Just when Xing Tian was lamenting over the female slave's toughness, the female slave was sitting comfortably in the execution chamber.
"How are the preparations going?"
Ye Fan sat next to the female slave, looked at her, and asked.
"If you want them to believe your death, you will definitely have to suffer some pain, but you don't have to worry, my sword is still very accurate."
The female demon nodded, then pointed to her mouth.
It indicates that the drug of suspended animation has been hidden in his mouth, and he only needs to bite it into pieces at the time of execution to enter the state of suspended animation.
Ye Fan saw her signal and felt relieved. Everything was ready now and he could start as soon as the time came.
It was half an hour before noon, and Ye Fan tied the female slave to the torture rack and pushed her out of the execution room.
Outside the torture chamber, many people had gathered, and Di Jiang was standing in front of them with a cold face.
"It's so satisfying to finally execute this traitor!"
A monk stood in the crowd and laughed twice, his tone full of joy.
"That's right. It's a pity that Lord Dijiang doesn't allow it, otherwise I will be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts."
All the monks were talking about it.
As he listened, Di Jiang became angry again.
Heavy pressure radiated from his body, suppressing all the monks present unable to stand upright.
"Lord Dijiang, what are you doing?"
One of the monks bowed his body and said through gritted teeth.
"What am I doing?"
Di Jiang snorted coldly.
"It seems that what happened a few days ago wasn't big enough, and you don't remember what I said clearly enough!"
Di Jiang's voice suddenly rose in pitch, overwhelming the monks in front of him, making them somewhat breathless.
The few monks who were whispering under the execution platform were now even more pale and trembling all over.
"If you let me hear such remarks again in the future, then you need to blame me for being rude!"
Di Jiang scolded angrily, and the pressure suddenly increased.
The few whispering monks fell directly to the ground, and then, the heavy pressure gradually dissipated.
Now they have learned their lesson and no longer touch the back scale of Dijiang. They just stand quietly under the execution platform and watch.
Ye Fan didn't care how Di Jiang taught the ignorant people in Guangming Pavilion, but took out the Fire God Sword from the Najie. Under his control, the Fire God Sword continued to split in the air.
These monks had never seen this move by Ye Fan and were immediately stunned.
They stared blankly at dozens of identical swords floating in the air.
"Hey, it's just a cover-up, but you dare to use it here to stir up trouble?"
An old monk made a disdainful comment.
In his opinion, the method used by Ye Fan was just one of the blinding methods, making one of his swords look like countless others.
Ye Fan couldn't hear his ridicule, but he didn't pay attention to it. He just stopped the dozens of identical Vulcan swords in front of the female slave.
Time passed by minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, noon arrived, and the big clock in Guangming Pavilion rang a loud buzzing sound.
"Execution!"
Xing Tian announced the fate of the female slaves without expression.
The dozens of Vulcan swords, under the control of Ye Fan, pierced the body of the female demon one by one.
"This kid doesn't expect to kill the female slayer with a blind eye!"
A monk stood under the execution platform and laughed at Ye Fan.
"If the blind method can kill the female slayer, why do we have to spend so much effort?"
Since Di Jiang was on the stage, they did not dare to discuss loudly, but they could not avoid whispering.
