Chapter 157.2: You Carry On. Ive Taken the Wrong Path
Bound tightly by an Immortal-Binding Rope, Hong Lian’s aura was weak, yet any Nascent Soul cultivator could tell his cultivation level at a glance.
"Violet Palace!"
"That's a Violet Palace cultivator!"
Seeing a Violet Palace expert tied up like a dead dog and thrown before them obviously shook them. For most of them, it was the first time in their lives seeing a powerhouse up close.
Elder Xuanchong’s heart lurched, his emotions crashing all at once. "Hong Lian, you old bastard!"
How could he ever forget that face? The man had driven the holy empress to death, annihilated the Wood Clan, and slaughtered his entire family and lineage. Night after night, Hong Lian’s condescending eyes haunted Elder Xuanchong’s dreams.
Lord Withered Tree was no calmer than Elder Xuanchong. He stared at Hong Lian, shock, exhilaration, and confusion intertwining in his heart.
"Our alliance leader said this man is yours to deal with," Meishan said calmly. "We must return to the Blood-Clothed Alliance shortly to report back. To avoid any mishaps, it would be best if you behead Hong Lian publicly."
For hatred this deep, a simple death was far from enough. In the Canglan World, such executions were not uncommon.
Lord Withered Tree stared at Meishan and Xu Yeli, then bowed solemnly. "Thank you, both of you. Please convey my gratitude to the alliance leader of the Blood-Clothed Alliance."
He did not know who that alliance leader truly was, but he was certain that the person had an extraordinarily deep connection with Qi Yuan. Perhaps even...
Suppressing the thought, he turned back to Hong Lian. Hatred blazed in his eyes, fierce enough to devour flesh and grind bone. Half an hour later, the beheading assembly began.