The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Guiju was kicked and rolled on the ground, curling up into a small ball. Gelsemium struggled to get up and protect his brother, but the Rakshasa King grabbed his head and slammed it to the ground.

"Boom!"

There was a dull thud, and blood splashed on the stone pillar. Goushi felt his eyes go dark, and his consciousness was a little blurred. But he still held on and reached out to the mortar not far away.

Upon seeing this, the Rakshasa King became even more furious. He turned around, picked up a broken spear on the ground, and stabbed it hard at the calf of Gelsemium elegans with the tip of the spear.

Goushi groaned, the pain tensed his body instantly, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. Blood flowed down the gun barrel, quickly soaking the ground beneath him.

"I told you not to be disobedient! I told you to get into trouble!" The Rakshasa King roared and swung his spear, stabbing and hitting the two brothers continuously.

Gelsemium tried its best to protect the Podophyllum with its body, and soon his back and arms were covered with gunshot wounds and bruises.

The demon guards unconsciously took a half step back, and some young soldiers could not bear to turn their heads away. The Rakshasa King was tired of beating him, and stopped panting, but he was still not satisfied. He bent down and grabbed the collar of Gouwen, lifted him up, and said viciously:

"From today on, the two of you, Guijue and Gelsemium, will be expelled from the Rakshasa clan immediately! Remove your names from the clan tree!"

Marquis Buye was holding Su Yang and was about to leave, but he was given a headache by the noise made by King Rakshasa.

He turned back coldly, "Shut up! Luosha King, you'd better clean your neck and wait for the ghost clan to settle the accounts. Let me kindly remind you that Su Yang's brother is Hua Jianli, the great demon king of the Shura clan. If he knew that you imprisoned his brother, according to his previous temper, it is possible that he would destroy your entire clan."

After saying this, he said no more, his figure flashed, and he disappeared with Su Yang.

King Luosha stood there in a daze, his mind was blank. He looked at the remains of his beloved son Langdu all over the ground, and then looked at his two sons who were expelled from the clan by him. He felt a mixture of fear, regret, and unwillingness.

Suddenly, he thought of his father. Ten thousand years ago, his father had a close relationship with the Demon Lord Di Yin. Maybe... maybe the Demon Lord could come forward to calm the matter down!

Thinking of this, King Rakshasa rushed into the ruined palace, picked up his father's tablet with trembling hands, turned around and ran towards the direction of the ghost clan.

As he ran, he muttered to himself: "Father, please protect your son... Demon Lord, for the sake of our past friendship, please save our Rakshasa tribe..."

Inside the ghost clan’s bedroom.

The soothing incense from the gilded beast furnace was mixed with the scent of herbs. Su Yang was sleeping on the bed. The hideous wound on his neck was about to heal under the nourishment of spiritual power, but it still stung Su Xiang's eyes.

He knelt on the edge of the bed, his fingers hovering above the wound, hesitant to touch it. Then he put Su Yang's hand on his face, his voice hoarse and almost broken.

"Brother...it's all my fault for not protecting you...I was too careless. If I had noticed it earlier, this wouldn't have happened..."

"Yangyang! Daddy is here! Daddy is here!" Ghost King Cangyuan rushed in from outside with red eyes and ran straight to Su Yang's bedside, "Child, Daddy is late, child!"

"Don't make noise," Su Xiang reminded in a hoarse voice, "Brother needs to rest."

Cang Yuan nodded, and gently brushed Su Yang's hair with his big hand, "How dare the Rakshasa King allow his son to torture Yang Yang like this..." He let out a suppressed roar, "I will make the Rakshasa clan pay this debt a hundredfold!"

"How can a hundred times of it be offset?" Su Xiang said coldly, "The suffering my brother has endured must be buried with the entire Rakshasa clan!"

“Die! Wait, wait…” The voice of Demon Lord Di Yin suddenly sounded, “Don’t do anything yet, let me handle the affairs of the Rakshasa tribe.”

Cang Yuan and Su Xiang looked up at the same time, only to see Di Yin trotting in and saying to them: "I know you are angry, but don't be angry yet. The Rakshasa King came to me just now, crying heartbreakingly, hoping that I could help put in a good word.

Originally I didn't want to get involved in this matter. After all, Xiaoyang and I are closer in terms of relationship. But Luosha King's father followed me in battles in the early years and made many contributions, so I promised him that I would find a way to resolve this matter.

This is what I think, we’ve fought and quarreled, so let’s just let it go…”

Before Di Yin finished speaking, a dark red mist suddenly rose around Su Xiang. The kneeling figure slowly stood up, and his thin body rose at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The originally thin shoulders became broad, the waistline was narrowed into a perfect curve, the purple clothes bloomed layer by layer in the mist, and the silver thread embroidered with the Shura totem glowed with a cold light.

His waist-length black hair fluttered in the wind, his childish look faded, replaced by an angular face, and he instantly transformed from a lively boy into the Shura Demon Lord who controlled life and death.

As soon as Di Yin saw Su Xiang on the throne, he knew there was no room for negotiation. He just told him not to exterminate the clan, and then quickly slipped away.

Three days later——

In the bloody square outside the Rakshasa clan altar, Su Xiang sat on a three-meter-high gilded execution platform. He lowered his eyes and stared at the huge crowd kneeling below the platform.

The Rakshasa King's maternal family, paternal family, wife's family, and all his royal relatives were now all locked by their necks with iron chains, curled up in the mud like animals.

Gumball held Guiju and sat on the broken wall diagonally opposite the execution platform. His outer robe wrapped around his brother's trembling body. Guiju buried his face in Gumball's neck, his fingertips tightly grasping the other's sleeves.

Guijue and Gelsemium were not among the large group of people who were slaughtered, because King Rakshasa had kicked the two brothers out of the family tree in order to protect himself.

There were layers of people kneeling at their feet, and the one kneeling in the front row was the Rakshasa King. Half of his hair had been torn out, and blood scabs mixed with mud were flowing down his forehead. His eyes were fixed on the killing god-like figure on the execution platform.

"Let's start." Su Xiang's voice was soft, but it was like a blunt knife cutting through the air.

The bronze bells at the four corners of the execution ground suddenly roared, causing pain in everyone's eardrums. Eight Shura Guards carried a bronze cauldron several feet long and stepped into the square. What was surging in the cauldron was not fire, but a liquid as thick as blood. There were densely packed tiny runes floating on the surface, and every time it swung, it emitted a piercing scream.

Guiju was startled by the sound, and Goushen immediately covered his ears, but he looked up at the execution platform and saw Su Xiang flicking his fingertips, and the blood in the cauldron suddenly turned into thousands of fine needles, hanging in the air like a dense red cloud.

"The first punishment is bone-digging and blood sacrifice." Su Xiang's fingertips passed through the void, and the blood needle moved in response.

The group of beautiful women in the second row had just let out a half-scream when three blood needles pierced their throats. The needles penetrated their wrists and moved along their meridians, and soon earthworm-like bulges bulged under their skin.

"what--!!!"

Amid their heart-wrenching screams, their wrist bones were pulled out of their bodies, and the bloody broken bones mixed with blood fell to the ground, splashing mud.

The blood needles did not stop, from the wrists to the ankles, and then to the shoulders and neck. The eight main bones were pulled out one by one, and formed a twisted human shape in mid-air. The bodies of the beautiful women were still kneeling, their empty eye sockets facing the direction of the Rakshasa King, and there was still fear at the corners of their mouths.

Guiju was trembling all over, "Brother...it hurts...they are in so much pain..."

Gouwen pressed his head into his arms, "Don't be afraid, don't look."