourteen people were unconscious with only one breath left.

But no one dared to step forward to treat them without Feng Yun's order.

"Now it's your turn."

Feng Yun said lightly: "Those who have meritorious service in yesterday's battle, those who have obtained the head, step forward and line up."

Immediately, more than 10,000 people stepped forward.

They pulled out the heads from the space rings one after another. This was a military merit, and also a way to atone for their sins. Everyone was fighting hard.

"More than five, exempted from responsibility!"

Feng Yun gave an order.

More than 400 people were relieved, put down the heads, saluted, turned around and went back to the last edge to stand in a row.

A hanging heart was finally put down.

"Those who have reached three, sealed their cultivation, ten sticks!"

"Those who have less than three, sealed their cultivation, fifty sticks!"

This reckoning lasted for a whole day and was not completed. However, no one dared to leave, and no one dared to raise any objections!

"Those who brought towels but didn't use them. Feng Xiuwei, 100 sticks!"

"Those who have no military merits and didn't bring towels at all. Get out of line!"

There are still 1,700 of these people.

Feng Yun didn't even blink, and the murderous aura on his body rose up, and his voice was like ice: "Night Demon!"

"Subordinates are here!"

"Behead!"

Feng Yun said coldly.

"Ah? Young Master Yun!" Fang Che was stunned. Kill 1,700 people?

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

Feng Yun said sternly: "Behead!!"

A white light flashed, and a huge ice ball froze all 1,700 people.

Tens of thousands of people stared at the same time. They saw that the Night Demon, who had always killed people like crazy, still hesitated after freezing people.

Turned to look at Feng Yun.

Waiting for Feng Yun to change his mind.

They also saw that after the Night Demon was frozen, his eyes were looking at them and others, obviously waiting for them to beg for mercy.

However, at this moment, no one dared to speak.

For three full breaths.

Feng Yun's cold voice came out: "Night Demon, what's wrong? I can't command you anymore?"

Fang Che let out a long roar, and the Hate Heaven Sword turned into a light and shadow.

Puff puff puff...

One thousand seven hundred heads fell one after another!

From beginning to end, Yan Beihan did not plead for mercy.

Because she knew that Feng Yun's authority was completely established at this moment! Stepping on the bodies of fourteen direct descendants of the nine major families, stepping on countless torture sticks, and most importantly, stepping on these one thousand seven hundred heads!

Completely established!

So she couldn't plead for mercy.

The black ice broke.

One thousand seven hundred corpses fell to the ground with a puff, and blood spurted out, soaking the earth red.

Everyone's face was pale.

Looking at Feng Yun on the high platform, the eyes were full of disbelief.

Mr. Feng Yun, who has always been gentle and well-planned, and has a broad mind, is so cruel!

One thousand seven hundred geniuses, without blinking an eye, all chopped off!

Among these one thousand seven hundred people, there are even masters from the nine major families! And there are people from the Feng family!