She slowly rose to her feet, and with a wave of her hands, the Seven Tribulations Avoiding Dust appeared in her palms.
"Since my hopes are gone, I have no choice but to kill you to avenge my family." A chill ran through Si Qianyu's eyes.
"Take her down, she's at her last gasp now," Miao Yue said sternly.
A group of disciples from the Three Thousand Towers rushed forward, shouting and yelling. Si Qianyu wielded two swords, one long and one short, and with a whoosh, several heads fell to the ground in an instant.
"My target is Miao Yue. Unrelated people should stay away, or don't blame me for disregarding our fellow disciples." Si Qianyu's long hair flowed freely, exuding an aura of domineering power.
For a moment, none of the disciples of the Three Thousand Towers dared to step forward.
Suddenly, she felt a tightness in her chest, and her true energy was suddenly locked up, as if the true energy in her dantian was blocked.
"Haha, can't gather your true energy, can you? Let me tell you, my iron lock is coated with a poison that seals your qi. You won't be able to gather your true energy for an hour." Miao Yue laughed loudly.
“Despicable…” Si Qianyu collapsed to the ground, staring intently at Miao Yue.
"We assassins are meant to achieve our goals at all costs. Despicable? My good disciple, this is your final lesson. Men, kill her!" Miao Yue said sternly.
The three thousand disciples in the hall drew their swords and attacked Si Qianyu.
However, at that moment, with a loud hum, a gale suddenly formed out of thin air, and the gale suddenly rippled outwards, sending the disciples of the Three Thousand Towers flying with screams.
At the same time, more than a dozen disciples of the Three Thousand Towers were thrown in with a thud.
Ye Xingchen stepped forward and shielded Si Qianyu in his arms.
Seeing the iron claws locked on her shoulder blades, Ye Xingchen roared, "Who hurt her?"
"That dream was just a dream. She... is no longer here." Si Qianyu looked up at Ye Xingchen, tears streaming down her face.
"You mean your mother?" Ye Xingchen pulled her into his arms. "Don't listen to those people's nonsense. I see that your five senses and three sections are full and your six palaces are high. This is a sign that your parents will live long lives."
"So your parents must still be alive. After we resolve things here, I'll take you to find them."
"Really?" A glimmer of hope appeared in Si Qianyu's eyes.
"When have I ever lied to you?" Ye Xingchen reached out and pressed his hand on the iron claw on her shoulder blade. "It hurts a little, just bear with it."
Si Qianyu nodded and closed her eyes.
As long as the man in front of her was there, she could entrust herself to him without worry.
Ye Xingchen removed the iron claws from her two shoulder blades, then stopped her pain and bleeding, and carried her out slowly in his arms.
"Stop right there! Who gave you permission to leave?" Miao Yue said sternly. "Are you Ye Xingchen?"
“That’s right, it was me. I killed your son too. After killing him, I used a Gu poison to destroy his body, leaving no trace of his remains.” Ye Xingchen glanced at her.
"I want to avenge my...son!" Miao Yue screamed, flicking her sleeve to reveal a golden chain with a fist-sized meteor hammer at one end.
Miao Yue was, after all, a Heavenly Realm expert, and as an assassin, she possessed a wide variety of weapons.
She let out a hiss, and with a flick of her wrists, she unleashed the Meteor Hammer. Her body was surrounded by an impenetrable barrier, so thick that not even a mosquito could get in.
Ye Xingchen held Si Qianyu in one arm, and with the other hand, he forcefully grabbed the Meteor Hammer.
With a slow, forward finger gesture, several sword energies formed, locking Miao Yue within them.
Miao Yue felt ice-cold all over her body, and she dared not move.
She was at the Heavenly Realm, but the Formless Dust Realm cultivation emanating from Ye Xingchen made her scalp tingle.
She knew that celestial phenomena were a watershed moment. Even if she was at the Heavenly Realm, she was nothing more than an ant in front of Ye Xingchen.
Moreover, Ye Xingchen's strength is extraordinary; even experts in the Netherworld Realm can be killed by him.
"Do you have any last words to say before you die?" Ye Xingchen asked calmly.
"Haha..." Miao Yue looked sad. She raised her head and looked at Si Qianyu: "I never thought that I would be defeated by my most beloved disciple in the end."
"If you ever truly loved me, then tell me, were my parents really killed in an accident orchestrated by you?" Si Qianyu asked, raising her eyes.
"No, the Three Thousand Towers recruits outstanding children from other places every year. In order to extinguish their hopes, their parents must die."
Miao Yue said, "But when I first saw you, I was touched by your lovely eyes, so I asked them to let your parents go. This is probably the only good deed I've ever done in my life."
"Thank you." Si Qianyu breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank me if you want, then kill me. The mother in your dream is your longing, and my son is mine." Miao Yue closed her eyes: "He's dead, so there's no point in me living."
Si Qianyu fell silent for a moment, then turned her head to the side and leaned on Ye Xingchen's shoulder: "You do it for me...".
With a flick of his right hand, the meteor hammer in his hand hummed and streaked through the air, piercing Miao Yue's chest.
Miao Yue collapsed to her knees with a thud. A fist-sized hole had been punched in her chest by the meteor hammer. She slowly fell to the ground and never made a sound again.
“Master…” The disciples of the Three Thousand Towers were filled with grief and indignation, and they all knelt down on the ground.
Ye Xingchen carried Si Qianyu out of the Misty Rain Pavilion.
Si Qianyu was seriously injured, and the poison in her body made her condition even worse.
Ye Xingchen placed her on a rock to the side, then stood up.
"Why aren't you leaving?" Si Qianyu asked.
“If the Three Thousand Towers are not eliminated, there will definitely be endless trouble in the future. Moreover, hurting you is to touch my sore spot. If it is not wiped out, I will not be at peace.”
Ye Xingchen gestured with his right hand, and the sword pellet floated in his palm.
His strength was originally concealed at the Profound Realm, but when he raised it in one breath, it had already reached the Heavenly Realm, and when he raised it in one breath, it had already reached the Celestial Phenomenon.
With a clear whistle, he took a step forward and appeared in mid-air.
The sword Li Chen in his hand emitted a three-foot-long sword light, while dark clouds pressed down overhead. Ye Xingchen gathered his energy twice, pushing his strength to its limit.
"Those who hurt my woman must pay the price. Today I will wipe out the entire Three Thousand Towers lineage and make you disappear from the martial world completely."
A thunderous sound rang out in mid-air, and a sword aura ripped through the sky, striking diagonally towards the Zuowang Peak where the Three Thousand Towers were located.
Boom... A tremendous sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth, the peak of Zuowang Peak trembled violently, and then an extremely deep sword mark appeared on the peak.
Then, with a deafening roar and billowing dust, Zuowang Peak, along with the Three Thousand Misty Rain Pavilion atop it, plummeted from the solitary peak into the bottomless abyss.
The disciples in the Misty Rain Pavilion, still shocked by their master's death, had not yet recovered from their grief when a cataclysmic event occurred, and the entire summit of Zuowang Peak, along with all the disciples, fell into the abyss.
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