Nangong Wan's current appearance could be said to have truly shocked everyone watching the light screen.
Inside the main hall of the Holy Spirit Cult, Supreme Patriarch Ye Xishui's expression was extremely ugly.
Dark clouds hung over her withered face, and her sharp eyes stared fixedly at the figure kneeling and prostrating on the ground within the light screen, her fingers clenching so tightly that they cracked.
Nangong Wan was, after all, the Second Elder of their Holy Spirit Cult, yet now he had actually knelt straight down in front of so many people.
Moreover, this light screen was currently facing the entire Douluo Continent, and goodness knows how many pairs of eyes were watching this scene.
The Second Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult kneeling and kowtowing in public had lost face to the extreme, bringing disgrace to all Evil Soul Masters.
Supreme Patriarch Ye Xishui clenched her teeth tightly, forcefully swallowing back a breath of anger.
She desperately wanted to curse, and wanted to drag Nangong Wan out of the light screen to skin him and pull out his tendons, but she was also very well aware that cursing was useless, and pulling him out was also useless.
Since Nangong Wan had put on this appearance, it was already impossible to take it back.
Meanwhile, although Zhongli Wu was also shocked in his heart, his inner thoughts were completely different from Supreme Patriarch Ye Xishui's.
As he looked at the kneeling and prostrating figure in the light screen, a strange gleam instead flashed across his eyes.
Nangong Wan was losing face?
So what if he lost face.
No matter how much Nangong Wan disgraced the Evil Soul Masters, whether there would even be any Evil Soul Masters in the future was another matter entirely.
Zhongli Wu was very clear in his heart that the Holy Spirit Cult's current combat power had already been greatly reduced.
Sleep Nightmare Douluo, Nether Thunder Douluo, and Netherworld Douluo—within just a few short days, the Holy Spirit Cult had directly lost three powerhouse-level Titled Douluos.
You must know that even though they were Evil Soul Masters, the resources invested in cultivating three Titled Douluos were definitely not simple.
But what about now? They vanished just like that.
Ever since the Holy Spirit Cult was established, it had never lost so many high-tier combat powers in such a short period of time.
Zhongli Wu's gaze fell back onto Nangong Wan.
He only cared about one thing right now: whether Nangong Wan could find a path to survival for the Evil Soul Masters.
After all, even if it meant kneeling, even if it meant begging for mercy, as long as they could survive, he believed many people would directly agree.
No, not just Evil Soul Masters, even ordinary people—how much backbone could they have in the face of life and death?
As long as they could stay alive, even if there was only a sliver of a chance, they would try their utmost to grasp it.
Zhongli Wu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he had to admit that a trace of anticipation had also faintly grown in his heart at this moment.
He anticipated that Nangong Wan's plea for mercy would work, anticipated that Shrek Academy would show leniency, and anticipated that the Evil Soul Masters could still have a path to survival.
Although he himself didn't quite believe it.
But people were just like that; even a drowning person would desperately grab onto that straw.
At this time, everyone's gazes fell upon Nangong Wan.
The Evil Soul Masters in various parts of the Douluo Continent, those Evil Soul Masters who shrank in their dens and dared not even take a deep breath, all raised their heads at this moment, watching the scene on the competition stage through the light screens in front of them.
As for those ordinary commoners, those commoners who had just been cheering and shouting, they also quieted down at this moment.
Their gazes similarly fell upon Nangong Wan; some clenched their fists, some held their breath, and some had a flash of tension in their eyes.
They were afraid that Shrek Academy would soften its heart, afraid that the Evil Soul Master kneeling on the ground would be let off, and afraid that those heinous fellows could continue to live on.
Especially those who had a blood debt of deep hatred with Nangong Wan.
In a remote small town on the Douluo Continent, a white-haired old woman stared fixedly at the light screen, her cloudy eyes full of tears.
Her son, her daughter-in-law, and her six-year-old granddaughter had been slaughtered back then by a group of Evil Soul Masters led by Nangong Wan.
She still remembered that night to this day, remembered those screams, and remembered those figures amidst the firelight.
Now seeing Nangong Wan kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to beg for mercy, she wished she could rush into the light screen and tear that beast to pieces with her own hands.
She did not hope that Shrek Academy would let him off.
On the competition stage, Nangong Wan knelt there, his head heavily knocking against the ground and making a muffled sound.
He raised his head, glanced at Lin Feng, and then violently kowtowed down again.
"I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!"
His voice trembled, carrying a humbleness close to a crying tone.
That fierce face of his no longer had any fierceness to speak of at this moment; his entire face was filled with terror and entreaty, snot and tears smudged all over his face, looking extremely pathetic and disheveled.
"I am willing to repent! I am willing to do anything! As long as... as long as you spare my life!"
He kowtowed once more, blood already seeping from his forehead, yet as if he could not feel the pain, he continued kowtowing.
"I beg you! I will never be an Evil Soul Master again in the future! I am willing to cripple my own Spirit, I am willing to abolish my own cultivation, I am willing to do anything!"
He just knelt there like that, his head drooping low, waiting for Shrek Academy's attitude.
His body was trembling, every single cell in his entire body was shaking.
He had lived for so many years, bullied the weak and feared the strong for so many years, and encountered countless opponents stronger than him, but he had never been as terrified as he was now.
Because no matter how strong his past opponents were, he could at least escape.
But this time, he couldn't even escape.
He only begged Lin Feng to relent, only begged to be able to survive; even if he had to live like a dog, he was willing.
Meanwhile, the ordinary commoners before the light screen all had their hearts hanging in their throats at this moment.
The old woman's hands were clenched white, her lips trembling as she muttered under her breath.
"Don't let him off... Don't let him off..."
And right at this moment, Lin Feng slowly extended his hand.
His movement was not fast; that hand was raised from his side, fingers spread open, and reached out toward Nangong Wan's direction.
Out of the corner of his eye, Nangong Wan caught a glimpse of that hand, and his heart fiercely skipped a beat.
That was... meant to be forgiveness?
He could hardly believe his eyes, but that hand had indeed reached out toward him, and that posture indeed looked like a form of acceptance.
Nangong Wan's pupils suddenly dilated, and a wave of wild joy surged fiercely from the bottom of his heart.
He survived?
Could he really live?
He couldn't care about thinking too much, hastily raising his head wanting to say something, wanting to kowtow a few more times to show his gratitude.
But the next moment, his body suddenly burst apart, transforming into a cloud of blood mist.
Before he even had time to let out a scream, Nangong Wan's kneeling and prostrating body on the competition stage had already vanished without a trace, with blood mist permeating the air.
Lin Feng's hand stopped in mid-air, his five fingers curling slightly before slowly withdrawing.
"All Evil Soul Masters must not harbor any wishful thinking."
"Evil Soul Masters who commit crimes, not a single one shall be left behind."
After these words were spoken, a deafening cheer suddenly erupted across the entire Douluo Continent.
The old woman suddenly collapsed to her knees, covering her face with her hands and sobbing aloud, but this time it was tears of joy.
"Good... Good..."
The neighbors beside her successively patted her shoulder; some cheered, some wept, and some hugged each other, jumping and shouting.
"Long live Shrek Academy!"
"Not a single Evil Soul Master shall be left behind!"
"Good! Good! It should be like this!"
And this scene was also deeply etched into the minds of the crowd of Evil Soul Masters; they had no path to survival, truly not a single shred of a path to survival left, and only a countdown to death awaited them.
All the Evil Soul Masters felt as if their sky had collapsed.
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