"Oh, I didn't expect this guy to have such a tough mouth. He dares to say such big words even when he is about to die."
"Who says it's not the case? It seems that if you hit this guy, you have to hit him in the mouth first, otherwise he will keep making noise here."
"Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense with this guy, let's use your fists to teach him how to behave."
"Seal the sack!"
"yes!"
"What? Seal... Seal the sack? I'll go! Ah! Why do you guys just do it when you say it? You don't even leave any preparation."
Before the Dragon Saint Son could recover from his daze, a shower of attacks fell on his face and body.
The five Dharma Kings were very heavy-handed and dealt a thunderous blow to the Holy Son of the Dragon, expressing their inner anger.
To say that the one who beat me the most was Lao Wu in black. He not only punched and kicked me, but also gave the Holy Son of Dragon an elbow if something happened.
In short, it’s just one sentence, just play as much as you want!
"Ah! You guys really want to die. If you have the ability, tell me your name to this Holy Son. Don't wear any bullshit headgear!"
"Hurry up and tell me your name to this Holy Son. If this Holy Son knows your true identity, you will definitely pay it back thousands of times!"
"I, the Holy Son, will only peel off your skin, twitch your tendons, drink your blood, and send you to the eighteenth level of hell, where you will never be reincarnated!"
The Dragon Holy Son was wailing and speaking at the same time, which also confirmed his current psychology, which was painful, aggrieved, and fearful!
These guys hide in their own rooms and don't care about anything. If they capture themselves, they will beat them severely. Who can bear this?
No matter how you say it, you are still the Holy Son of the Demon Clan and the most respected young generation by the Holy Lord of the Demon Clan. It is simply too shameful to be beaten like this.
"Yes, yes, yes, just scream like this, just scream like this. The harder you scream, the harder I will hit you. Let's see who among us can outlast the other!"
"That's right, today it depends on whether your words are tough or our fists are tough. Don't beg for mercy!"
The five Dharma Kings rolled up their sleeves and spoke again.
They didn't want Holy Son Jiaolong to beg for mercy too quickly, so that they could fight for a while longer.
Anyway, as long as this guy doesn't beg for mercy, it means that he hasn't reached that critical point or that limit, and then a few people can operate with confidence and boldness.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long, and soon the Holy Son of Dragon was begging for mercy.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting, I beg you, please stop fighting, okay? Whatever you want, this Holy Son will definitely give it to you!"
"Really stop fighting. If you continue to fight, my life will be lost. Just think of it as my begging, okay?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Fan raised his hand and stopped the other brothers' behavior.
At the last moment, Lao Wu in black kicked him hard.
The head of the Dragon Saint Son emerged from the sack, but it was completely unrecognizable.
After all, what Ye Fan and others used just now were indiscriminate attacks, so it would be strange if they were completely different.
"You...why on earth did you hit me? Where did I provoke you?"
The Holy Son of the Dragon was breathing heavily. Inside the sack, he was constantly having trouble breathing. He was unable to dodge the attacks and could only hold his head while being beaten.
If these guys continue to fight, they might not be able to survive.
"Why did I hit you? Of course you did something wrong. Do you know you were wrong?"
"ha?"
The Dragon Saint was a little confused for a moment and didn't get Ye Fan's idea.
"I'll give you one last chance. Do you know you were wrong?"
"I know, I know I was wrong, and I will never do it again in the future."
The Holy Son of the Dragon is not a fool either. He knows what makes people have to bow their heads under the eaves and beg for mercy first.
"What's wrong?"
"ah!"
Ye Fan asked a fatal question, which stumped the Dragon Saint Son.
To be honest, he is still confused and his head is buzzing. Who knows where he went wrong?
"It seems that I still don't know where I went wrong, so I'll continue to beat him until he realizes his mistake!"
"Hello!"
"Don't, don't, don't...ah!"
Before the Holy Son of the Dragon had finished speaking, he received a new round of beatings.
At this time, the five Dharma Kings formed a circle and exchanged punches and kicks. The scene was a little bloody for a while!
"Uh huh."
In the end, even the screams of the Dragon Saint Son were a little quieter.
He really has no strength. He has been practicing today and didn't get much rest. He was also beaten up by the Holy Son of Qilin. His condition is not at its peak.
How can I withstand such a severe beating now? It will cost me my life!
Seeing that it was almost done, Ye Fan stopped a few people's movements.
"Do you know you're wrong?"
"I know I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong, but...but can you adults give me a little hint?"
The Dragon Saint Son nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Now these people are the real bosses, and I have to agree to whatever they say.
"Okay, seeing that you look confused, I'll give you a reminder."
"Your behavior in the Monster Clan recently has been a bit too showy. It's not good for you, so we're here to make it a memory for you today."
After Ye Fan finished speaking, not to mention the Holy Son of the Dragon, even the black-clothed Lao Wu and other Dharma Kings had a scornful attitude.
What you said is really incredible. What kind of long memory is this? It’s obviously going to kill someone!
"Am I very... very flamboyant? I think it's okay. Wasn't it always like this before?"
The Dragon Saint raised his head in confusion.
"You guys still dare to talk back, it seems you still don't know what's wrong!"
The old man in black took one step forward and broke off one of the horns of the Dragon Saint Son with one hand.
"ah!"
The whole canyon was reminded of the howling of the Holy Son of the Dragon, like killing a pig, which made people's hair stand on end.
The injury he suffered just now was just a flesh wound, but this time a corner was broken. Not only was his strength greatly reduced, but he was also in excruciating pain!
Seeing the fierce look of the old man in black, Ye Fan swallowed nervously.
Is this guy really...really taught by himself? If so, then he must have been a little too bad before.
"You guys just need to answer whether you want to change or not. Where do you get so many questions and self-righteousness? There is a price to pay for being self-righteous."
"Hey, hey, hey, don't pretend to be dead, I'm asking you something!"
The fifth man in black kicked the Holy Son of the Dragon, but there was no reaction. The Holy Son of the Dragon had already passed out.
"Tch, this guy really doesn't need to be beaten. I haven't taken it seriously yet. Why can't he do it? Get up and keep shouting!"
Ye Fan glanced lightly, he didn't have the shame to say these words.
He was the one who beat him the hardest just now. If he hadn't stopped him, Holy Son Jiaolong would have just passed out and died. He might have died for real.
