"Who the hell are you?"
The mountain demon lying on the ground looked pale. He knew he couldn't escape. He didn't struggle, but just stared at the man wearing a ghost mask in front of him, breathing heavily.
"Someone who can kill you."
His low voice came out slowly, sounding so normal. While speaking, he slightly turned his head, looked at Yue'er in his arms, and asked, "Little girl, how do you want him to die?"
Yue Er blinked her eyes, tilted her head slightly and thought seriously, and finally, a soft and sticky voice came out: "He wanted to eat us before, so let someone pull out his teeth, cut his tendons, destroy his cultivation, and then throw him to the wolves to eat."
Hearing this, the people around couldn't help but shudder, looking at the pretty little girl with fear and astonishment, as if they didn't expect to hear such words from her.
"Okay." The masked man responded. He raised his hand and destroyed the mountain demon's cultivation. Amid the mountain demon's screams, he looked at a disciple of the Black Mountain Sect and said, "Come here, pull out his teeth, cut his tendons, and then throw him to the wolf pack."
"I, I don't dare..."
The disciple's legs went weak and he knelt down, his face pale and his body shaking. He looked at the people around him who were fighting with the wolves, and saw the wolves pouncing on the people of the sect, biting them and leaving blood all over the ground. He was so scared that he couldn't even straighten his legs.
The wolves did not approach the area centered on the man wearing a ghost mask and several children. That was why he was still alive and kneeling here.
"If you do it, you can survive. If you don't, you will die miserably." The masked man said slowly.
Upon hearing this, the Black Mountain Sect disciple, who was originally trembling, looked up abruptly, with uncertainty in his eyes, and asked in a trembling voice: "If I do this, can I, can I survive?"
"Well, I won't kill you." The masked man responded.
"Okay, I'll do it! I'll do it!"
Seeing that he was doomed, there was a glimmer of hope. The man's eyes lit up, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed across his eyes. He gritted his teeth and stepped forward. Seeing the ancestor whose strength had been abolished, he still trembled involuntarily and said, "Ancestor, don't blame me. I was forced to do this."
As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't dare to look into his eyes. He pinched his face with one hand to force him to open his mouth, and at the same time used the other hand to pull out his teeth one by one.
"Um!"
Muffled groans were heard one after another, and the face of the Mountain Demon Ancestor turned from gloomy to pale. All his teeth were pulled out, and his mouth was full of blood. Without the support of teeth, his mouth collapsed. In addition, his cultivation was wasted, and he looked so old that he seemed like he would die at any time.
The disciple then cut the tendons of his hands and feet, and the mountain demon could no longer scream. He lay there dying until the disciple picked him up and threw him into the wolf pack...
Some people around stared at the disciple, thinking that he was a bit cruel. After all, that man was the ancestor of their Black Mountain Sect, and he could actually do that to him. However, they changed their minds and knew that if it were them, perhaps they would make the same choice as this man.