C207 (1/2)

Yue Chanjuan calmly looked at the light that left a mottled shadow on the ground through the window, and remained indifferent without making a sound. She couldn't plead for the Xumi Army, and she had no intention of doing so.

This result was something that the Xumi Army had to bear; everyone had to pay the price for their own mistakes. And she, whether she was wrong or not, had already paid too much of a price.

The crabapple pear blossom tried to test a few times, but it still wasn't over. Today, he had asked her to come to the great hall and test it once more. He wanted to see just what secrets she and the Xumi Army had.

”I'm afraid that this will disappoint you. What does the life and death of the Xumi Army have to do with me? Next time, you will use Ashnah to hunt down your pride, and the power of the Iron Buddha to test it out. ”Pear blossom, you don't even have the least bit of confidence in yourself, you're really old.”

A cold smile floated on her lips, or perhaps she had already found the weakness of the Pear Blossom Valley, and gradually began to understand this old man.

The Sumeru soldier's eyes widened as he unwillingly looked at the large soldering iron in front of him. The Dragon Horse imprint was clearly visible, but it was enough to end his freedom.

”Slash …”

White smoke rose into the air, and the smell of burnt barbecue floated in the air. The fiery red soldering iron had left a shameful mark on the forehead of the Sumeru army.

The Xumi Army tightly closed their eyes. Behind them, someone tightly grabbed onto his arm, with his back to them. The other person grabbed onto the Xumi Army's hair, preventing them from moving.

When the brand was left behind, the two released their grip. The Sumeru army powerlessly knelt on the ground. Just now, Fate had already been as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on his back.

The pain and humiliation from the whip was no longer much. The Xumi Temple could not even feel the whip viciously lashing down on their bodies.

”He's kneeling.”

This berating voice woke the Xumi Army up. At this moment, he was just a lowly slave.

He straightened his body and knelt in the snow. As the whip danced in the air, bright red plum blossoms bloomed one after another.

”Men, drag the people of the Xumi Clan down and brand them with slave seals. Wipe them to thirty.”

With a single command, the hearts of everyone within the Xumi Clan sunk to the ground. They could no longer change the fate of being relegated to slavery. They could only heavily kowtow and say, ”Sin slaves, thank you for your grace.”

No one dared to resist or beg for mercy. For the sake of the fate of all the people of the Xumi Clan, for the sake of allowing the bloodline of the Xumi Clan to continue, they could only bear such a heavy fate.

The entire hall was silent. None of the officials said anything. Even those who had mocked the Xumi Army outside of the royal court were silent. They knew that if they had the choice, the Xumi Temple would probably rather die than accept such a punishment.

After a long time, the Xumi army finally crawled in from the great hall. On each of their foreheads, there was a deep, deep, bloody mark. This mark was extremely ferocious, indicating their status.

”Sin Slave thanks for your grace.”

The Sumeru army heavily kowtowed. Because of the damage to their foreheads, a deep Dragon Horse mark was left on the left side of their foreheads. On the left side of everyone's foreheads, there was a deep and distinct mark.

”I order you to kneel in front of Jia Lan Temple in Great Wings City until the sky turns dark.”