The palace stopped trembling, the Primordial Contract on the gate ceased to flicker, and the golden light shining on the Sword Spirit Puppet quietly dissipated. The entire valley was filled with deathly silence.
However, this silence didn't last long. Soon, the sword spirit puppets began to howl in pain, but they still rushed forward frantically, swords held high. However, the power of the swords was obviously much weaker than before.
Mu Hanyan looked at Qu Shanling in surprise. She never expected that he had such a mysterious hand gesture. Why hadn't she discovered it before?
"Kill them quickly, quickly!" Qu Shanling said in a trembling voice, the veins on his hands exposed as he was performing hand seals, and cold sweat was pouring down his body.
Although they didn't know the secret behind his hand gesture, which could suppress the Primordial Contract that even Ye Lanxun was helpless against, Mu Hanyan and the others knew from his appearance that he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. Mu Hanyan didn't care to be surprised anymore, and she and Ye Lanxun immediately attacked the Sword Spirit Puppet Zombie on the opposite side.
Without the blessing of the Primordial Contract, the strongest of these Sword Spirit Puppet Zombies was no more than a seventh-level Sword Master. Even if they gave their all, even determined to perish together, how could they possibly withstand the full force of Mu Hanyan and the others' attacks? Figures collapsed to the ground one after another, their hearts and souls shattered and scattered. To avoid future trouble, Mu Hanyan and the others didn't even spare a trace of their souls.
Although they knew that these sword spirit puppets were merely controlled by others and were innocent, they knew that they must not have any hesitation or mercy at this time, otherwise not only would they suffer, but perhaps the entire Holy Court Continent would suffer greatly.
In a matter of moments, hundreds of sword spirit puppets collapsed to the ground, lifeless. Only the last man in black remained standing before the altar, chanting softly. His body had been riddled with holes from the golden beam, and he trembled violently with pain.
He stared at Mu Hanyan with empty, bewildered eyes, and a strange glint flashed in them.
Suddenly, he stopped chanting, turned around and stabbed Mu Hanyan with a sword.
Hua Yue and the others subconsciously stood in front of Mu Hanyan, their expressions solemn. However, they soon realized that their actions were unnecessary. The black-clothed man was no stronger than those sword spirit puppets, and was even weaker. He was only a third-level swordsman, and with such strength, he could not pose any threat to Mu Hanyan.
Before they could make a move, Mu Hanyan took a step forward and stabbed the Hanxiao Sword straight into the opponent's heart.
A surprising scene happened. Facing Mu Hanyan's sword that was piercing his vitals, the man in black did not block or dodge. Instead, he opened his arms and took the initiative to meet it.
"Chi", the Hanxiao sword pierced into the opponent's chest, but stopped when it was only a millimeter away from the heart.
Almost all the Sword Spirit Puppet Zombies had perished, leaving only this last one. Mu Hanyan still had too many questions she couldn't find the answers to. From the strange look in his eyes and his final act of seeking death, it seemed he still had some sense of self-awareness. Mu Hanyan didn't want to kill him so soon.
While retracting the sword's momentum, Mu Hanyan's left hand flew out, controlling several of her vital points and making her unable to move.
With a wave of her hand, Mu Hanyan lifted his veil, revealing a charming face.
"It's you!" Mu Hanyan said coldly. The charming young woman before her was none other than the Fourth Miss Zhao, Zhao Lingxian, with whom she had fought since childhood and whose hatred ran deep.
When she gave orders to those sword spirit puppets before, although her voice was mechanical and hollow, without any emotion, Mu Hanyan still heard a sense of familiarity, and the final result confirmed her guess.
However, at this moment, Zhao Lingxian no longer had the enchanting charm that had captivated everyone before. Her beautiful face was filled with pain and despair.
"Mu Hanyan, kill me, kill me!" Zhao Lingxian looked at Mu Hanyan, who was gasping like a wounded beast, her pretty face distorted in pain, looking extremely hideous.
"Who instructed you to do this?" Mu Hanyan asked coldly.
Judging from the pain on Zhao Lingxian's face at this moment, she was obviously not the real mastermind, the real mastermind was someone else.
In the last battle at Feilai Peak, Zhao Lingxian was seriously injured and almost died under Mu Hanyan's sword, but was finally rescued by Yun Qianmo. In other words, Yun Qianmo should be the real mastermind behind the scenes. However, thinking of the relationship between Ye Lanxuan and Yun Qianmo, Mu Hanyan was very unwilling to accept such an outcome, so she asked this question.
"Didn't you meet him last time at Feilai Peak?" Miss Zhao Si said with a sad face.
"It really is him." Although she had known the result, the final confirmation still made Mu Hanyan feel sad. She subconsciously looked at Ye Lanxun, only to see that he had a calm face and she had no idea what he was thinking.
"Why did he do this?" Ye Lanxuan asked Zhao Lingxian.
"I don't know, I don't know. He is a devil. Please, kill me." Miss Zhao Si trembled and twitched in pain, begging Mu Hanyan bitterly.
Mu Hanyan grasped the Hanxiao Sword, but hesitated to deliver the final, fatal strike. Seeing her childhood enemy reduced to such a state, she felt a faint sadness in her heart. In reality, everything Zhao Lingxian did was for the benefit of the family, much like her, except that her temperament was too extreme, her methods too sinister, and too cruel.
If it weren't for the family, if she hadn't acted so despicable and vicious, perhaps they would have become friends.
"Mu Hanyan, I was wrong before. I have let you down. Please, kill me, kill me. I don't want to be a puppet. I don't want to live like a ghost. Please..." Tears of regret flowed from Zhao Lingxian's eyes.
Mu Hanyan nodded, and the cold sword finally pierced into Zhao Lingxian's heart.
The moment the Hanxiao Sword pierced Zhao Lingxian's chest, Mu Hanyan had noticed that not only was her body riddled with wounds from the golden beam, but her meridians were also riddled with scars, completely different from those of an ordinary person. It was clear that her meridians had been severed one by one, then reconnected and reattached.
It's easy to imagine how much inhuman torture and pain Zhao Lingxian endured during her transformation into a Sword Spirit Puppet. Even after becoming a Sword Spirit Puppet, she still had to endure the same pain every time she used her Qi. After all, a Sword Spirit Puppet was far more powerful than the undead sword slave Zhao Lingxian had originally cultivated, and the price she paid was naturally much greater.
However, the other sword spirit puppets had completely lost their self-identity and could ignore such pain, but Zhao Lingxian still retained some of her self-identity and was in excruciating pain under this torture.
Living soberly is the cruelest thing for her.
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