"Mr. Yang, we know we were wrong, we won't dare anymore!"
"Yes, Mr. Yang, please spare our lives!"
"We promise, we will never provoke you again, we will honor you as supreme!"
Bai Yinfeng and Qiao Xianci, among others, knelt down, begging with tears and snot running.
Yang Luo just stared at these fellows coldly, unmoved, with no trace of mercy in his eyes.
Regardless of what these guys said, he was not going to let them go.
If he let them go today, there was no guarantee they wouldn't trouble him again.
So, no matter what, they all had to die!
This was a good opportunity to thoroughly cripple the eight great sects and two great families!
Seeing that Yang Luo said nothing.
Bai Yinfeng and Qiao Xianci and others again began to plead with Dongfang Wuji and others.
"Purple Cloud Old Ancestor, we hope you can spare us for our good relations with the Purple Cloud Sect!"
