It was said that he was trying to retrieve the sacred artifact of the Witch Clan, but Aiza clearly had his own motives. He sacrificed the lives of an entire city and his elite tribesmen, only to gain his own cultivation in return.
No matter how noble she tries to portray herself, she cannot hide the true face of the ultimate beneficiaries.
Absolutely unforgivable!
The old man closed his eyes, his face filled with sorrow. It seemed that he had come to understand some things by now.
Shi Xuan mocked, "What a pity. Despite all your scheming and plotting, you only managed to become a minor Nascent Soul cultivator. A drop of divine blood is nothing more than that."
As she spoke, she looked at Lu Shenzhi and continued, "Others have had their divine blood taken by you, yet they still manage to become gods and their combat power is even greater than yours. What difference does it make whether you take their divine blood or not!"
Shi Xuan did it on purpose. Clearly, what she cared about was her own cultivation level, which is why she was willing to pay such a high price to obtain that drop of divine blood.
Shi Xuan was determined to let her know that all her elaborate schemes and antics had been completely pointless.
Even though others don't have divine blood and have been in a coma for over ten years, they still have higher cultivation and stronger combat power than her!
"Some dull-witted people, even if they have good things, will just waste them, and in the end, all their scheming will be for nothing!"
Aiza's eyes were practically bleeding as she looked at Shi Xuan. For decades, she had been a powerful and influential figure in her tribe, far ahead of everyone else, and was revered by all. No one would ever mock her with such contempt.
Everyone knows that she is the most outstanding saintess of the witch clan, with the highest talent, whether in witchcraft or cultivation.
But facing these three people, Aiza looked like a frog in a well, completely ignorant of the world.
After Shi Xuan finished speaking, Aiza was overcome with anger and spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked even more dejected than when he had been knocked down earlier.
"I regret it...I regret it..."
She kept repeating words of regret, and as for what she regretted, she had already said it earlier.
Ultimately, I still feel that if Lu Shenzhi had been killed, none of this would have happened.
In the beginning, she made a mistake because she had feelings for Lu Shenzhi, which is why she didn't take action. She thought that even if she didn't, she would still take Lu Shenzhi's heart's blood, and he would be cursed and become a living dead, and then he would die on his own.
But to everyone's surprise, Lu Shenzhi survived the curse and even came to seek revenge on the Witch Clan!
Seeing her like this, Shi Xuan added fuel to the fire by saying to Lu Shenzhi, "Hey, senior brother, look at you! Before we came here, I asked you what the witch's name was, and you told me she was called Zha Zha. She's not called Zha Zha, she's called Aiza!"
This is truly killing someone by destroying their spirit.
Lu Shenzhi, whom she once had feelings for, ultimately didn't even remember her name. How ironic!
At this point, Aiza coughed up another mouthful of blood. Unable to withstand the onslaught of the void winds and Shi Xuan's language any longer, she fainted under the dual pressure on her body and mind.
Shi Xuan didn't stand on ceremony with her and directly pierced her dantian with his sword. At the same time, he summoned Red Hair and fed the person to Red Hair.
After Hongmao ate the person, Shi Xuan remembered and turned to Lu Shenzhi, saying, "Senior Brother, do you still want that drop of divine blood? I'll have Hongmao leave it for you."
“No,” Lu Shenzhi answered without hesitation, even with a hint of disdain. “Ask the second brother if he wants it, and give it to him if he does.”
Shi Xuan certainly wouldn't need such a thing, but Lu Shenzhi thought that if Lu Wenxing could use it, giving it to him would be a way to make use of waste.
Lu Wenxing quickly waved his hand, "No, no, I don't have that. I can cultivate just as fast."
Shi Xuan shrugged and said, "Then it's a good deal for Red Hair, let's give it to him."
The old man on the ground went from shock to disbelief, and then shook his head and sighed.
It turns out that the divine blood they regarded as a treasure and were willing to do anything to retrieve was, in the eyes of others, just a useless thing, only fit for spirit pets to use!
So why were they so determined to give up everything to get back that drop of divine blood?
He suddenly felt lost. What was the point of them paying such a huge price?
Could it be that... just as Shi Xuan said, Aiza caused the current situation because she wanted to satisfy her own desires?
If that's really the case, then are they just tools for her to achieve her own goals?
They... they're just too...
The old man sighed. At that moment, he suddenly understood why his predecessors were so strict in choosing each Holy Son and Holy Daughter and had established so many rules. They probably knew that encountering an unreliable leader could very likely lead the entire Witch Clan to destruction.
Right before our eyes is a bloody, living example.
After Hongmao swallowed Aiza, Shixuan did not exterminate the Wu tribe, but she destroyed all of the Wu tribe's totems, buildings, and altars.
Having such a belief makes no difference whatsoever.
In just a few breaths, the entire territory of the Wu tribe had been razed to the ground.
Shi Xuan said to the old man lying on the ground, "You had better regulate the behavior of your clansmen. If any of them go out and cause harm to others, then this witch clan has no reason to exist."
The old man nodded solemnly.
Looking at this devastated homeland, some of the bitterness can only be swallowed by oneself.
He hadn't expected that under such circumstances, Lu Shenzhi and his group would spare his people and only kill Aiza.
This is the best possible outcome for them.
Their witch clan had an ancient sacred precept that they should not leave their ancestral land without permission, nor use witchcraft to commit murder outside. They violated this sacred precept, which is why they brought about their own demise.
Looking back now, what does divine blood even matter? What sacred object could compare to bringing peace and safety to the Wu tribe?
The saintess... ultimately chose the wrong person.
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