An incomparably majestic voice came from the sky, as if announcing the start of something insane.
"Patrol on behalf of Heaven, and judge all things!"
Subsequently, in various human realms, numerous golden lightning bolts appeared out of nowhere, striking the human scum with unerring accuracy.
This scene was like the wrath of Heaven.
In the Spirit Realm, Cheng Yao looked at the enormous golden eye in the sky, her heart pounding wildly. Patrolling on behalf of Heaven, judging all things—the methods of the Human King!
The scene today is exactly the same as the great purge by the human king a thousand years ago.
On that day, the King of Men put on a show!
The sky above the sword domain was instantly obscured by the enormous dragon body.
Everyone in the Sword Domain had some realization; this was the enormous figure that had protected the Sword Domain during the great battle between the Human King and the Heavenly Dao a year ago.
Lord Black Dragon...
The people of the Sword Domain now understood what had happened.
A terrifying pressure emanated from the majestic body hovering above their heads, seemingly far exceeding their own level.
A gigantic dragon head peered down from the clouds...
Above the dragon's head, the seven-colored neon lights illuminated her jet-black armor, her exquisite face, and her snow-white hair...
Terror, fear, cowardice, anger, regret—a host of emotions surfaced in the eyes of those traitors and foreigners.
They then realized it was a trap!
The King's trap!
Suddenly, the red and green lights shone brightly, and a terrifying aura instantly enveloped their hearts.
Once hailed as the number one and number one divine artifacts in the world, they are the origin of space—Soul Burning; and the origin of time—Time.
The enormous black dragon slowly spoke: "Scum, rest in peace on your journey."
After Diefang and the others heard the familiar voice in the sky.
The group arrived outside the Sword Tower, and this time, they looked up at the sky.
They stared at this scene for a long time, lost in thought.
The memories that Xiao Hei once sealed away: a powerful, charming, sacred, majestic, and peerless master...
Xiao Xi stared in disbelief at the white figure in the sky above the courtyard... her teacher.
The great battle quickly came to an end, and none of the traitors or foreigners escaped; they were all buried here.
Even after it ended, Haotian remained gazing into the air.
Blood mist rose from the Soul-Burning Sword, eventually transforming into a red humanoid figure that leaned close to Haotian's ear.
"That felt good, finally I got to kill them all. But with so much resentment, they'll be stuffed to death. How about I make another little toy?"
However, Haotian's figure gradually disappeared.
Her cold gaze told the Soul-Burning Sword... If you can't eat it, destroy it!
Finally... the figures of the Human King and the Black Dragon disappeared again, and only then did the people of the Sword Domain see the enormous golden eye in the sky.
More and more scum from other domains are being killed; they are all people who deserve to die.
Slaves of other races and humans; those who collude with other races and betray humanity.
On the Sword Domain side, despite the enormous difference in combat power, no one died; the only casualties were severe injuries sustained from fighting too desperately.
Finally, everyone realized that it was the Human King who was protecting them in secret.
At the same time, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure suddenly appeared in front of Diefang and the others.
"You all... did a great job. Would you like any reward?"
Diefang, Wenxin, Xinyu, and Xiaofangying couldn't help but rush into Haotian's arms.
They were all young girls, yet they cried like children.
Haotian led everyone back to the courtyard house.
The spirit in the courtyard also threw itself onto her and started crying.
In order to disguise his complete disappearance, Haotian severed all causal ties and connections with himself.
It also includes the connection between the courtyard houses, the Chu Xin Bridge, and the red rope of the Hanqin.
However, afterwards, she secretly rebuilt the red thread connecting Chu Xinqiao and Hanqin.
Because she was afraid that some crazy dragon would come with a crying little wife and ruin her plans.
Haotian cannot deny that there are still some hidden scum within the human race, but she can guarantee that she has reduced at least 90% of them.
Most of them were traitors who colluded with foreign races and those who privately enslaved foreign races and humans—people who deserved to die.
Inside the courtyard, the four girls were still holding Haotian and crying.
Haotian gently comforted them. Although she felt bad for not being there for them, she knew that she would eventually leave and that they needed to learn to grow up.
So many words I wanted to say, but in the end, all that remained were low sobs.
One day we parted, and grief filled our hearts.
Sword-Cutting Tower, a path to self-cultivation.
A woman of unparalleled beauty and in the prime of her youth,
The bitterness and astringency only made me fall ill with lovesickness.
However, Haotian...
For the greater good, we part in sorrow.
Throughout the year, my thoughts were filled with longing.
Gazing into the shadows, I deeply understand the boundless sorrow.
Silently leaving myself, my heart trembles.
After a long while, the group of them finally came to their senses.
This time, Diefang sobbed, wrapped her arms around Haotian's neck, and kissed her cheek passionately and tenderly.
Countless feelings of longing erupted at this moment.
For a year, every day she woke up to find no familiar figure beside her. She felt like every day was a torment of despair, but she couldn't show it. She had to grow up. She was the senior sister. If even she gave up, what would happen to her junior sisters and Xinyu?
However, feeling tired upon waking, she no longer wanted to cook...
If you get hungry, just use a fasting pill to pass the time...
Even now, she feels like she's been parched for a long time and finally received some rain. After crying, she poured out all the grievances and sadness in her heart.
Seeing this, Wenxin, without hesitation and in a very proper manner, kissed Haotian's cheek.
Over the past year, she has almost lost her passion for food, because whenever she wants to eat something delicious, she always feels that something is missing when she drags Diefang and the others along.
When she picked up her chopsticks, she realized that someone was missing, and even the most delicious food would taste like chewing wax.
Then Xinyu and Xiaofangying arrived.
As evening approached, Haotian reappeared in the courtyard. Looking at her teacher, a man of unparalleled beauty and white hair, Xiaoxi asked softly, "Teacher, are you the Human King...?"
Haotian nodded slightly.
"So you're leaving..."
"I will take you with me when I leave."
That night, Haotian asked Xiaoxi to pack her things. She would take her to see his disciples the next day.
That night, Diefang and the others did what they had done a year ago. Diefang clung tightly to Haotian's waist while sleeping, while Wenxin clung tightly to Haotian's thigh.
The group talked for a long time.
Diefang and the others shared their experiences over the past year, and Haotian listened quietly, occasionally offering her words of affirmation.
Haotian also shared her experience. She was entrusted by a deceased friend to take on a student, whom you can call Xiaoxi.
Diefang kissed Haotian again out of jealousy: Master is such a womanizer!
Haotian gently rubbed her head.
It's late, time to sleep...
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