"I knew it..."
"That old guy Zhao Chunyang... has been biased from start to finish..."
Zhou Zhiren was nailed to the mountain wall, looking at his junior brother, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing, tears streaming from his eyes, his purple robe trembling, as copious blood flowed down the flying sword, creating one crater after another on the ground. The Primordial Fire on his body was still burning, yet to be extinguished, and showed signs of growing more intense.
Xie Xuanyi just silently watched the person in front of him.
Xuan Ming’s earlier question lingered in his Heart Lake.
How should he handle Zhou Zhiren?
This was soone he regarded as a blood brother.
When he was young, Zhou Zhiren was like an "elder brother", shielding him from the wind and rain.
Bang!
Amid a brief silence.
The severely fragnted Primordial Fire Dharma was summoned again, launching a final close-range attack. Zhou Zhiren, enduring excruciating pain, pulled himself free from the stone wall where the flying sword nailed him, an arm burst forth with a vast blood mist as he charged towards Xie Xuanyi—
Bam!
The Martial Arts Divine Embryo appeared in an instant, instinctively protecting its master, throwing a punch through the head of the Primordial Fire Dharma without the slightest hesitation!
The dharma shattered.
Zhou Zhiren’s face collapsed from the blow, and he fell back into the shattered mountain wall, his entire body sliding continuously down.
The Primordial Fire was completely extinguished.
This battle ca to an end, yet at this mont, no one in the Sword Forest wore a smile; everyone’s expression was heavy, the impact of this betrayal on the Da Sui Sword Palace was truly dreadful...
"Let’s go."
Si Qi helped Qi Lie to his feet, sighing softly.
The noise of the sea of flas outside was overwhelming, constant shouts rang out, these sounds reminded everyone that the war for Da Sui Sword Palace was not yet over.
Disciples from various peaks rose in tacit understanding, leaving the Sword Forest one by one.
This place returned to silence.
Xie Xuanyi slightly lowered his head, blood spreading underneath him, forming a pool of blood.
He stared at the dying Zhou Zhiren.
With the Primordial Fire extinguished, dharma collapsed, and the flying sword shattered.
This was already a path of inevitable death.
Who could have imagined that things would end up like this?
More than ten years ago, Xie Xuanyi was the most renowned young Sword Immortal of Great Chu, while the senior brother was the low-key and graceful backbone of the Sword Palace.
They did not compete with the mundane world, retreating into Xiao Chong Mountain... In many people’s eyes, Zhou Zhiren was actually the "Master Xuanzhi" of Da Sui Sword Palace, if no accidents happened, he would have spent a long and beautiful life in Xiao Chong Mountain.
In the future, when Xie Xuanyi’s na is recorded in history, he would also have left a heavy and colorful mark.
"How did it co to this?"
Xie Xuanyi looked at his senior brother and spoke softly.
"..."
Zhou Zhiren raised his head, looked at his junior brother, with no plea, no resentnt or hatred in his eyes.
There was only a deep calm.
At the final end of life.
The two were alone.
Xie Xuanyi did not ask Zhou Zhiren for his motivations, did not reminisce about their past friendship, did not question the truths and lies of the past...
In his view.
Now that things have reached this point, what happened before is no longer important.
As for Zhou Zhiren.
He did not beg for rcy, did not apologize... In this battle, he had exerted himself to the utmost, but ultimately ended in defeat.
Just as he had anticipated in his heart.
Xie Xuanyi is a Sword Immortal encountered once in a thousand years, in every previous confrontation, he had lost.
Perhaps ten years ago at the North Sea.
Was his only "victory"... but if you look at it over the long term, that ga at the North Sea ultimately extended to today, still ending in his own failure.
The purple-robed man slowly tidied his attire, leaned against the collapsed stone wall, back against the rock, and gently uttered five words.
"Winners are kings, losers are outlaws."
In the next mont.
The fragnted Lifebound Flying Sword shot towards Xie Xuanyi.
Xie Xuanyi’s expression did not change.
Chen Ke was drawn.
Golden light engulfed the purple aura, finally a sword penetrated Zhou Zhiren’s forehead.
The purple-robed man fell backward, his place of support, the mountain rock wall, completely shattered, and this entire small mountain collapsed at this mont.
Billowing dust covered him.
...
...
Outside the Sword Forest, the sea of flas surged!
Two Great Demons were locked in combat, unable to resolve.
Zhu Yan unleashed the Soldier Disaster, turning into hundreds, charging left and right in the sea of flas.
Ci Jing continuously flapped its iron wings.
These white-haired apes were extrely aggressive, seizing any opportunity to pounce on him, if it were a different battlefield, the best strategy now would be to maneuver and entangle, but unfortunately, he could not retreat here, this fire sea’s Divine Skill seed like an encirclent attack, but in reality, it was defending its territory. After Zhao Tongtian’s defeat, this Sword Forest lost its final shield, and if he withdrew the "sea of flas" now, the Sword Forest would soon fall.
Thus Ci Jing constantly fueled the flas, almost using up all its demonic power to eradicate all the apes brought forth by Zhu Yan’s Soldier Disaster!
If this battle only involved a struggle between two Yang Gods, that would be easy...
rely a contest of strength!
But surrounding them were densely packed Great Chu Treasure Ships.
The first batch of Imperial City Departnt cultivators that rushed into the battlefield was wiped out by the sea of flas, the rest imdiately returned to the Treasure Ship, and arrayed to attack Ci Jing atop the Heavenly Peak, countless fine arrows rained down... These low-rank magical weapon attacks couldn’t harm a Yang God Realm Great Demon, but the delicate balance in Ci Jing’s struggle with Zhu Yan was broken.
"Roar!"
After dozens of rounds of fighting, the Vermilion Bird Demon roared to the sky, letting out an angry shout.
Its Dao Domain was pulled by Zhu Yan, exposing flaws, after a volley of arrows rained down, its demon body’s back was riddled with "unpainful or itchy" fine arrowheads, nearly a hundred in total.
The iron wings trembled slightly, and the arrowheads were shaken and flew backward.
But a white ape leapt out from the sea of flas into the sky!
Zhu Yan’s true form jumped onto Ci Jing’s back, raising a fist to strike, pounding heavily on the vertebral location of the Vermilion Bird... compared to the earlier arrows, this punch was the true "fatal blow"!
A mournful cry.
Ci Jing wobbled and fell from the sky, almost crashing into the ground, adjusting its direction with iron wings, grazing the ground in an attempt to throw Zhu Yan off.
"Kill!"
The white-haired monkey in a black robe was fierce, nearly being flung off, grasping the Vermilion Bird’s feathers tightly, flipping over to sit back up, preparing for a second punch.
At this mont.
Within the Sword Forest, the sound of battle rang out!
This Grotto Heaven suddenly opened, streaks of sword light slicing through it.
Si Qi and Qi Lie led the Da Sui Sword Palace disciples, abandoning their retreat, and took the initiative to launch an assault!
"...?!"
Zhu Yan frowned.
He did not care about these people.
But for so reason, after this Sword Forest Grotto Heaven opened of its own accord, an unease surged in his Heart Lake.
Buzz!
This trace of unease had just erged when there was a Sword Sound, echoing from the distant forest.
Zhu Yan’s pupils contracted.
He saw a golden line, overtaking everything, piercing the sky and earth, and in an instant, it reached Zhu Yan.
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