Deathly aura enveloped the entire peak of Zayi Peak, and blood stained the entire peak red.
Song Hui was already in a bloodthirsty frenzy. The spiritual sword in his hand seemed to have several cracks due to his change in temperament, and the spiritual energy around him was also abnormal.
Meanwhile, wave after wave of cultivators who joined forces to attack Song Hui died.
Standing in the corner, Ye Ning, observing coldly, clearly understood that Song Hui's Dao heart was shattered, and he was on the verge of falling into demonic possession.
At this moment, she should perhaps step forward to remind him out of camaraderie, but she simply didn't want to.
The remaining people on the peak had already been killed, leaving fewer than a hundred or so.
She had promised Yan Li that she would wait until they had killed only one person left.
As for who is dead and who is alive, it doesn't matter.
…￥…
On that nameless, abandoned hilltop, Yan Li, who was watching this scene, got up with great satisfaction. Just as she was about to leave, she discovered that Wen Yu was standing behind her at some point.
She didn't know how long Wen Yu had been standing there.
Given his level of expertise, it would be incredibly easy for him to keep it from her.
But just a moment later, Yan Li reacted, and a slight smile appeared on her lips. "Master," she greeted Wen Yu in the same manner as before.
Too calm.
It was as if she wasn't the one who orchestrated this murder.
She wasn't the one who escaped from Zayi Peak.
The next moment, Yan Li seemed to remember something, and patted his head, "Look at my memory, I almost forgot that I'm still in confinement. Disciple, I'll go back now."
As she spoke, she headed in the opposite direction from the miscellaneous servants' peak.
Just as Yan Li had nowhere to avoid it and was walking towards Wen Yu.
"Why?" He lowered his gaze slightly, grasped her wrist, and looked at Yan Li before him, not understanding why she would set up such a deadly trap.
Have they all offended you?
He has gone into seclusion.
But it's not that we know nothing at all.
She said she was choosing a Daoist partner for herself, but she never intended for these people to live. She even took advantage of Ye Ning to escape from the barrier early on.
He just couldn't figure out why she was acting this way.
"What are you saying, Master? I don't understand," Yan Li said after hearing Wen Yu's words. "I've just been locked up for too long and wanted to get some fresh air..."
"Master, is it really necessary to put such a heavy burden on your own disciple?"
As she spoke, she struggled to free her hand from Wen Yu's grasp, clearly having no intention of agreeing to the matter.
But she was still too weak.
More accurately, her strength is still too weak.
"Enough!" Seeing that Yan Li was still lying, Wen Yu couldn't help but interrupt. Looking at the mask on her face, she couldn't resist reaching out with her other hand and pinching Yan Li's chin, her tone filled with helplessness:
"Ah Li, tell me, why did you trick those people into going up there? Why did you lie and say they were choosing Daoist partners?"
Their eyes met, but Wen Yu couldn't see anything she wanted in Yan Li's eyes. There was only confusion and a hint of grievance in them, as if he had really wronged her.
Wen Yu's heart skipped a beat, and just as he was about to say something, Yan Li suddenly bit his tiger's mouth.
Instantly, blood gushed out.
"Instead of questioning your disciple, Master would have already rescued those people." Yan Li looked at Wen Yu, who had released him after wincing in pain, and his emotions began to surge.
"Or is Master planning to say they deserve to die again, just like last time?"
Wen Yu stared at her bitten hand, speechless for a moment, seemingly acknowledging Yan Li's statement.
He didn't know in his heart whether the answer was right or wrong, but all his principles were bowing down for her.
Seeing Yan Li, who was already in a foul mood, he didn't care about soothing the injury on his hand. He pulled Yan Li into his arms again and hugged him tightly.
It was as if this would make her realize that she was not alone.
She still has someone to rely on.
“Ah Li, I don’t mean to blame you.”
“Didn’t you always want to become an immortal? You have too much karma on your body, so you can’t pass the tribulation of lightning, and the Heavenly Dao will not tolerate you.” Wen Yu paused. “I just don’t want Ali’s years of hard work to be in vain.”
As he spoke, he couldn't help but wonder why Yan Li's temperament had changed so drastically in such a short time.
"But I don't believe in cause and effect," Yan Li sneered.
"If it were true, their current predicament is their retribution."
Wen Yu frowned.
Retribution? What kind of retribution?
Yan Li's tone was too calm, without much hatred, as if he had just casually crushed an ant on the roadside.
As she spoke, she peeked out from Wen Yu's embrace, looking in the direction of the miscellaneous servants' peak. She showed no intention of escaping again under Wen Yu's watchful eye. Then, with another soft laugh:
"Don't you think they're quite interesting, Master?"
"They would actually kill each other for my sake. If I were born in the harem of the mortal realm, wouldn't I be able to become a femme fatale who brings ruin to the country?"
"Will my master, like those emperors of the mortal world, also push me out?"
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