Chapter 194 The Demon Cult Witch 23

Mu Jianye didn't care what others thought of him, he only cared about how to save his own life.

But things had progressed to this point, and he couldn't just call a halt whenever he wanted.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he couldn't even turn around and run away.

The only choice was to step onto the stage and face Yao Rong's sharp sword.

Mu Jianye wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and slowly stepped across the steps, step by step, clearly stalling for time.

Low hisses came from all around.

Mu Jianye pretended not to hear and dawdled to the center of the stage. As soon as

he drew out his weapon, the person hosting the ring match immediately struck the bronze bell.

In terms of internal strength, Yao Rong was not much better than Mu Jianye, but firstly, Mu Jianye's mind was too complicated, and secondly, Mu Jianye was a little bit timid before the fight, so Mu Jianye was at a disadvantage from the beginning.

After ten moves, Mu Jianye's jade crown was broken, and his gray hair was scattered and stuck to his ears, looking crazy.

After twenty moves, Mu Jianye rolled on the ground several times to avoid Yao Rong's attack, and his clothes were scattered and covered with blood.

After thirty moves, Mu Jianye's knife was hit by Yao Rong, and the recoil force cracked his knuckles.

...

After sixty moves, Mu Jianye was hit by a palm in the chest.

...

Several times, Yao Rong could directly take Mu Jianye's life.

But every time, she would let her sword tip deviate.

Mu Jianye was furious, and he kicked hard, rushing towards Yao Rong. Just as Yao Rong subconsciously dodged to the side, Mu Jianye moved his sleeves, and several dark silver needles flew towards Yao Rong in the shape of a Chinese character "品", blocking Yao Rong's escape routes.

Someone shouted in surprise, "Despicable."

"Master Yao, be careful."

"Master Yao is fighting one against two, allowing Master Mu to wait for the opportunity. Master Mu has already taken advantage, but I didn't expect Master Mu to be even more shameless!"

"Using hidden weapons in a ring match, this is too ungentlemanly!"

Hearing the scolding from the audience, Mu Jianye sneered disdainfully. Martial arts?

Yes, using hidden weapons in a ring match is indeed ungentlemanly, but history is written by the victors, and as long as he is the one who survives in the end, it is enough. Could it be that these martial artists would come to settle accounts with him for a dead person?

Mu Jianye stared at the silver needles with some anticipation, hoping that they could pierce Yao Rong.

There was no need to pierce the vital points, as the poison on the silver needles was a deadly poison that would kill instantly upon contact with blood. It would be enough to just scratch Yao Rong's skin.

But the next moment, the sword in Yao Rong's hand formed a sword flower.

The sword flower spun, just knocking away a few silver needles, and the remaining silver needle was easily avoided by Yao Rong.

"Is this all you have?" Yao Rong asked, and at the same time, he shook hard and blasted towards Mu Jianye.

Mu Jianye's heart fell from heaven to the bottom of the valley, and he even forgot to dodge, and took Yao Rong's attack.

His mentality seemed to collapse as the silver needles missed, and his subsequent attacks became increasingly disorganized.

After hovering on the edge of death several times and losing too much blood, Mu Jianye's spirit finally collapsed: "Yao Rong, what do you want in exchange for my life?"

Yao Rong stepped on Mu Jianye's chest, and the tip of the sword pressed against Mu Jianye's neck. The blood that slid down the tip of the sword merged with the blood that oozed from the neck and spread on the bluestone floor.

"That depends on your sincerity."

Mu Jianye took a few deep breaths and shouted: "The Xuyang Sect has many secrets that only Shen Qinghuai and I know. Now that Shen Qinghuai is dead, I am the only one in the world who knows. As long as you let me go, I will tell you all these secrets. I can guarantee that they are priceless. As long as you have them, you will dominate the martial arts world in no time."

The fourth and seventh elders were so angry that their eyes were about to burst.

Many people below were moved by what Mu Jianye said.

Yao Rong asked, "That's it?"

"Isn't that enough? Yao Rong, don't go too far."

Yao Rong said, "I don't need these secrets, I have already dominated the martial arts world. Moreover, if there really is such a secret, with your greed, you will definitely use it on yourself."

Mu Jianye's body became colder and colder due to excessive blood loss. He said in horror, "Okay, I swear in the name of the head of the Xuyang Sect that from now on, the Xuyang Sect will submit to the Juexian Pavilion."

The booing below became louder and louder.

"Don't you realize your mistake yet? Xuyang Sect is already in my pocket, whether you give it to me or not, it's mine. What I need is your apology, and your admission of your mistakes in front of everyone."

Mu Jianye was stunned, looked at Yao Rong, then turned his head and looked at the angry Fourth Elder and Seventh Elder in the crowd, and finally looked at A Xi sitting on the high platform, and his drowsy mind finally recovered a little clarity.

Back then, he was the high and mighty leader of the Xuyang Sect, who could easily tamper with a person's life trajectory and tame a person's thoughts and cognition.

Now, he was lying in a pool of blood like a dog, and the weak girl whose fate he controlled became the one who determined his life and death.

"..."

Mu Jianye slowly opened his mouth.

Everyone who had booed in the audience shut up silently, and fixed their eyes on Mu Jianye, waiting for him to speak.

Time passed by in seconds, and the scene suddenly became tense.

Mu Jianye suddenly chuckled: "Even if I apologized, you would definitely not spare my life. So why should I apologize?"

"I still think that taking your daughter to the Xuyang Sect to tame her was the best move I ever made. What a pity... What a pity that you discovered it in advance..."

Yao Rong stepped hard.

Mu Jianye spat out a few mouthfuls of blood.

The blood slid down his facial features, blurring his vision.

Ah Xi, who was sitting on the high platform, suddenly walked into the ring.

Chen Nan, Wen Wu and others didn't understand what was going on, and followed suit.

"Mom, there are always some people who are stubborn and unwilling to apologize to those they see as weak, no matter how greedy and afraid they are of death."

Ah Xi walked to Yao Rong and pulled out the dagger from her waist.

She doesn't know martial arts, but as a woman of the underworld, she always carries a dagger with her in case of emergency.

The dagger in her hand was specially made for her by Yao Rong. It is gorgeous and practical.

"I don't need Mu Jianye's apology. The mistakes he made and the damage he caused cannot be compensated by a few casual apologies before his death. What I need is revenge."

"You have done enough. Let me do the last step."

Yao Rong looked at Ah Xi's calm eyebrows and nodded gently.

Mu Jianye's pupils suddenly widened. Just as he was about to say something, the dagger that could cut iron like mud had completely sunk into his stomach.

He did not die at the hands of Yao Rong, but died at the hands of the weakling he looked down upon.

Ah Xi thrust the knife in and then pulled it out, blood spurting out from the wound, staining her fingers holding the knife red.

She was a doctor, and had saved many people.

This was her first time killing someone.

But her hands, her breathing, her heartbeat were all very steady, almost without fluctuations.

Yao Rong put away the long sword and pulled Ah Xi up from the ground with his own hand, which was also stained with blood but warm: "Are you afraid?"

Ah Xi shook his head, his voice a little hoarse: "No, Mu Jianye deserves to die."

Yao Rong turned up the innermost cuff and helped Ah Xi wipe his fingers: "Does it hurt?"

Ah Xi showed a brilliant smile on her face. She nodded vigorously, and her voice returned to its usual crisp and pleasant voice: "It hurts!"

After the blood has coagulated, it cannot be wiped off simply by wiping. Yao Rong wiped it for a long time, then turned his head to look at Chen Nan who was standing not far away: "Take Ah Xi downstairs to wash up first."

Chen Nan immediately said: "Yes."

Ah Xi followed Chen Nan and left, and before leaving, she did not forget to pick up her dagger.

As soon as they reached the edge of the ring, the insignificant Fourth Elder and Seventh Elder suddenly jumped up at the same time as if they had agreed to do so, and attacked Ah Xi from the left and right, trying to hold her.

However, before they could touch the corner of Ah Xi's clothes, Chen Nan had already protected Ah Xi behind him, and the well-prepared Left Guardian and Wen Wu fought with them.

"Humph, I knew you wouldn't give up so easily." The Left Guardian sneered.

Wen Wu said, "You are stubborn."

Yao Rong ignored the fight, she bent down and took out the Xuyang Sect Leader's Order from Mu Jianye's arms, and then walked to Shen Qinghuai's body and took out the Xuyang Sect's ancestor's order.

She raised two tokens at the same time and said in a deep voice: "The tokens have changed hands. From now on, Xuyang Sect no longer exists."

As soon as she finished speaking, the fourth and seventh elders died one after another.

All the senior leaders of Xuyang Sect were executed, and the remaining disciples also surrendered.

Just when everyone thought that the sword discussion conference was about to end, Yao Rong said: "It took a long time to collect tickets. Everyone has been waiting for a long time. We will officially start the sword discussion conference in a quarter of an hour."

Hmm?

Everyone didn't know what Yao Rong was up to. The two fights just now were not sword discussion conferences, but just appetizers?

After waiting for the people from Juexian Pavilion to move the bodies and clean up the bloodstains, a quarter of an hour had passed.

Yao Rong appeared on the stage again and said straight to the point: "Sixty or seventy years ago, Shen Qinghuai of the Xuyang Sect founded the Xuyang Sect and defined Juexian Pavilion as a demon cult. Since then, the term "demon cult" has been firmly attached to Juexian Pavilion."

"Now, the Xuyang Sect has been destroyed by Juexian Pavilion, and it's time to change the rules of the martial arts world."

Someone couldn't wait and asked: "Master Yao, how do you plan to change the rules of the martial arts world?"

Yao Rong said directly: "Juexian Pavilion must remove the title of the demon cult."

Juexian Pavilion is powerful, and it will never work to call Juexian Pavilion a demon cult and create opposition between the righteous and the evil.

Everyone was not surprised by Yao Rong's request, but: "In the past few decades, Juexian Pavilion has had blood feuds with many sects. Do you want us to let go of this blood feud?"

"Yes, my junior sister died in the operation to encircle and suppress Juexian Pavilion. I have been practicing martial arts hard these years just to avenge my junior sister."

"Su Jiayu killed my wife and children, but was accepted by Juexian Pavilion. Do you think I will let go of the hatred of my wife and children's tragic death with just a few casual words?"

Once the hatred begins, it is destined not to end easily.

What's more, prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain.

With Yao Rong's current status, if she says Juexian Pavilion is not a demon sect, not many people dare to disobey her and call Juexian Pavilion a demon sect. But doing so can only shut people up, it can't change their minds.

This is not the effect Yao Rong wants.

"I said before that everyone who has a grudge against Xuyang Sect or Juexian Pavilion should come to participate in the sword discussion conference. Now the number of people should be almost the same."

Yao Rong motioned for everyone to be quiet. She pointed at the middle-aged man in the crowd who said "his junior sister died in the encirclement and suppression" and said calmly: "Do you still remember who killed your junior sister?"

The middle-aged man was shocked: "It was Xue Pingfei from Juexian Pavilion's Pili Hall. He is the only one in your Juexian Pavilion who uses a folding fan as a weapon. I will definitely not remember it wrong."

Yao Rong looked in the direction of Juexian Pavilion's Pili Hall.

A thin man with elegant features stepped out holding a folding fan and said, "Master, I am Xue Pingfei." The

middle-aged man's eyes were blazing

with anger: "Xue Pingfei!" Yao Rong asked the middle-aged man what his name was, and he said, "Xie Anzhi from the Lihuo Sect."

Yao Rong nodded and asked Xue Pingfei, "Do you remember what Xie Anzhi said?"

Xue Pingfei nodded and shook his head, "In the encirclement and suppression campaign that year, I killed four people in total. Xie Anzhi's junior sister should be one of them."

Yao Rong asked again, "Do you think so? " Xie Anzhi's statement? "

Xue Pingfei said lightly: "Xie Anzhi's revenge for his junior sister is understandable. But in the siege that year, the number of people who died in Juexian Pavilion was far more than that in Lihuo Sect. I have two senior brothers and sisters, and three junior brothers and sisters who died to protect the sect."

At this point, Xue Pingfei turned his head and looked directly at Xie Anzhi: "I said this not to excuse myself, but just to tell you that if your fellow disciples didn't die, it might be my fellow disciples who died, or even me. "

Xie Anzhi's expression froze.

It's not that he didn't know this truth, but he and his junior sister had a deep relationship. If there hadn't been that siege, he and his junior sister would have been married long ago.

So for all these years, he couldn't let himself go and had to carry this hatred with him.

Yao Rong did not argue about right or wrong. There was no right or wrong in such grudges: "Xie Zhian, I will give you a chance now. You can have a fair duel with Xue Pingfei. Life or death will be decided by fate."

"If you die at the hands of Xue Pingfei, it means that you are not as skilled as him, and your fellow disciples cannot avenge you."

"If you kill Xue Pingfei, Juexian Pavilion will not avenge Xue Pingfei. From now on, you should let go of your hatred for Juexian Pavilion."

"What do you think?"

Xie Zhian frowned and said hesitantly, "Are you serious?"

Yao Rong looked around at everyone and said, "Over the years, many people from various sects have died at the hands of Juexian Pavilion, and many people from Juexian Pavilion have also died at the hands of various sects. This method is not the best, but it is the best I can do."

"This sword-fighting competition is not for fighting, but for settling hatred."

"I'll give you two sticks of incense to consider. If you agree, then follow this rule."

Everyone was talking to each other, discussing the pros and cons of this plan.

As Yao Rong said, this plan still has many problems, but the grudges in the martial arts world are not so easy to settle. Everyone has a few blood debts.

With the current situation of Juexian Pavilion, being willing to do this is already a great respect for the martial arts world.

So in less than an incense stick of time, Xie Zhian jumped onto the ring and challenged Xue Pingfei to a duel.

After dozens of moves, Xue Pingfei narrowly won.

Surprisingly, he did not take Xie Zhian's life. After defeating Xie Zhian, he quietly jumped off the stage.

Xie Zhian looked surprised: "You won't kill me?"

Xue Pingfei stopped and turned half of his body to say: "The master held this sword-fighting competition to settle the grudge. The hatred between you and me is not to the point of death. Killing you is just starting a new grudge. Life is so short, there is no need to waste it on hating someone."

Xie Zhian was stunned, with a look of crying and laughing on his face.

The second person to come on stage was the man whose wife and children were killed: "Su Jiayu, come up and die! Do you think you can stay safe if you hide in the sect? God is watching over you!"

Su Jiayu was no match for this man. Even when he was called, he did not dare to come on stage, and even knelt down to beg Yao Rong for protection.

Yao Rong did not even look at him.

The left protector picked up Su Jiayu and threw him onto the stage, forcing Su Jiayu to fight.

After dozens of moves, Su Jiayu was defeated and died.

The man stood beside Su Jiayu's body, looking up at the sky and laughing, tears streaming down his face: "It's been six years, six whole years, I finally avenged my wife and children, I can finally comfort their souls in heaven!"

After a long while, the man breathed a sigh of relief and clasped his fists towards Yao Rong: "I used to hate Su Jiayu and Juexian Pavilion, but today Master Yao's actions have changed my mind. You are an open-minded person."

Yao Rong returned the greeting.

After the two of them, more and more people came on stage.

Even the disciples of Juexian Pavilion took the initiative to jump onto the stage and asked to fight against the famous and upright people.

Some people succeeded in revenge, some failed, and some, like Xue Pingfei, defeated their opponents without hurting their lives.

A small arena has become a microcosm of the entire martial arts world.

It is full of loyalty, revenge, swordplay, and swordplay.