C737 "I will not give up until I die."

Xiao Yi's face instantly darkened as if he could not see the bottom of the sea. He stood under the moon and stood in the wind for a long time. Raising his head to look, he looked at Zhan Changtian with a teasing gaze, and said word by word, "You are truly laughable. All these years, you've been stabbing our Xiao family again and again. Now, you tell me, I haven't stabbed you to death. So you can't fight back. Do you want us to sit back and wait for you to cut us down? "

A glimmer flashed through Zhan Changtian's eyes, as he said sinisterly: "Could it be, you really don't want to give up until you're dead?"

"Do you think you sound anything at all?" Xiao Yi looked at Zhan Changtian, who was still unwilling to give up, and gently smiled. It sounded earth-shattering, then pale. The blood feud of all these years would begin tonight, at this moment. "Let's do it one by one, returning the favor."

Finished speaking, Xiao Yi turned the flute in his hand and placed it horizontally across his mouth. As the notes floated, the entire group of fire bat began to boil.

Their eyes turned scarlet. He flapped his wings and flew high up into the sky, hovering in the night sky. The sound of flapping wings resounded through the night, causing everyone to feel a chill run down their spines.

Xiao Yi finally stopped holding back and dispatched his bat army to destroy the disciples of the Hongmen.

The fire bat was like a meteor streaking across the night sky, charging straight down towards the Hongmen members. They cut through the silence of the night like sharp blades. The members of the Hongmen immediately went into an uproar as they wailed in pain. The densely packed fire bat used their sharp teeth to tear open the skin and then swiftly drank the blood.

Each and every living person in the arena instantly turned into a pile of dried meat.

High up in the sky, one condor after another had heard the summons. Wandering high in the sky with ill intentions, ready to pounce and devour these corpses at any time.

As for the people from the Xiao family, with Xiao Yi as the center, they formed a small circle. Xiao Yi had coincidentally sheltered all the people of the Xiao Family. In the darkness of the night, they listened to the members of the Hongmen turn over their horses and turn into mummified corpses. On the corner of his mouth, there wasn't the slightest trace of sympathy. Instead, there was a trace of happiness.

Especially Xiao Chaoran, he looked around. Hearing the members of the Hongmen, their shrill cries resounded through the night. His eyes shone like the stars tonight.

For so many years, the Xiao family had always been pursued and beaten by the Hongmen. All these years, the only thing she could do was to be schemed against by the Hongmen and get beaten up by his. Even if there was room for retaliation, they would not dare to retaliate for the great cause of the family. This way, Hongmen would become even more arrogant and despotic.

Who knew how many vengeful spirits from the Xiao family had died in the Hongmen.

No one had ever dared to take revenge. Even if they knew, they would still swallow their anger. It wasn't that he didn't want to take revenge, but he didn't dare. The Xiao family was just a small power like an ant in front of the Hongmen. If it wasn't for Li Taibai who had been watching over them for the past few years, they would have disappeared long ago.

However, this time, they could hear the screams of the members of the Hongmen. Xiao Chaoran's heart churned. All these years. Not a single day passed from the sky. It was as carefree as today, as if today's anger had been vented out.

Thinking back to when his second uncle died miserably in the Hongmen's Hidden Weapon Hall, he couldn't help but shed tears as he asked his father why did he not seek revenge? Father Xiao Shuihan only patted Xiao Chaoran's head, and cried. He opened his mouth and muttered: "Revenge, what kind of revenge is that? When the Xiao family is not strong enough, we can only break our teeth and swallow these grudges together with the blood. "

Now, this debt of blood had finally begun to be repaid under the night sky.

Xiao Yi looked at everything with cold eyes. It was just like tonight's moonlight, neither sad nor happy. As for his flute music, there was a faint hint of killing intent coming from it.

The members of Hongmen turned into jerky one by one, while Zhan Changtian and Elder Mo Tian stood in the crowd. Looking at all this, his face was filled with a thick sense of anger.

Finally, Mo Tian and Zhan Changtian looked at each other as their faces revealed hints of determination.

Then, Zhan Changtian raised his voice and roared, "Hongmen's elites, come out at full strength. "Come to my side, let's duel under the moon."

Inside the cave, the Hongmen held back her strength. The true elites were all standby inside the cave. Now, after hearing Zhan Changtian's order, all of them rushed out of the cave without caring about their lives.

As for the fire bat in the sky, they instantly attacked.

There were thousands and tens of thousands of fire bat. The demand for blood could be said to be endless. This fresh blood instantly caused a crazy attack. Furthermore, a series of whooshing sounds came from the fire bat. These fire bat were all exceptionally excited to see so much fresh blood tonight.

The elites of the Hongmen were all brazen and fearless. All of them ran towards Zhan Changtian, not even daring to make a sound when faced with the fire bat's attacks.

Each and every one of them was a true Steel Warrior. Similarly, it was the Hongmen's last trump card, the real elite.

However, these elites died one by one in the mouth of the fire bat.

Originally, if Zhan Changtian had let these people hide in the cave, at least they wouldn't have been attacked by these fire bat. But now that Zhan Changtian had given the order to lure these people out, Xiao Yi was slightly startled.

The soundless note of the flute floated in the darkness. However, the killing intent was even stronger now. The fire bat seemed to be stimulated, brazenly not afraid of death. Even though the Hongmen's elite soldiers had blown up one after another with their grenades, they still continued to rush forward.

In the end, these elites all lit up their own clothes. His entire body was like a fireball, and the raging flames surrounded them. However, every one of them had a resolute look in their eyes as they walked towards Zhan Changtian step by step.

He didn't fear life or death, he only listened to the commands. Zhan Changtian had asked them to come to his side, so no matter how hard it was, no matter if they were dead or alive, they would still pounce on him bravely. Even if it was just this kind of method of self-immolation.

When Zhan Changtian saw this scene, tears rolled down his cheeks.

As the deputy sect masters of Hongmen, they all had their own independent forces and trained themselves as Death Soldiers. These people had followed Zhan Changtian for many years, and already had feelings for him. However, these people were all listening to his commands and sending themselves to their deaths one by one.

Zhan Changtian knew that these people were courting death, but he still watched everything unfold silently as he opened his mouth wide. Faintly, there were some low and inaudible sounds.

To him, this scene was too cruel.

Regarding everything that happened tonight, Zhan Changtian was full of confidence and confidence. Elder Mo Tian had succeeded countless times in taming the fire bat. Logically speaking, this time, it was a nine out of ten win.

In the fight for the gold mine on the bat island, the sect sent out Elders of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets to assist them. Everything seemed like a trivial matter. All these years, Hongmen had been invincible, and her achievements in battle were brilliant. Fighting over a gold mine with the Xiao family was just a small matter.

The cautious Zhan Changtian had brought along his own deathsworn. These death warriors were not afraid of death. In the battlefield, one could fight against ten. However, Zhan Changtian had only taken advantage of his current situation to buy time for him to survive.

As tears rolled down his face, Zhan Changtian looked towards Xiao Yi who was playing the flute under the bright moon. His eyes were as cold as a venomous snake's.

Following that, Zhan Changtian faced the sky and roared: "Xiao Family, from now on, I, Zhan Changtian, will not rest until you are dead."

Just as Zhan Changtian was venting the dissatisfaction in his heart, Elder Mo Tian, who was beside him. In the darkness of the night, he left afterimages behind him. He had already disappeared on the spot.

The place where Xiao Yi was blowing the flute was only around ten metres away from his current position. As long as Zhan Changtian passed the ten-meter mark, he would be able to pass through the dense group of fire bat. Then, Mo Tian was confident that he could instantly subdue Xiao Yi.

Right now, the biggest threat to the Hongmen was Xiao Yi and his flute.

As long as they could subdue Xiao Yi, the situation could instantly be reversed. There were only a handful of people in the Xiao family. It would only take a split-second for them to subdue the Xiao family.

As an elder of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, Mo Tian's movement technique was naturally profound and unfathomable. In the darkness of the night, he was like a ghost as he swiftly rushed towards Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi played the flute and raised his eyebrows. Looking at the blurry shadow in the darkness, a grave expression appeared on his face.

The sound of the flute became louder and louder. The numerous bats pounced even more crazily on the surviving people. And at this time, the elites of the Hongmen, by burning their own bodies, had already arrived beside Zhan Changtian.

Without much communication, these elites quickly formed a circle around Zhan Changtian.

Their bodies were burning fiercely. The flames burned these people's skin little by little. The hair of these people, even they could hear their bones burning and crackling.

However, this kind of true warrior was not afraid of death. Standing beside Zhan Changtian, waving the long blade in his hand, he raised his burning arm towards the fire bat that was flying towards him.

Their faces revealed unswerving determination, truly acting as if they were facing death.

Zhan Changtian who had been protected, looked at his comrades who were risking their lives with him, each and every one of them dying in front of him. One died, and the brother behind him ascended to the top once more.

Their faces were calm as they were illuminated by the flames. With a flash, Zhan Changtian looked at them one by one. He wanted to remember these brothers who acted as if they were dead.

After looking around, Zhan Changtian saw the place where the flute sound had originated from.

Even if these elites did not fear death, the flames of self-immolation, the flames of overflowing the heavens, and their resistance to being fearless of death. In the end, he could only endure for a little while.

Their greatest hope was still Elder Mo Tian, whether or not they could swiftly succeed in assassinating Xiao Yi.