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Xiao Feng looked up at Su Mo, and he muttered to himself, "It's over, everything is over..."

Su Mo said coldly, "Xiao Feng, you are too naive. Everyone in the Ming Cult deserves to die! Their essence will become my nourishment!"

Before he finished speaking, Su Mo turned into a black shadow and rushed out of the Great Hall.

Xiao Feng struggled to stand up, staggering as he chased after him.

The scene outside the Great Hall made Xiao Feng tremble with fear.

He saw corpses lying everywhere, blood flowing like a river.

The Disciples he was once familiar with had now become withered corpses, lying scattered on the ground.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, stimulating every nerve in Xiao Feng.

Su Mo was like a hungry wolf, slaughtering indiscriminately among the crowd.

Wherever he passed, living people instantly turned into dried corpses.

Those Ming Cult Disciples dared not fight back against the Sect Leader at all, and could only let out desperate wails.

"Stop!" Xiao Feng roared as he charged towards Su Mo, but was sent flying by a powerful force.

He fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Su Mo glanced back at Xiao Feng, a cruel smile curling up the corner of his mouth: "Xiao Feng, enjoy this feast! Once I drain these ants dry, it will be your turn!"

Xiao Feng struggled to stand up, but found that all his strength seemed to have been drained.

He could only watch helplessly as Su Mo rampaged through the crowd, taking the lives of the Ming Cult Disciples one by one.

Blood dyed the ground red, and wails rose one after another.

Xiao Feng closed his eyes, and tears streamed down uncontrollably.

If he had been able to completely purify the demonic energy within Su Mo's body back then, perhaps such a tragedy would not have occurred.

Xiao Feng opened his eyes, and the scene before him made him shudder.

Dried corpses lay scattered on the ground, their skin clinging tightly to their bones, as if all their life essence had been sucked dry.

He struggled to raise his head and saw Su Mo standing in the center of the pile of corpses, his eyes blood-red and his face distorted.

That face, once kind and benevolent, was now full of ferocity and madness.

Xiao Feng suppressed the nausea and dizziness, quickly circulating the Immortal Power within his body. A golden light barrier instantly enveloped Su Mo.

"Xiao Feng! What is the meaning of this?" Su Mo shouted sternly, "Do you know what you are doing?"

Xiao Feng stared at Su Mo, his heart aching as if being twisted by a knife.

He slowly opened his mouth: "Sect Leader, do you really not know what you have done?"

Su Mo sneered, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes: "I am the Ming Cult Sect Leader, I can do whatever I want. The life and death of these ants are not for you to question!"

Hearing these words, the last shred of hope in Xiao Feng's heart was also shattered.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You are definitely not the Su Sect Leader I know. Su Sect Leader was compassionate, how could he do such a cruel thing?"

Saying this, Xiao Feng suddenly struck a surge of pure Immortal Power into Su Mo's body.

Su Mo immediately let out a shrill scream, his body convulsing violently.

Black energy surged within his body, colliding fiercely with Xiao Feng's Immortal Power, emitting sizzling sounds.

Just then, a sweet shout suddenly rang out: "Stop! Xiao Feng, what are you doing?"

Xiao Feng looked back and saw Su Xueqing rushing over, her pretty face full of anxiety.

She rushed to Su Mo's side, stood in front of him, and glared at Xiao Feng: "How could you hurt my father? I thought you were an upright person!"

Xiao Feng looked at Su Xueqing, feeling a wave of bitterness in his heart.

"Su Xueqing, calm down and listen to me." Xiao Feng said solemnly, "Your father has been controlled by demonic energy. Those Ming Cult Disciples just now were killed by him."

Xueqing was stunned upon hearing this, and looked at Xiao Feng in disbelief: "What nonsense are you talking about? How could my father do such a thing?"

Xiao Feng smiled bitterly: "I don't want to believe it either, but the facts are right before your eyes. Look carefully at the surroundings, and then look at how your father is now. Is your father really still the compassionate Sect Leader he used to be?"

Su Xueqing hesitated, she slowly turned around, her gaze shifting back and forth between the corpses covering the ground and her father's ferocious face.

Confusion and fear began to appear in her eyes.

Just then, Su Mo suddenly let out a shrill scream, trembling uncontrollably.

Xiao Feng and Su Xueqing looked at him at the same time, and saw a hint of clarity flash in Su Mo's eyes, which was then immediately swallowed by dense black mist.

Su Mo suddenly stopped struggling, the ferocity on his face disappeared, replaced by an expression of grievance.

He said in a trembling voice: "Xiao Feng, why are you doing this to me? I treated you as my Personal Disciple!"

Xiao Feng was stunned, not expecting Su Mo to suddenly change his demeanor.

In the instant he hesitated, Su Mo suddenly pointed at the corpses on the ground, his voice filled with a crying tone: "These people were all killed by you! Why are you framing me?"

Upon hearing this, Su Xueqing looked at Xiao Feng in shock: "Xiao Feng, is this true?"

Xiao Feng quickly explained: "No, I didn't kill anyone! This was all done by Su Sect Leader!"

Su Mo sneered, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes: "I did not kill Borén, but Borén died because of me. Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng, you really know how to play word games."

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding Disciples immediately started discussing among themselves.

Some began to doubt Xiao Feng's motives, while others were half-believing, half-doubting Su Mo's words.

Just then, more Ming Cult Disciples rushed over upon hearing the news.

Seeing this, Su Mo immediately put on an expression of utter grief, and accused with tears streaming down his face: "Listen, all Disciples! Xiao Feng has colluded with external enemies, attempting to overthrow our Ming Cult! These innocent Disciples were all killed by his hand! We must capture him to uphold the sect rules!"

Su Mo's words were like a fire, instantly igniting the anger of the crowd.

Many Disciples were already rolling up their sleeves, preparing to capture Xiao Feng.

Seeing the situation take a sharp turn for the worse, Xiao Feng was burning with anxiety.

Just at this critical moment, a calm voice suddenly rang out: "Wait!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Vice Leader Wu Hai walking out from the crowd.

His expression was solemn, and he stared at Su Mo with sharp eyes: "Sect Leader, forgive me for being blunt, but the demonic energy on your body can no longer be concealed."

Upon hearing this, Su Mo's face instantly turned ashen.

He forced himself to remain calm and shouted sternly: "Wu Hai! What do you mean by this?"

Wu Hai remained unmoved and continued: "I have been secretly observing your words and actions. Your behavior is abnormal, your words are perverse, where is there even a trace of the Sect Leader's former demeanor?"

He turned to the crowd of Disciples and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, the person before you is no longer the Su Sect Leader we know!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire scene erupted in an uproar.

The Disciples looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

Seeing this, Xiao Feng was secretly delighted.

He knew that Wu Hai's words had undoubtedly given him a ray of hope.

He took the opportunity to add: "That's right! Su Sect Leader has been controlled by demonic energy, we must find a way to save him!"

Seeing that the situation was lost, a hint of madness flashed in Su Mo's eyes.

He grinned sinisterly, the black patterns on his body becoming increasingly obvious: "Since that's the case, don't blame me for being impolite!"