Mu Ning stared at the fragmented body on the ground. The symbolic white robes of the Xuanmen sect were no longer recognizable. She thought blankly, "If my senior brother wants me to kill him myself, at least I'll have a complete corpse. I'll still look the same as before, unlike the indistinguishable pieces of flesh on the ground."

So... why doesn't she do it herself?

Mu Ning took out the dagger with a blank expression. Looking at the cold glint of the sword, she strangely felt no fear. "Master..."

Ichiki was startled when he heard her voice. She couldn't really...

"Disciple will go first. My fellow disciples and I will wait for Master." Mu Ning smiled, as innocent and charming as ever. Then, she plunged the dagger in her hand into her heart.

Mu Ning lay on the ground, gazing at the blood-soaked scene. She suddenly realized that death... wasn't so painful after all. It was just that the color of the blood was too glaring, and she didn't like it. So... she closed her eyes and never opened them again.

“Now, it’s just you.” Fang Yue’s expression remained unchanged. He looked at Yi Mu and smiled gently. He raised his hand, and as Yi Mu Dao Ren screamed because he had been forcibly stripped of his possessions from his spiritual space, the Han Yuan Sword appeared from Yi Mu’s body and floated in mid-air.

Fang Yue gripped the Cold Abyss Sword, removed the red tassel from the hilt, and tossed it casually. The Cold Abyss Sword landed steadily in the ground. He stared at the tassel lying in his palm for a long, long time before slowly tightening his grip, his expression suddenly softening considerably.

"This was a gift from Fengguang. I'll take it back. You shouldn't have any objections, right?" He asked in a questioning tone, as if he really wanted to get Yimu's opinion.

At this point, Yi Mu was extremely weak. Since he couldn't escape, fear was useless in this desperate situation. So he laughed arrogantly, "You hate me, so you want to kill me and destroy the Xuanmen. But even if you succeed, so what? Even if you kill me, your beloved woman will never come back... Ah!"

A cold glint flashed, revealing that his left leg had been severed from his body, blood splattering everywhere. Yet, Yimu Daoren was still alive. Enduring unspeakable pain, he still smiled cruelly and said, "What? Did I hit a nerve? It seems you didn't find her in the Ghost Realm. Perhaps… she abandoned you and reincarnated? Chu Yu… or should I call you Fang Yue? No matter how many years have passed, you've always been destined to be abandoned. Twenty years ago, it was your parents; twenty years later, it's the woman you love. You see, you've never had a choice? You murdered your father, so the one you love will leave you first. This is Heaven's greatest retribution against you!"

Fang Yue's eyes gradually revealed a hint of coldness, but he still said casually, "Perhaps Master is right."

Next, Ichiki's other leg was also broken.

Ichiki's face was deathly pale, and he couldn't even utter a painful cry.

“But I believe I will find Fengguang, and she will come back to my side.” Fang Yue raised the Hanyuan Sword and struck Yimu’s waist with it. Not a drop of the blood that spurted out fell on Fang Yue’s white clothes. He whispered, “I have set a deadline for myself. If I have not found her in seven hundred years, I will… let this world return to chaos.”

"You...you're insane..."

Before Pangu separated heaven and earth, the world was a blurry mass. In this extremely harsh environment, neither humans nor demons existed. Now, for the sake of a woman, he is going to destroy the entire world!