In the distant sky, the roaring sound of propellers approached, and a helicopter swept across the high altitude before landing on the lawn of the Nangong Family's estate.
The cabin door opened, and Nangong Tian staggered down from the plane. When he saw the six or seven cold corpses on the ground, he knelt and sat down on the ground, a large amount of tears flowing from his eyes.
"Ye Xuan, I'm here. If you want to kill me, do it, but please spare the lives of my family."
There was no angry roaring, no outburst of rage, not even the deep-seated hatred of the Blood Sea seemed to register with Nangong Tian. He knelt and kowtowed to Ye Xuan, hoping that Ye Xuan would have mercy and spare his family.
Clang!
The Blood Sword filled the sky, and killing intent was rampant. Under Nangong Tian's gaze of despair, Ye Xuan swung his sword, and more than a dozen members of the Nangong family died tragically on the spot.