1787: C1787 Surrender

C1787 Surrender

What Mo Feiyu said was exactly the same as what happened. This made Ling Mengyan feel helpless. However, when she thought about it, it seemed that such a situation wasn't hard to guess.0

"Do you agree or not? "Siqi won't be happy if she doesn't agree."

"I agree. Why not? As long as it's your request, I will agree. But if I let some unimportant people go, why won't I agree?" But, were you and Siqi going to cook me tonight? " Mo Feiyu said with a smile.

"Tsk, you only know how to eat. Be careful not to turn into a little pig." Forget it, I'll agree. In any case, even if I don't agree to Siqi's request, I will agree. I don't want to be a bad person. Alright, I'll be going back first. You should go back after you're done. "

With that, Ling Mengyan turned around and left. Although there was a formation nearby, Mo Feiyu would naturally not let Ling Mengyan leave. Therefore, Ling Mengyan's departure was not hindered.

Mo Feiyu and Ling Mengyan's conversation didn't hide anything from the powerful warriors of Dis Civilization. Therefore, the powerful warrior of Dis Civilization, who was struggling to hold on, finally saw a glimmer of hope.

"It's time to end this boring little game. Choose, submit or perish. Remember, you only have one chance." After Ling Mengyan left, Mo Feiyu turned around and looked at the powerful man Dis.

Hearing Mo Feiyu's words, all the experts of Dis Civilization looked towards Yan Cheng. After all, Yan Cheng was the person in charge of Dis Civilization now. Only if he chose to surrender would he be able to do it.

"You!" Yan Cheng looked at Mo Feiyu with anger. His body was destroyed, and all the disciples were killed. Now that he was forced to surrender to Mo Feiyu, it was impossible for him to do so.

However, if Yan Cheng did not surrender, then not only would he not be able to protect his own soul, but there would also be no hope for him.

"It seems that you still do not intend to surrender. Since that's the case, I'll send you off. " As he spoke, the Blood Moon Sword in Mo Feiyu's hand started to emit a red glow. Even Yan Cheng and the rest could feel the terrifying aura of slaughter from the Blood Moon Sword.

"I surrender, don't kill me!" Without waiting for Mo Feiyu to make a move, one of the cultivators of Dis Civilization spoke up. After the first person to surrender, the rest of the cultivators did the same.

"Not bad, there are still some smart people. However, I want the subservience of your civilization, and you cannot represent it now. If I'm not wrong, that fellow is the Paragon of civilization, isn't he? " Mo Feiyu looked at Yan Cheng with a faint smile, while Yan Cheng suddenly had a bad feeling about this.

Sure enough, as Mo Feiyu's voice faded, the cultivators who had surrendered all turned to look at Yan Cheng. Their eyes were filled with hostility, as if Yan Cheng had become their enemy.

"Is it right for you to do this? Do I really have to let them die in vain? " Yan Cheng roared in anger.

"This matter was originally caused by Lu Yi's mistake. If Hu Tian had handled it properly, he wouldn't have ended up like this. And the reason why you said you wanted to avenge the entire clan was just for your face and to avenge Hu Tian." "Yan Cheng, you are no longer fit to be the leader of our Dis, so you should just die!"

The female cultivator using the awkward weapon said and attacked Yan Cheng the moment she finished her sentence.

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