Then, the energy sword, which was originally incredibly sharp and flashing with dazzling blue light, underwent an astonishing change in an instant.
It seemed to come alive, twisting and deforming dynamically, gradually transforming into a scripture radiating a mysterious blue light.
This scripture shone with a deep blue light, and seemed to be engraved with ancient and profound runes and patterns, exuding a chilling aura.
Immediately afterwards, the blue scripture, with lightning speed, shot straight toward Yuan Zhexian's brow.
In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into it without a trace.
Seeing this bizarre scene, Yuan Zhexian couldn't help but feel miserable. At this moment, he really wanted to shout, "I don't think I've agreed to your request yet!"
However, things have come to this point; that person has already passed away, and he has inadvertently taken on all the consequences.
Thinking of this, Yuan Zhexian could only shake his head helplessly, then his figure flashed and he instantly disappeared from the spot.
Not long after, Yuan Zhexian returned to the village.
However, the sight that greeted him when he stepped into the village took him by surprise.
At this moment, in the village, whether it was an elderly person with white hair, a strong young person, or an innocent child, everyone was kneeling on the ground in neat rows.
Their faces were filled with terror, their bodies trembled slightly, and their eyes were filled with despair and helplessness.
On the ground in front of the crowd lay a dozen or so strong men, their fates unknown.
These people were covered in wounds of all sizes, and their blood stained the surrounding ground, making it a gruesome sight.
Upon closer inspection, Yuan Zhexian was astonished to discover that one of them was the middle-aged man who had previously vowed to marry his daughter to him.
Not only that, the young children were terrified, huddling together tightly, trembling all over.
But Tiger, despite his young age, showed extraordinary courage.
He stood firmly in front of the old village chief with his thin body, his young face flushed red with anger.
He glared at the group of uninvited guests, his eyes wide, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "What do you bad people want? Why are you hurting the people in our village?"
Upon hearing Hu Zi's question, a middle-aged man wearing a beast-patterned robe and with a hideous scar on his face, who was standing at the front of the group of uninvited guests, slowly raised his head.
He glanced coldly at Hu Zi, a disdainful smile playing on his lips. Then, he shouldered the gleaming broadsword in his hand and said in a sarcastic tone, "Oh ho, I didn't expect this little guy to be so clever!"
"Guards! Seize this brat and present him to the master later!"
At his command, several burly, menacing-looking men hurriedly nodded and replied, "Yes, sir!"
As they spoke, they rubbed their hands together, ready to pounce on Tiger.
However, at this critical moment, with a "whoosh," Yuan Zhexian, like a ghost, suddenly flashed and stood steadily in front of Hu Zi in the blink of an eye.
As soon as Hu Zi saw Yuan Zhe Xian appear like a god descending from the heavens, he immediately shouted at the top of his lungs, "Big brother, run! These are all vicious villains! The uncles in the village were all badly injured by them while trying to protect us!"
Hearing Hu Zi's words, Yuan Zhexian slowly turned around, a warm and gentle smile blooming on his face. He softly comforted Hu Zi, saying, "Don't be afraid, Hu Zi. Let your big brother teach these villains a lesson for you."
At the same time, the man carrying a gleaming broadsword and with a hideous scar on his face widened his eyes upon seeing this and roared angrily, "You ignorant brat, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business! Otherwise, today will be your death day!"
Despite the scarred man's threats and intimidation, Yuan Zhexian remained silent as if she hadn't heard a thing.
Then, without any haste, he stretched out a finger and gently pointed it towards the ground.
In an instant, a breathtaking scene unfolded—a dazzling light suddenly burst forth from the ground behind the scarred man.
As the light gradually faded, everyone was astonished to find that the twenty-odd people who had been standing there had vanished without a trace in an instant.
As if they had never been there at all, there wasn't even a trace of a fight left on the ground.
"; Immortal... an immortal?"
The man with a muscular face and a hideous scar on his forehead was stunned by the sight before him. His legs went weak, and he stumbled and fell heavily to the ground.
His body trembled violently and uncontrollably, as if he had seen the most terrifying being in the world.
Just then, Yuan Zhexian slowly spoke, his voice as cold as frost: "Let me ask you, to whom did you offer up the innocent children of the village?"
Upon hearing this, the scarred man turned deathly pale, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. Without the slightest hesitation, he began kowtowing repeatedly, his voice trembling as he begged for mercy, "Immortal...Immortal, spare my life! I deserve to die!"
"But those children, it was truly not my intention to harm them! We were merely following orders, please, Immortal, have mercy!"
Yuan Zhexian's gaze was icy as he stared intently at the scarred man who kept kowtowing, and pressed him again, "Speak! Who exactly ordered you to do this?"
The scarred man answered tremblingly, "Replying to the Immortal, those children... we offered them to the Blood Nether Sect."
"These are all orders from above, and we dare not disobey them!"
"Please, sir, have mercy and spare my worthless life!"
As he spoke, he began to kowtow frantically again, his head hitting the ground with a "thump, thump, thump" sound.
Yuan Zhexian narrowed his eyes slightly and continued to ask, "Where is the Blood Nether Sect?"
The scarred man quickly pointed southeast and stammered, "It's...it's a thousand miles to the southeast."
"There is a gloomy valley there, where the Blood Nether Sect is entrenched."
As soon as the scarred man finished speaking, Yuan Zhexian snorted coldly, his face darkening.
Suddenly, an invisible force erupted from his body and swept straight towards the scarred man.
In an instant, the scarred man's body seemed to be caught in a violent storm, twisting and deforming involuntarily.
Immediately afterwards, his body began to gradually fade away at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually turning into specks of dust and dissipating into the air.
After dealing with the scarred man, Yuan Zhexian lightly waved his sleeve.
The villagers, who were either lying on the ground covered in wounds or kneeling in terror begging for mercy, suddenly had their wounds healed rapidly, returning to normal in the blink of an eye, as if they had never been injured at all.
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