"You—Pfft!" Xia Wuxin wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, a sword pierced his chest from behind.
It was Song Yanzhuo.
At this moment, his face was icy cold: "No one in this world can threaten my master."
A smile appeared in Lou Xuanzhi's eyes as he looked at his usually unruly disciple, his satisfaction and appreciation undisguised. Xia Wuxin stared wide-eyed at the two people in front of him, his eyes bulging with fury.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but the sword in his chest caused him unbearable pain, and he could not say anything. Instead, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
It was late at night. Not only were most of the disciples resting and no one passing by, but even if a small number of disciples were still active or cultivating, no one dared to come here to disturb the sect leader.
Outside, all was quiet.
A resolute glint flashed in Xia Wuxin's eyes. He couldn't die here, nor could he die at the hands of these people. Now, his only option was to exchange the sect's most precious treasure for the Holy Son's life.
Crushing the talisman in his spatial ring, Xia Wuxin glared fiercely at the two men. He vowed that once the people from the Holy Sect arrived, he would make sure these two were killed on the spot, otherwise he would not be able to quell the hatred in his heart.
Unfortunately, he couldn't wait any longer.
Lou Xuanzhi, who had already sensed something was wrong, pulled out his spiritual root and crushed his heart. Everything happened in that instant. In the moment before he died, Xia Wuxin's eyes were still staring intently at Lou Xuanzhi and Song Yanzhuo.
His expression seemed to say that even if he died, he would remember these two people and would haunt them even as a ghost!
"Master, a powerful expert is rapidly approaching this way." Song Yanzhuo looked at a void in the darkness, his eyes filled with vigilance.
Lou Xuanzhi followed his gaze and saw an aura rapidly approaching from the darkness. The aura was dangerous and ruthless, but he disdained to attack it.
His gaze suddenly turned cold as he looked at that spot with disdain. He raised his hand and gently grabbed it, and a muffled groan of resentment echoed through the night sky. Then, a streak of intense red appeared in the darkness, spreading out like fireworks and slowly falling, a truly shocking sight.
A faint smell of blood drifted into Song Yanzhuo's nose as the fireworks fell, and he knew that the so-called expert was dead.
We're both at the Nascent Soul stage, but I never imagined my master would be this terrifying!
At the same time, one of the Life and Death Decrees offered by the Holy Sect suddenly exploded and turned to ashes.
"Quickly report to the sect leader, Elder Wang is dead!"
"Heh, utterly pathetic." Lou Xuanzhi withdrew his hand, his cold eyes devoid of any emotion. But having done all this, he seemed to feel it wasn't enough. He looked at the magnificent and towering ancestral hall, frowned unhappily, and then struck down with a palm.
Then, a loud bang was heard.
The magnificent and towering ancestral hall was instantly reduced to ruins, and the dead Xia Wuxin was buried beneath those ruins.
The enormous sound immediately shook the entire Hengyang Sect.
Suddenly someone shouted, "Something terrible has happened! The sect leader is in trouble!"
Dozens of figures immediately rushed towards the ruins. Seeing this, Song Yanzhuo and Lou Xuanzhi, master and disciple, smiled slightly and appeared outside Hengyang Sect the next second.
At this moment, Hengyang Sect was completely enveloped by the sect's grand formation.
With Xia Wuxin dead, the Hengyang Sect was thrown into complete chaos.
The entire sect split into two factions: one led by the Grand Elder, and the other led by the Fifth Elder and others who had previously stood with Xia Wuxin.
No matter which faction it was, Xia Wanqing had no place to stand until Luo Wuji intervened and made Xia Wanqing the sect leader of Hengyang Sect.
The Hengyang Sect and the Holy Sect were now completely in cahoots.
Upon assuming the position of sect leader, Xia Wanqing's first act was to fabricate a series of charges and send the elders and others who opposed her to the execution platform.
Seeing that the Grand Elder and the others were dead, the remaining disciples stopped resisting. The Hengyang Sect became strangely harmonious. Unfortunately, the harmony did not last long.
When Qiyue received Yuan Ji's message, she was sparring with her senior brothers and sisters in the formation.
"Now that she has obtained the sacred artifact of the demon race, let's make our move." With a nonchalant reply, Qi Yue deflected Zhuo Ziyu's spear with a single sword stroke, then retaliated with a mocking slash.
"Fifth Senior Brother, you're no good~".
"What do you mean no! I'm just letting you have your way, senior brother!"
Zhuo Ziyu, her face flushed, dodged Qiyue's attacks, her back covered in a thick layer of cold sweat.
This is absolutely infuriating! I have no idea what my sixth junior brother was thinking. How could he create such a formation that can suppress the cultivation level of someone with a higher cultivation level to compete with someone with a lower cultivation level inside the formation?
This is outrageous! He only has an ordinary immortal spiritual root. How can he possibly surpass a holy spirit root of the same level with such a difference in talent and spiritual root?
Is this really not a joke?
The more he thought about it, the more upset he became. Zhuo Ziyu simply threw down his spirit weapon, the spear, and sprawled out on the ground, acting all silly.
"I'm not coming! I'm never coming again! I don't care, I don't care! Sixth Brother, please let me out!"
Gu Xingchuan, standing outside the formation, chuckled and shook his head helplessly at Zhuo Ziyu: "Fifth Senior Brother, didn't you always claim to be a genius? Why are you so cowardly today? Is this still the Fifth Senior Brother I remember?"
Zhuo Ziyu scoffed, "Hmph! I've learned my lesson now. Your tricks won't work on me. You'd better give up and let me out! I don't want to be a punching bag for my junior sister here!"
Qiyue looked at Zhuo Ziyu meaningfully, clicking her tongue repeatedly, "Tsk tsk tsk, do I remember someone saying something just now? What do you mean no? I'm letting you win, Junior Sister!"
She imitated Zhuo Ziyu's shameless manner in a serious manner, which made Zhuo Ziyu blush and bury his head in shame: "I don't want to listen, you bastard!"
"Hiss~" Qi Yue hissed, slapped Zhuo Ziyu on the head, and said fiercely, "Zhuo Xiaoyu! Who are you calling a bastard?"
As she spoke, she grabbed Zhuo Ziyu's ear.
"Ouch! Ouch! It hurts, it hurts..." Zhuo Ziyu cried out in pain, his handsome face contorted in pain, and he quickly begged Qiyue for mercy.
"It's me, it's me, I'm a turtle."
As he spoke, he even imitated a turtle, making Qiyue laugh, and she finally let him go.
Rubbing her ear, which had been pinched so hard, Zhuo Ziyu felt wronged.
Waaaaah, my ears hurt so much! Junior Sister really hit me hard. If it were Third Senior Sister who spoke, let's see if she would still have the heart to hurt Third Senior Sister...
Thinking about it, he slumped down and turned away, ignoring Qiyue.
Ugh, my junior sister only likes my third senior sister, she doesn't care about me, her fifth senior brother, at all! It's so upsetting! I'm never sparring with her again tomorrow! I'll forgive her the day after tomorrow!
"Fifth Senior Brother, what are you doing?" Seeing Zhuo Ziyu lying on the ground with his shoulders swaying, Qiyue curiously ran up to him and saw that the silly Zhuo Ziyu was pinching his fingers and drawing circles on the ground.
He was drawing while muttering something silently.
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