All the guilty Wang clan members and palace servants knelt in the courtyard.

"sword."

Li Ang raised his palm, and the monk from the Supervisory Department on the side handed the hilt of the sword at his waist into his hand.

He held the sword, stepped forward, came to the front of Wang Jie, and said calmly: "Do you have any last words?"

Wang Jie stared at him, "Aristocratic families treat the common people like nothing, what's the problem with this?

Shouldn't the talented nobles rule over the mediocre people below? Look at yourself in the mirror! Aren't you also relying on your spiritual talent and intelligence to reach a high position?

Don’t you also want to be the Prince Consort, the Academy Patroller, or even the Academy Chief?!

When you get married and have children, don’t you want your sons, daughters, and grandchildren to be rich forever?!

With your help, they can either embark on a career as an official, go into business to make money, or serve as a scholar in the academy.

It won’t take a hundred years, and you will be the new influencer yourself!

Hahahahahahahahaha.

Don't look at you standing here now, condescending and speaking righteously,

A hundred years from now, your descendants will also stand with our family! Standing on a high hill, overlooking the ant-like common people below!"

Boom!

The third beam of the main hall collapsed, flames shot into the sky, and smoke filled the air.

Li Ang looked at Wang Jie who was almost crazy and said calmly: "Are you done?"

"No!"

Wang Jie laughed wildly and said: "I don't regret at all that I dealt with that batch of furs that had fleas.

I don’t regret at all that I had people beat up the doctor who made nonsense, said that the plague originated from the palace, and called on the people to stay away.

It’s just a pity that Wang’s monks don’t have the guts to take the last step and really kill you!”

"Then I'll give you this chance."

Li Ang handed over the hilt of the sword with his backhand and put it into Wang Jie's hand, "Come, kill me."

Wang Jie was stunned on the spot. Not only him, but also the monk from the Supervisory Department who had just spoken to Li Ang and handed him the sword also subconsciously took a step forward.

"You have a sword in your hand, but I don't have a sword in my hand."

Li Ang said: "I'll give you the chance to kill me."

"."

Wang Jie clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, and the expression on his face changed several times: ferocious, disgusting, fearful, and confused.

The palm holding the sword hilt couldn't help but tremble, and finally let go.

Dang clang——

The long sword fell to the ground and pierced into the soil.

Wang Jie didn't have the courage to swing his sword. He was still a member of the family. Those innocent people were still standing there. If he thrust out this sword, others would also die.

Li Ang looked indifferently at Wang Jie who had lost all his courage and momentum and was sitting on his knees, with an inexplicable sense of absurdity and irritability in his heart.

The culprit who caused tens of thousands of civilian casualties and caused immeasurable losses to the Yu State,

Turns out, he is just a stupid, short-sighted, superficial and selfish heir to a wealthy family.

He could regard his clan members as close relatives, but he had no sympathy at all for the people in the city who supported the Wang family.

How ridiculous.

Li Ang reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, slowly pulled the sword out of the soil, released his palm, and used his mind to hold up the blade.

The blade of the sword slowly tilted, pointing flatly in the direction of Wang Jie.

"."

Wang Jie raised his head quietly and stared at the tip of the sword.

call out--

As Li Ang tapped his fingertips into the air, the long sword suddenly flew out and penetrated Wang Jie's eyebrows.

Skin torn, bones splattered,

Half of Wang Jie's head exploded, and the headless corpse fell backwards and fell to the ground, as if in slow motion, supported by the body's bones.

The sound of flying swords piercing the air overwhelmed the frightened screams among the Wang clan members.

The sword's remaining power continued unabated, and it quickly cut open the second man's neck.

The head flew in the air, and the blood spurted from the corpse was like a fountain, sprinkling on the faces and bodies of the terrified companions next to the deceased.

Accompanied by screams of fear and despair,

call out--

third person.

call out--

The fourth person.

Li Ang's fingertips swayed from side to side, and the flying sword controlled by his mind was harvesting the lives of high-ranking nobles.

The monks from the Supervision Department started the roll call again.

"Wang's Wang Jie condoned the plague and destroyed humanity. His crime was unforgivable. On November 9, the sixth year of Zaiqian, he was executed in the Taiyuan Palace."

"Wang Fengxue, a member of the Wang clan, spread the plague ghost talismans and harmed the people. His crime was unforgivable. On November 9, the sixth year of Qian's reign, he was executed in the Taiyuan palace."

The screams disappeared.

Rivers of blood flow,

Bloody water exuding a fishy smell accumulated on the courtyard floor,

The cobblestones that were carefully selected to decorate the courtyard were soaked in blood, with scarlet veins appearing on their surface.

Corpses were everywhere.

Li Ang turned around, and the long sword floated obediently beside him, with blood dripping down the path of the blade.

The original white silk tassel at the end of the sword hilt is now in tatters, probably scratched off.

The scene was completely silent. The monks in the Supervisory Department remained motionless, watching everything in front of them quietly.

The conical hat veils in front of their faces were blown slightly by the heat wave caused by the fire in the hall.

Only the last person is left.

Li Ang stepped in front of Wang Bofan, holding the floating flying sword with his open palm, just enough to catch the blood dripping from the blade.

"."

Wang Bofan slowly looked away from Wang Jie's headless body.

He looked at Li Ang blankly and smiled miserably,

"I'm waiting for you in hell."

call out--

The flying sword shot out quickly, piercing Wang Bofan's body and nailing it to the door of Wang's mansion.

Boom!

The gate of the palace fell heavily.

The Wang family plaque that had been passed down for countless years was implicated by the vibration, fell down, and hit the ground.
Chapter completed!