The man, whom the other disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect called Senior Brother, was now so weak in the knees that he could not stand up.
He had already recognized that the being in front of him was, without a doubt, the Sword Demon.
Although I don't know why he was wearing white clothes instead of blood-stained ones, his expression was so calm, without any madness.
"Damn it, did I not check the almanac before I went out today? Why am I so unlucky?"
First, one fish slipped through the net by accident and became a disciple of the Seven Killers. Now, the Sword Demon has also appeared.
"Seriously? We only killed people from one village. What have I done to deserve being entertained by two such beings at the same time?"
"I think you've got something wrong. I'm not the Sword Demon you think I am."
Bai Yi's words and calm expression made this senior brother feel that he might still have a chance.
Zhao Li, on the other side, smiled without saying a word. He had already understood what was going on. Making this villain completely desperate was not bad.
"Great hero, then who are you...?"
"You can call me Ye Li. Yes, it's not a coincidence of names, it's me."
Through the summoning ritual of heroic spirits on Earth, I have returned. The sword demon you speak of is nothing but a projection left behind by my past..."
With the most indifferent tone, he uttered the most despairing words to his senior brother, shattering the last glimmer of hope he had seen.
His anxiety finally subsided.
"Tick-tock..."
A drop of water appeared on the ground around the eldest brother.
"How is that possible? Am I sweating? I'm already drenched in sweat in front of something like that!"
It wasn't raining, but my pants were wet... Turns out I peed myself from fright. I knew it! How could I possibly sweat?
His mental state has completely collapsed, and he is now in a state of utter despair.
How did he manage to have such incredible luck, just happen to run into such a top-tier nemesis?
He knew the story of Tianxuan Taizu Ye Li very well. After the founding of the country, the first thing he did was to purge the powerful families, and the second thing he did was to deal with these sects.
There was no such thing as the "Sixty Years of Demon Slaying," because even if they all joined together and attacked at once, they wouldn't be able to survive before Ye Li's stamina was exhausted.
Those disciples of major sects, even when they were naughty as children and were scolded by their elders, were told, "If you don't listen, the Heavenly Profound Ancestor Ye Li will come to kill you."
"I didn't expect this person to actually show up. I shouldn't have taken this job."
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Bai Yi felt that this senior brother was quite lucky.
He had just arrived when he encountered them having wiped out the entire sect. The Heavenly Sword Sect had thus become his first client upon his return.
That's fate.
"Come on, young man, your enemy, you have finished your final strike."
"Thank you, Master, for stopping this person."
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhao Li swung his sword, and his senior brother's head fell to the ground, ending his sinful life.
The culprit who destroyed their village died here last, his blood constantly staining the ground beneath his feet.
Looking at the head that hadn't closed its eyes, it then glanced back at its village.
Zhao Li hadn't expected that the Heavenly Sword Sect swordsmen, who had previously taken lives and committed all sorts of evil deeds, were actually so fragile.
"Hmph... Is this what revenge feels like? There's absolutely no joy in it, I feel like it's not enough."
If he were to close his eyes now, all he could see were the corpses scattered on the ground, and all he could hear were the cries of resentment.
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