Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 2341 - 2339 Execution
Chapter 2341: Chapter 2339: Execution
Chapter 2341 -2339: Execution
“The Moon Pavilion sure ended up in a miserable situation. As soon as the Holy Region aristocratic families arrived, they targeted specific groups to make examples of, and given that the Moon Pavilion has operated in Lorncloud City for so many years, expanding their influence everywhere and amassing substantial wealth, weren’t they the perfect target?”
The man surveyed his surroundings and hammered his fist into his palm.
Ethan Smith nodded silently. Back when he was gathering some intel, the Boss Lady, Kennedi Evans, had ruthlessly fleeced him.
After years of operation, the Evans Family was undoubtedly wealthy enough to rival nations.
“Shouldn’t the Moon Pavilion have accumulated quite the network of connections over the years? Why wouldn’t anyone step forward to help them?”
Ethan Smith felt puzzled. With such longstanding ties, wouldn’t the Moon Pavilion’s network have been enough to make the Holy Region hesitate?
“You’re correct. Originally, Pavilion Master Kennedi Evans tried to compromise by offering half of her resources in exchange for peace.”
“But the upper echelon of the Holy Region pushed things too far. They demanded the Evans Family hand over all their reserves, and even their relatives and close associates’ memories were forcibly refined to extract specific data about their treasure holdings. With that, hiding anything became impossible. Among those subjected to this cruelty were Evan’s closest kin, so reconciliation was out of the question.”
“Those beasts deserve divine retribution.” Ethan Smith gritted his teeth, infuriated. *This was worse than anything a demon could conjure up.*
Seeing Ethan Smith’s outburst of righteous anger, the cultivator became more at ease:
“Afterward, the Evans Family began responding. Over sixty True Saint cultivators came forward, including ten who had already reached the Eighth Grade level, attempting to exert pressure on the Holy Region.”
The man sighed heavily, his face filled with dread.
“But I heard that a prince of the Holy Region personally intervened. He not only slaughtered those ten Eighth Grade True Saint cultivators but refined the others into puppets, displaying them atop the city gate as a warning to the other aristocratic families and sects. To the Holy Region cultivators, these people were no better than feeble chickens or helpless dogs, utterly insignificant.”
“Where is Kennedi Evans now?”
“You’ll see her soon. The entire extended family of the Evans has been captured. They’ve been accused of colluding with different races, and the penalty will be divine judgment, with everyone in Purgatory summoned to witness it.”
Gnashing his teeth, the man expressed his extreme dissatisfaction with the Holy Region’s methods.
Under the guise of righteousness, they were merely engaging in acts of violent thievery—shockingly shameless even by a robber’s standards.
“Such an exquisite display of tyranny,” Ethan Smith uttered, his eyes flashing with cold killing intent.
“But what can you do? Even at the Ninth-Rank Realm of the True Saint, their power completely overwhelms Purgatory cultivators. Resistance is futile without sufficient strength.”
The man let out another heavy sigh, said no more, and hurriedly left.
“This illustrates the vast disparity between the Holy Region and this galaxy. Apart from a few gifted individuals, most here stand no chance against the Holy Region cultivators. If you’re planning to rescue them, you’ll need a meticulously prepared strategy.” freēwēbηovel.c૦m
Elder Baker reminded him from inside the Sumeru Ring.
“Rest assured, Elder Baker, I have my measures.” Ethan Smith nodded firmly.
At that moment, the sound of a bell rang out from the Central Square, signaling the start of the executions.
The square had already swelled with throngs of people by then.
Among the crowd were onlookers, schadenfreude-filled observers, and indignant ones; the whole square bustled in chaotic discord.
In the center stood over two hundred Evans Family members, kneeling in a line, including children as young as a few years old and infants only months old.
“Kennedi Evans, you colluded with different races, betraying the Hominini. You still have a chance to atone—reveal the coordinates of all hidden family treasuries immediately, and we might spare your life. Otherwise, your entire Evans Family will be nailed to the pillar of shame for the Hominini!”
Ethan Smith instantly recognized the speaker as a Si Family elder whom he had previously encountered.
“Hah! You vile beasts! If you want my treasures, come find them yourselves!”
Kennedi Evans spat defiantly. Her face was pale and drained, the result of enduring unspeakable torment in recent days.
She fully understood their intentions; this was about using the Evans Family as an example, a warning to other forces in Purgatory.
Whether or not she surrendered the Evans Family’s resources, death would be unavoidable.
“Stop this madness! I heard Pavilion Master Kennedi Evans already agreed to hand over half of her resources—why drive her to death? Are the Holy Region aristocratic families here to plunder or to lead the charge against different races?”
Ethan Smith suddenly interjected.
“You insolent brat! Who gave you permission to speak here? It seems you’re another Hominini traitor colluding with different races!”
With a wave of the elder’s hand, Ethan Smith immediately sensed a heavy stream of spiritual energy descending upon him, pressing firmly against his shoulder.
“Bow down and speak,”
A tremendous force was about to crush Ethan Smith to the ground.
Ethan Smith summoned a barrier of divine sense within his mind, deflecting the power.
“Interesting, you seem to have some skill—so you’re hiding your true strength after all.”
The Si Family elder smirked with curiosity, intensifying his force.
Yet, he still failed to shake the barrier formed by Ethan Smith’s divine sense power. Sweat poured down the elder’s face as he pushed his spiritual energy to the limit, only to remain helpless against Ethan Smith.
“Foolish child!”
Suddenly, two more figures stepped forward. Ethan Smith’s eyes widened in disbelief—weren’t these the same Si Family elders, Si Dian and Si Cha, who had blocked his and Emily Taylor’s escape?
His eyes turned bloodshot. *It was these conniving old bastards who subjected Emily to such unbearable suffering!*”
One of the elders took a single step forward, his movements almost imperceptible.
With a palm strike against the air, a thunderous crack reverberated through the atmosphere.
The sound echoed deeply from the sheer force of his palm against the Void, and Ethan Smith’s body suddenly jerked violently, blood spilling profusely from his frame.
Though his Spiritualization Technique managed to fend off Si Dian’s energy, the vibrations it triggered nearly obliterated his flesh.
The mask Ethan Smith had worn shattered instantly, revealing his original appearance.
“Ethan Smith!”
Si Dian froze in shock but quickly replaced it with a cold sneer.
“I heard you’ve had your share of fortuitous encounters in Purgatory, but now that I’ve seen you in action, your skills aren’t impressive at all. Prepare to be subdued!”
The oppressive spiritual energy surged, shattering Ethan Smith’s leg bones. Yet, clenching his teeth, Ethan Smith struggled and stood upright, trembling.
“You want to die, don’t you?!”
Salena Carpenter, enraged at Ethan Smith’s injuries, launched a palm strike toward the elder.
Si Dian countered with his own palm, neutralizing Salena Carpenter’s attack, though her force pushed him back several steps.
“Impressive, you’re not entirely powerless—but none of you will leave here alive today.”
Si Dian clapped his hands, and suddenly, a mirror appeared high in the air.
“The Xuan Moon Mirror.”
From the Void, a stream of moonlight shone onto the mirror, its reflected beam forming a column of light that enveloped Salena Carpenter.
In moments, the light column turned into a prison, trapping Salena Carpenter inside.
Salena Carpenter erupted in fury, ferociously kicking and punching at the luminescent barrier, causing the suspended Xuan Moon Mirror to tremble.
“What formidable strength—but the Xuan Moon Mirror is the Si Family’s Tribulation Stage magical artifact, powered by our Immortal Scripture. Even if you were at the Peak form of True Saint Realm, you’d have no choice but to stay put.”
