Liang Ting made a huge decision before agreeing to completely align himself with Xianlong Peak. He began carefully selling off his assets, transferring money, and spreading rumors, losing sleep day and night over the matter. However, he was overthinking it. These were merely minor changes. Neither the academy nor the fearsome Martial God Temple had time to manage his small Wanbao Pavilion. Everyone was focused on the Realm of Death, like ants caring for a group of insignificant ants before a river about to overflow. Disaster struck, and the Martial God and the Martial God Temple lost contact. As the most powerful force in the martial arts world and even the entire Aotian Continent, the Martial God Temple could no longer remain unaffected. Even the Purple-Robed Divine Servant emerged from seclusion ahead of schedule, leading a large group of powerful cultivators who had reached the Martial Saint level to investigate. Then… “The Purple-Robed Venerable is dead!” “The Purple-Robed Venerable is dead!!” Their strongest cultivator had died in the Realm of Death. No one had expected this. Even though the Realm of Death appeared mysteriously and menacingly, the people of the Martial God Temple never imagined that the Purple-Robed Venerable would lose his life there. They thought that at most, the Venerable wouldn't be able to immediately resolve the Realm of Death, would return defeated, and then summon all the cultivators to discuss the next important matters. They truly never imagined that the strongest martial artist would die there. Panic. The high-ranking officials of the Martial God Temple and the two major academies were all gripped by panic. They didn't even dare to publicize the matter, but internally, chaos reigned. "What exactly is the Realm of Death? We don't even know who the enemy is or what they look like." Mo Hongyun sat with the remaining few Red-Robed Divine Attendants. He had lived for thousands of years and had never encountered such a situation. The atmosphere inside the hall was heavy. Just then, a Divine Attendant rushed in, carrying a piece of cloth soaked in blood. "My lord, my lord! We found this on the Venerable's body!" A group of people quickly reached out and unfolded the cloth. The blood on the purple robe had congealed into brown, and eight large characters were written on it—"Realm of Death, Demon God Yan Qing." "Yan Qing?!" "It's actually Yan Qing!!" Seeing this information obtained with the life of the purple-robed venerable one, the others were shocked. They then recalled the blind old man's divination earlier. "A month ago, the Martial God revealed his true identity, saying that Yan Qing is the Demon King of Annihilation." "Yes!" "In just one month, he has become so powerful that he killed the Venerable One. We must avenge the Venerable One, and avenge all the innocent lives lost!" "The Venerable One's body is still in the Martial God Temple. We must bring Yan Qing's head to offer as a sacrifice to the Venerable One!!" The cultivators of the Martial God Temple were immediately filled with righteous indignation. With a target for revenge, their hatred reached its peak. "Everyone on Xianlong Peak is Yan Qing's accomplice! Those who helped Yan Qing escape are sinners of the Aotian Continent!!" "These people should all be killed without exception!" "By the way, what about Karl?" "That despicable person with filthy demonic blood flowing through his veins, a human-beast body that only became a normal human thanks to the temple's gift..." When they learned that the culprit was "Yan Qing," the people of the Martial God Temple wanted to settle scores with them. Unable to defeat Shang Yanting, they would first look for those related to him. Karl had already been labeled a traitor, and Jia Xitong had become the primary target for arrest. Just as Jia Xitong finished writing the last volume of the legendary story and handed it to the servant from Wanbaoge who had come to collect the letter, the people from the Martial God Temple and the two major academies arrived. They surrounded the small courtyard, laying a net in the sky, on the ground, and even in the soil, to ensure that Jia Xitong and Karl had no chance of escape. It was under these circumstances that the two were captured. They were handcuffed and shackled with the shackles used on the most heinous criminals and pushed step by step into the Martial God Temple's sentencing hall. There, Jia Xitong saw several unfamiliar red-robed attendants, as well as the familiar Mo Hongyun and the three deans. "What are you doing?" Karl frowned at them, remaining unyielding even in shackles. "What are we doing? Executing you!" The red-robed attendants waved slightly, and a group of people took out various instruments of punishment. The methods of the Martial God Temple were specifically used to deal with cultivators who were disobedient and did not believe in the Martial God. Even if they didn't die, they would be severely injured. Karl frowned as he looked at Jia Xitong, gathering spiritual energy in his hands and legs before suddenly unleashing it. He grabbed Jia Xitong's hand, attempting to escape, but the red-robed attendant blocked his way. "You still want to escape now? We shouldn't have kept you in the first place." Karl frowned slightly, not responding to the attendant's words, but instead tightening his grip on Jia Xitong. "I've been entrusted with this task, and I must fulfill my duty. Even if you have grudges against Yan Qing, go find him. Why make things difficult for a young girl?" The three deans of Dingtian Academy lowered their heads, not daring to interrupt, let alone offer any advice to Karl. "Heh, we're not only looking for her, but you won't escape unscathed either." The red-robed attendants then attacked Karl from their respective directions. Several Martial Saint level experts clashing was beyond the reach of cultivators at the Martial Emperor level. Although Karl's individual strength was similar to theirs, even a group of them couldn't withstand so many attacks. Just as wounds appeared all over his body, a shout suddenly came from the horizon. A massive shadow appeared, enveloping most of the Martial God Temple. And the behemoth atop it was—Dokar! Dokar broke through the encirclement of several red-robed divine servants. Most of the cultivators' attacks were deflected by its thick, hard shell, though some did manage to wound it. With a roar, Dokar shook off the servants' attacks, its enormous form destroying palaces in its path. Jia Xitong, perched on Dokar's massive head, had known for a long time that Dokar was strong, even stronger than Uncle Karl, but she hadn't expected it to hold its own against so many red-robed divine servants. It carried the two of them out of the barrage of attacks, and with a whoosh, it spread its wings. The enormous wings blotted out the sky; with a gentle flap, a hurricane powerful enough to shake everyone up. Right before everyone's eyes, it carried the two of them away into the distance. However, those below wouldn't give up; several small black dots quickly followed. Mo Hongyun flew to the front and blocked Karl's way out, saying, "Karl, are you really that stubborn! Do you only care about this one student and don't care about anyone else in Dingtian Academy?!"
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