Chapter 716: Begging for Death!

No one knows why Jiang Feng stopped.

They only saw that palm hovering a inch in front of Xie Zhennan's face, like a bolt of lightning frozen in time.

If they pushed forward another inch, Xie Zhennan's Brain would explode like a ripe watermelon.

But Jiang Feng did not.

He just held up his palm, motionless.

A long time passed.

It lasted so long that everyone on the Ground thought time had stopped.

Jiang Feng slowly withdrew his hand.

The hand slowly descended from the spot one inch in front of Xie Zhennan's face, hanging back to his side.

The movement was light, as light as placing something fragile.

He stepped back one step.

Then he turned around, back to Xie Zhennan, looking toward the Moon in the distant night sky, half hidden by clouds.

"I won't kill you."

The four words fell into the night wind, yet they made the heart flutter more than all the Fists just now.

Xie Zhennan collapsed on the ground, drenched in blood, his left arm hanging at a strange angle, his ribs broken in an unknown number.

When he heard those four words, his whole body suddenly began to tremble violently.

"No… don't…"

Xie Zhennan's voice squeezed out from his throat.

"Kill me… I beg you…"

His voice was shaking, his whole body was shaking.

On that gaunt, withered face, the crisscrossing wrinkles twisted under the Moonlight into a shape almost insane.

"Jiang Feng! You killed me!"

He knelt on the ground, using his remaining right hand to clutch his hair, ten withered fingers gripping tightly as if to tear off his own scalp.

"You killed me! Kill me!"

"Your mother was killed by me! It was me! I killed her with my own hands! Why don't you kill me? Why?!"

His howl shifted from harrowing to Despair, from Despair to madness.

Everyone on the Ground was stunned.

The Supreme Elder, lofty and overlooking all beings, at this moment knelt on the ground like a madman, roaring at a young man's silhouette, begging for death.

Jun Aoshan's hand was no longer trembling. He was so shocked by the scene before him that he forgot to tremble.

Zheng Tianxiong's Mouth moved, trying to say something, but he found he couldn't utter even a single syllable.

They suddenly became aware of something.

At the moment Jiang Feng withdrew his hand just now, the last string in Xie Zhennan's heart—snapped.

Jiang Feng stood under the Moonlight, back to the kneeling, howling Xie Zhennan.

His white clothes fluttered gently in the night wind, a few drops of Xie Zhennan's blood staining the hem.

He did not turn around.

"Letting you die… is easy."

"But before you die, you must tell me something."

He slowly turned around.

Moonlight shone from behind him, stretching his shadow long, reaching the spot where Xie Zhennan knelt.

He looked at Xie Zhennan, at that face twisted by madness, at those eyes clouded with blood vessels and murky.

His gaze was terrifyingly calm.

"Back then… why did you have to put my mother to death?"

"She is your own sister."

He said those six words extremely Slow, as if each carried a Thousand‑pound weight.

Xie Zhennan's howl abruptly stopped.

He knelt on the ground, looking up at Jiang Feng, the madness in his murky old eyes suddenly replaced by something else.

It was an extremely twisted smile.

"Own sister?"

Xie Zhennan's voice suddenly turned cold and sharp.

He knelt on the ground, hair disheveled, drenched in blood, his left arm hanging like a withered branch.

Yet he laughed. His laughter grew louder, more insane.

"Hahaha… own sister… hahahaha…"

His laughter echoed in the night sky, harrowing like the hoot of a night owl.

"You're right. She is my own sister. Precisely because she is my own sister, she deserves to die!"

His laughter abruptly stopped, replaced by a bone‑deep hatred.

He lifted his head, staring fixedly at Jiang Feng, the venomous hatred in those murky old eyes thick as substance.

"Xie Yinniang… this scoundrel has shamed the Xie Family!"

Jiang Feng heard the words, his eyes flickered.

Just a flicker, like a flash of cold light on a blade.

"If she hadn't defied the family's will, insisting on being with your damned father, the Xie Family would have long since fully controlled the entire Yunding Secret Realm!"

His breath became heavy and rapid, his chest heaved violently, and blood kept spilling from the corner of his Mouth.

But he was completely unaware.

"But that scoundrel! What did she do? She ran into your father, then followed him! Does she know that her liaison with an outsider was the excuse?"

"The other three major Factions joined forces to besiege the Xie Family! How many lives were lost in the Xie Family? Eighteen Human Lives! Eighteen! All were the Xie Family's direct line! All were my brothers, disciples, and nephews!"

He crawled forward two steps like a beast that had gone mad, his right hand gripping the Ground's Stone tightly, and his knuckles whitened from overexertion.

"The Xie Family almost perished because of her!"

"Shouldn't she die?"

Jiang Feng said nothing.

He just Standing under the moonlight, watching Xie Zhennan kneeling in the Stone, drenched in blood, looking like a mad demon.

He watched for a long time.

Then Jiang Feng Laughter.

But this utterly indifferent Laughter made the kneeling Xie Zhennan on the Ground feel a bone‑deep chill.

It wasn't because that Laughter contained any killing intent.

"So that's how it is."

Jiang Feng's voice was as calm as a lake frozen over.

He stepped forward, looking down from above at Xie Zhennan.

"You killed your own sister to seize control of the Yunding Secret Realm."

"You think the Xie Family's near destruction was caused by my mother."

"You think she should die."

With each sentence he spoke, he stepped forward.

Xie Zhennan looked up at him, and in those murky old eyes, the sneer finally began to fade, replaced by an increasingly intense unease.

"Since you think family is more important than anything..."

Jiang Feng crouched down.

He crouched in front of Xie Zhennan, their faces less than a foot apart.

His voice was very soft, so soft that only Xie Zhennan could hear it.

"Then I will completely destroy the Xie Family."

Xie Zhennan's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip.

"I will make you watch helplessly..."

Jiang Feng looked into his eyes, speaking word by word.

"How the Xie Family was destroyed."

As the words fell, a terrifying force that made the entire night sky tremble erupted from his body.

That force was more terrifying than all the Fist combined before.

It was not spiritual energy, not true Qi, not any force that a cultivator could name.

It was a Pure will.

A will that, after thirty years of sedimentation, had become unbearably heavy.

Jiang Feng Standing up, turned to face north.

That was the direction of the Xie Family.

He raised his right hand.

He spread his five fingers, palm pointing toward that direction.

A force that could change heaven and earth began to gather in his palm.

Then... a voice sliced through the night sky.

"Cousin!"

"Please stop! Spare my father's life!"

In the night sky, a slender figure was flying toward here at incredible speed.