"We didn't lay a hand on the merchant group of the Zhenyang Sect, spare us!"
"Spare us, we swear never to harm anyone from the Zhenyang Sect again. We beg you."
"Spare us, I surrender!"
...
One by one, the sand bandits began to beg for their lives, some even kneeling on the ground, kowtowing constantly. However, what awaited them was nothing but the butcher's knife. The Zhenyang Sect would not spare them. This was the price for provoking the Zhenyang Sect.
"Young lady, aren't you going to act? If this continues, I'm afraid they will all die at the hands of the Zhenyang Sect."
In the shadows, several pairs of eyes were watching the entire battlefield. Sand Emperor stood next to Phoenix Dance, whispering to her.
Though he did not care much for these sand bandits, they were his followers after all. Watching them being slaughtered right before his eyes was not a pleasant sight.
