The area behind him was left for the junior disciples who had faced countless life-and-death dangers within the Wandao Immortal Alliance.
As he looked at the familiar sword patterns engraved between the blades, the pain in Sima Yan’s eyes deepened, his brows tightly knitted, as if he couldn’t accept this reality no matter what.
Imdiately, the hand holding the sword hilt suddenly twisted with fierce Spiritual Power, shattering the thin contract paper into pieces!
The Crown Prince personally sealed the contract, leaving no trace possible for anyone in the Central Netherworld, including the Six Yin Kings.
But unlike the outsiders who traveled with him, they weren’t bound by the rules of the Crown Prince of the Central Netherworld; destroying it with one sword, was all too easy.
Yet Sima Yan could not believe until his death that soone from behind truly dared to do this!
In the final monts of life and death, he suddenly realized who had just commanded to kill him.
It was the envoy from the Nine Nethers, the one who destroyed the Wandao Immortal Alliance’s treasured six Spirit Roots!
The sword that pierced through the contract paper in his chest quickly and forcefully withdrew like a Poison Dragon, spraying blood like mist from the sword’s mouth.
Sima Yan emitted a painful low moan from his throat, clutching the wound gushing with blood, and fell.
For cultivators at the Tribulation Realm, a single sword wound wasn’t considered a fatal injury.
But his complete lack of defense for his junior disciples behind him couldn’t account for such a treacherous and vicious sword from behind.
The sword seed to be simply thrust out, but its Spiritual Power was released without restraint, shattering his ridians.
The Spirit Root within his heart throbbed painfully as if it could shatter and crack at any mont.
Sima Yan’s eyes turned crimson from the splattered blood, resembling a wronged ghost just plucked from the Blood Pool.
His pupils trembled, he arduously turned his neck to look at the youth standing with a sword behind him, facing the wind.
His face was full of shock and confusion, trembling lips uttered the na:
"Zonghan, junior disciple?!"
The remaining disciples of the Wandao Immortal Alliance were also shocked, though Zonghan hadn’t been in the Wandao Immortal Alliance for long.
With humble origins and not valued by the clans, he was introduced by Sima Yan three years ago to the Wandao Immortal Alliance, receiving personal teaching from the Alliance Hierarch, with his cultivation soaring like the sun in recent years, gaining his current status and reputation.
It could be said that Sima Yan held the weighty gratitude of recognizing him!
But who could have imagined that at the critical mont, he could rcilessly thrust out such a deadly sword.
Anyone could see that the sword he just thrust did not show any leniency.
Ching! Ching! Ching! Ching!!!
Countless Cold Swords furiously unsheathed, full of shock and awe, surrounding Zonghan’s body from all directions.
A disciple of the Wandao Immortal Alliance angrily questioned: "Zonghan! What do you an by this! How dare you assassinate Brother Sima!"
"To kill your comrades, your sin deserves death ten thousand tis!"
"Capture him! Submit him to the Alliance Hierarch, await judgnt!"
"Damn it! He wounded Brother Sima and destroyed the contract paper!"
Shen Tu and Qiao Yu and the others were stupefied, never expecting such a sudden mutation.
For no apparent reason, the Wandao Immortal Alliance had internal strife itself.
Zonghan, aid by nurous Sword Fingers and faced with a murderous aura, did not divert his gaze, shook off the Blood Pearl from the sword, and the sword tip again glimred like a bright mirror.
He sheathed his sword and bowed deeply to Baili An, respectfully saying: "Master, mission accomplished!"
"You!!!!" The disciples of the Immortal Sect were shocked, Wandao Immortal Alliance’s unaffiliated cultivator, actually calls the envoy of the Nine Nethers, Master?!
The disciples treating Sima Yan’s injuries were using elixirs and spiritual dispersions as if without cost, yet could not preserve life.
The disciple’s face turned ugly, uncovering Sima Yan’s clothes, they saw that the fresh red wound on his chest emitted not only Spiritual Power but also unusually dense demon energy, which had even congealed into dark red Demon Marks between his chest skin.
The young disciple’s mind bood, instantly losing the ability to think, face pale, stamring: "It-it-it’s demonic...Brother Zonghan is the Demon! He is actually a Demon!"
Sima Yan’s face was pale, glaring fiercely at Baili An, and said bitterly, "Such a vicious mind, our Wandao Immortal Alliance will not easily let the Central Netherworld go!"
"The You Dynasty was the first to break its promise and then commit murder. We, who walk this path, must announce the misdeeds of the Central Netherworld to the world and gather the forces of the immortals to rid the Mortal World of this malignant tumor!"
The disciples of the Wandao Immortal Sect were invigorated, their anger apparent, each one gritting their teeth, eager to eliminate the demons and avenge their fellow brothers with their swords!
Baili An’s green lamp flickered in his hand, his expression calm, his inner thoughts as if undisturbed, and he said lightly, "Why shout? The one who drew the sword to harm, the one who destroyed the contract paper, was not from the Central Netherworld."
The officials of the You Dynasty in the National Governance Hall reacted imdiately with astuteness, sneering as they spoke:
"Ridiculous, the one who killed your brother wore the attire of the Wandao Immortal Alliance, and wielded the Dao Sword of your sect. Even if you leave the Central Netherworld, examine the corpse or investigate the injuries, there’s no reason to trace it back to us."
It was truly satisfying to see these detestable human cultivators boast and shout in arrogance, with the contract paper destroyed, their sinister plot foiled!
Upon hearing these words, Sima Yan was briefly left without words, his face turning an awkward shade.
What do you an by examining the corpse or investigating the injuries? Although he was grievously injured, don’t make it sound so frightening, he’s not dead yet.
Exhausted, he weakly waved his hand, saying with fatigue, "First, capture Zhong Han. Seeing him address that lad from the Nine Nethers as master, we must properly welco our junior brother Zhong Han.
I refuse to believe that, with the instrunts of punishnt from the Wandao Immortal Alliance applied systematically on him, we can’t find anything out? Collaborating with the Demon Clan, that is no minor accusation."
The contract paper was destroyed, and today, getting hold of the Thirteen Cities of the Central Netherworld was impossible, though it was heartbreaking and they were unwilling to give up.
But with empty hands, continuing to stalemate here would only be a waste of ti and energy.
The sect forces of the various Immortal Sects realized today was a fruitless trip, having not gained any benefit yet managing to stir up trouble.
The Central Netherworld people hold grudges the most. After today, future training and experience outside would be accompanied by the Central Netherworld’s revenge and resentnt.
Unwilling to linger further, they each began to put away their weapons, preparing to leave.
This troubleso issue was finally resolved, and Qiao Yu was about to breathe a sigh of relief.
At this mont, Baili An chuckled softly, interrupting the people’s thoughts of leaving, and leisurely said, "Do you take the You Dynasty to be a public inn? Co as you wish, leave as you please? Isn’t that a bit naive."
That light statent sent a chill through the hearts of those preparing to leave.
Imdiately, soone angrily shouted in frustration, "What! Does the Central Netherworld intend to eliminate people to cover up?"
Baili An did not answer but smiled, his slender fingers tapping on the surface of the green lamp, striking out a sound as if from jade and gold layers.
"Today, you will not leave this National Governance Hall."
In an instant, the sky and earth were filled, blood light suddenly appeared.
While dozens of sharp Dao Swords pressed and targeted Zhong Han, he smiled placidly, his robe fiercely fluttering, the pure Spiritual Energy within him swept away, replaced by an unimaginable, terrifying flood of demon energy.
A pitch-black scorpion tail extended from behind him, raised high by the chilling wind like a blade, its tail vibrating at a high frequency, its long needle a needle-shaped longsword of a deep red, suddenly departing the tail.
With the surge of demonic power, how could the cultivators from the Wandao Immortal Alliance, who had gained Tribulation Realm strength through Blood Burning and soul sacrifice, contend? The scorpion tail sword, controlled by his mind, buzzed out rapidly, intending to take the lives of two.
The heads rolled to the ground.
And at the mont Zhong Han’s demon transformation and sword were unleashed, as if triggering so signal, half of the swords on his body withdrew instantly, their sword tips reversing to point at the disciples of the Immortal Alliance.
Thud thud thud!!!
Another incredibly long and fantastic mont!
The Tribulation Realm disciples of the Immortal Alliance, unaware, just like Sima Yan earlier, had no reaction, a thin line of blood appearing across their necks.
Each of them covered their blood-spraying necks, looking incredulously as their fellow disciples collapsed on the ground, bodies convulsing one after another.
The wound under their hands, the bright red demon power ravaged down their skin and veins, their bodies numb and paralyzed, unable to move.
And on the faces of the Immortal Alliance disciples who stood there, swords stained with their fellow’s blood and brimming with killing intent, erged one after another with demon marks.
Suddenly, the demonic power surged skyward, nearly tearing off the hall’s roof.
The nearby cultivators from the Immortal Sect almost couldn’t stabilize their footing, overwheld by the overwhelming demonic aura. Their faces were aghast, shouting uncontrollably, "How could there be so many demons? How could there be so many demons in the Wandao Immortal Alliance?!"
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