Indeed, they were lucky; Ye Li's projection, known as the Sword Demon, did not appear.
Bai Yi, still in the state of being possessed by Ye Li's heroic spirit, is watching from here.
"Was it already over when I arrived? What a bunch of people born out of wedlock. There are always people like this in every era."
The resentment had begun to gather, intense and frenzied; they wanted blood for blood.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth—the most primitive, yet most direct, form of revenge.
He held the scabbard in his left hand, but did not draw the sword.
"It's always the most satisfying to take revenge yourself, isn't it?"
He looked at a certain room, where the resentment was converging in that direction. The Taiping Dao he established, now the Qisha Dao, was also resonating there.
"Witnessing the inheritance of my lineage is the worst thing for me. I would rather there be no Seven Kill disciples in the world..."
I was just thinking of checking on Tianxuan's situation when he saw this.
"Back then, didn't we already purge all the biggest sects from these schools? How come we've allowed this kind of person to rise again?"
In Ye Li's memory, the vast fields, golden statues, and dazzling jewels were so impressive that even Ye Li, who had become the emperor, exclaimed that his eyes had been opened.
Then, they cut down mountains and destroyed temples, investing the funds in water conservancy projects.
Those people? They felt the glory of Ye Li as emperor and volunteered to work in the mines and dig irrigation ditches until their deaths.
If you don't believe me, ask them if it was voluntary.
"As for sects, the fact that they're still alive is the greatest favor I can do for them."
Anyway, he's already back. Once things are settled here, he'll personally handle the sect's situation.
Inside the house that the swordsmen hadn't noticed, but Bai Yi had, a transformation was taking place.
"Why are you killing us? What did we do wrong...?"
Zhao Li was just an ordinary farmer's son who had read some books, but lacked the ability to take the exam.
Before today, he thought his life would consist of farming, supporting his family, getting married, having children, living a simple and peaceful life, and dying peacefully.
But today, everything has changed. Those black-clad swordsmen who came here a few days ago and left have returned.
They returned armed, with malice, and with the intention of killing the villagers.
Many people tried to resist, but on one side were just ordinary villagers, and the only cultivators were the village chief and two or three who had practiced martial arts, which was far inferior to the orthodox cultivators.
The farm tools in his hands were no match for the hundred-times-forged steel sword.
Zhao Li's parents realized the problem and hid their child in a pickle jar in the cellar of their home.
The father was killed outside the cellar, and the mother was killed inside the cellar.
Because they had already killed someone in the cellar, the swordsmen assumed that no one else was hiding.
The smell of the pickled vegetable jar was too strong, so they just stabbed it twice and left.
Zhao Li was lucky; the sword did not pierce his body.
Now, as the last survivor of Zhao Family Village, he only feels hatred for these swordsmen.
"I'll kill you all, I'll definitely kill you all..."
The Seven Killings Dao resonated with him, and at the same time, the resentment of the dead in the village also flowed into his body along with this emotion.
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