Could it be that this time, the Xueluo Sect was also doomed?

Thinking of this, Yu Ge questioned hoarsely: “Though the Xueluo Sect follows the Demonic Path, we’ve committed far fewer evils than many demonic sects. We take people’s money to solve their problems. Instead of going after those who pay for lives, you specifically come to trouble us—the blade. Do you think we’re easy to bully?”

Unable to move her body, she rolled her eyes and began to show weakness: “Joining the Xueluo Sect was also a last resort. When I was oppressed by so-called righteous cultivators and my family was destroyed, where were you, famous orthodox sects?”

“When I had no way to seek revenge, where were you?”

“To get revenge, I found the Xueluo Sect, but I couldn’t afford the spirit stones, so I joined the Xueluo Sect and became their killing blade…”

Yu Ge looked at the little boy standing in front of her. She spoke very slowly, her voice choked with emotion, tears in her eyes, appearing pitiful and helpless. She couldn’t fathom this little boy’s cultivation depth at all, but while all the other Gujian Sect disciples had fallen into her illusion, he was completely unaffected, just blinking and standing there with furrowed brows, looking very worried. Therefore, Yu Ge placed her hopes for survival on him.

The little boy was naturally Little Skull, who had practiced bone shrinking and shape transformation. He hadn’t fallen into the illusion and wasn’t doing anything at the moment, just standing motionlessly in place, staring blankly at Yu Ge with a very sad and distressed expression.

Su Zhuyi ignored Little Skull. She stood behind Yu Ge, smiling with narrowed eyes.

She paced and walked in front of Yu Ge, taking her hand and sighing: “Your life is truly bitter.”

Su Zhuyi’s eyes sparkled with tears as she asked innocently: “What about your enemies now? Did you get your revenge?”

Yu Ge was slightly dazed.

The woman before her had a face that would make all women in the world jealous. Though stunningly beautiful, she now showed an innocent and naive expression that didn’t seem out of place at all. Her skin was like jade, her eyes bright and teeth white, and the slight smile at the corners of her mouth was like the most tender flower of early spring, bathed in sunlight and wrapped in colorful halos, so beautiful it was dazzling.

“I…” Yu Ge murmured, the words she had organized in her mind becoming somewhat confused.

“Not telling me means you’re not giving me face,” Su Zhuyi sneered. She had been gently holding Yu Ge’s hand, but as she spoke, she suddenly applied force and snapped off one of her fingers, taking the ring from it. After pulling out a handkerchief to wipe it clean, she said, “You’ve been in the Xueluo Sect since birth. It’s remarkable that you still remember family vengeance.”

The female death warriors of the Xueluo Sect’s Secret Hall mostly fabricated pitiful backgrounds to gain sympathy, and Su Zhuyi had been no exception in the past. After all, some naive disciples of righteous sects, especially young men, were quite sympathetic and easily fooled.

She wiped the ring clean, then said: “These beautiful hands of yours were soaked in a broth made from newborn baby blood mixed with touch-me-not flowers and snow lotus, weren’t they?”

“You, you’re talking nonsense,” Yu Ge’s expression instantly changed. Her heart pounded wildly, as if it might explode, making it difficult for her to breathe.

“How many pregnant women have died by your hands?” Su Zhuyi narrowed her eyes slightly. “Want to commit suicide? Xueluo Sect death warriors are ruthless even to themselves. Yu Ge, do you know that now death doesn’t mean relief either?”

She shook her head and directly struck down with a palm, killing the defenseless Yu Ge with one blow. Only then did she pick up the Liuguang Mirror, looking at its water-like surface. Su Zhuyi grinned and walked forward a few steps, placing the mirror on a step of the main hall.

With the master’s death, Yu Ge’s blue banner lost much of its power. The Gujian Sect disciples controlled by the banner’s illusion woke up one by one. Su Zhuyi glanced around indifferently and noticed that several of them had their straw man substitutes crumbled. She immediately clicked her tongue twice and cursed: “Useless.”

Her insults were too direct.

Not subtle at all.

Those disciples all blushed with shame, standing in place, not daring to look at her. Su Zhuyi snorted lightly, then closed her eyes and recited an incantation. When she finished, a quarter of the Changge Sect disciples trapped in the main hall showed abnormalities—they broke out in cold sweat and rolled on the ground in pain.

Not all disciples in the Changge Sect were Xueluo Sect death warriors.

After all, it was a cultivation sect with thousands of years of heritage. There were still some disciples who truly knew nothing. Mixing them together provided better cover.

The Xueluo Sect’s death warriors had their bodies modified for absolute loyalty. Like Yu Ge, she could control the life and death of the death warriors under her command. Back then, to take Yu Ge’s position, she had gone through painstaking efforts and endured countless hardships.

“Those showing abnormalities are all Xueluo Sect disciples. Go kill them. If you can’t even handle the severely wounded, you might as well stop cultivating.”

Su Zhuyi glanced at these young people and said slowly: “Go home and sell sweet potatoes instead.”

“Why practice swordsmanship? Honestly, chopping firewood at home would be much better.”

All the disciples: “…”

The acting sect leader is so fierce.

The acting sect leader is beautiful but has a poisonous tongue.

“Hurry up!”

“Yes!” The Gujian Sect disciples hesitated no more, raised their swords, and charged forward, fighting with the exposed Xueluo Sect disciples.

“Should I go too, big sister?” Wu’er rubbed his small hands, looking a bit nervous.

“You can beat all of them, so don’t go. I still need your help with something.”

“Wait over there for now.”

“Oh.” Wu’er agreed and sat down on the spot, occasionally glancing at the battle situation. When he saw Gujian Sect disciples in danger, he secretly shot out sword qi to help relieve the pressure.

The Gujian Sect disciples immediately felt divinely assisted, their morale soared, and they gradually gained the upper hand.

Su Zhuyi pretended not to see Wu’er’s little actions. She held Yu Ge’s ring in her left hand and the earring-like key in her right, walking leisurely to the steps where the Liuguang Mirror was placed. She gently tapped the stone step, feeling around with her fingers left and right, and according to the pattern on the ring, traced a runic formation with spiritual energy on the step.

When the formation appeared, a small hole appeared in the center. She inserted the key into it but didn’t intend to turn it.

Su Zhuyi picked up the Liuguang Mirror and gently placed it on the key.

Then she beckoned and called: “Wu’er, come here.”

“What is it, big sister?”

“Try punching here.” She pointed at the mirror.

“Eh?” The Liuguang Mirror was a divine artifact, he knew that. Now she wanted him to hit a divine artifact?

“Hit it, don’t be afraid. Do you know about striking a mountain to hit a bull? Just spread the power of your punch through the mirror.”

After a pause, Su Zhuyi added: “Use maximum force.”

“Okay!” Wu’er took a deep breath and punched down. With a tremendous crash, the Liuguang Mirror didn’t move at all, but the ground they stood on instantly developed numerous cracks, spreading outward like a spider web, as if mountains were collapsing and the earth splitting.

“Again!”

“Bang!” Another punch landed, and the ground sank a full zhang. Su Zhuyi stood in the pit Wu’er had created, smiling: “Continue.”

She stood in the ruins, smiling.

From beneath the ruins came countless ghostly wails and wolf howls, as if the underground hid countless demons struggling and shrieking.

A hundred li away, river water surged and rolled. Chaotic auras rushed toward the exit hidden at the bottom of the riverbed. Just as they were about to escape danger, unexpectedly, a formation barrier appeared at the exit, and within the formation barrier was a sword.

The Qingxia Sword!

Countless sword qi suddenly burst forth, instantly sealing the entire exit. Anyone approaching the sword formation was shredded into pieces.

The Xueluo Sect’s true main lair was beneath the Changge Sect.

They had built an underground palace beneath the Changge Sect. The palace’s defensive barriers were extremely strong—even Nascent Soul great powers couldn’t break through them. The barrier had only two breakthrough points: one entrance accessible with a key, and one secret exit.

The underground palace was filled with countless formation mazes. If Su Zhuyi rashly entered with so many burdens, there would only be a dead end.

Among their group, the one with the highest cultivation and strongest destructive power was actually Wu’er, but Wu’er was innocent and naive. If asked to kill people, he might hesitate, and even if they went in, there would inevitably be fish that escaped the net.

So Su Zhuyi never planned to go in.

What she wanted was destruction—to annihilate all the cultivators in the entire Xueluo Sect underground palace. She used the Liuguang Mirror to block the entrance and the Qingxia Sword to guard the secret exit known to very few. Now it was just a matter of closing the door to beat the dog, catching turtles in a jar.

“Again!” Su Zhuyi continued.

Wu’er looked at his reddened fists, gritted his teeth, and threw another punch.

The Liuguang Mirror trembled slightly, the entire ground swayed left and right, and the Xueluo Sect disciples in the underground palace had their qi and blood churning, their hearts and galls splitting from the shock.

Punch after punch.

Punch after punch, until Little Skull was exhausted, then Su Zhuyi said: “Enough.”

The Xueluo Sect cultivators underground were annihilated, and those on the surface had all been killed by the Gujian Sect disciples. There remained a portion of pale-faced Changge Sect disciples standing in place, trembling. They never imagined that their fellow disciples who lived alongside them day and night were actually from the Demonic Path. To be precise, the sect they had joined belonged to the Xueluo Sect.

“What should we do with them?” a disciple asked.

“If they want to rebuild the Changge Sect, they can go underground and look around in a few days. They’ll find quite a few good things,” Su Zhuyi said, looking at the frightened Changge Sect cultivators with a frown.

“All the Xueluo Sect members are dead?” Song Shangzhi felt that even the soil beneath his feet was tinged with red. He also smelled a faint bloody scent and felt somewhat horrified.

They hadn’t entered the Xueluo Sect’s underground palace.

But those Xueluo Sect cultivators were already all dead in the underground palace. Just thinking about it was chilling.

“Mm. Among those who could enter the Xueluo Sect’s underground palace, there wouldn’t be a single innocent person.”

Each one was ruthless and killed like hemp.

Just like herself in her previous life, her hands were also stained with countless blood, and she wasn’t innocent either.

Being besieged by the entire world was also deserved.

But at this moment, she inexplicably thought of Qin Jianglan.

He was bound by emotion and saved the demoness that everyone wanted to kill.

He severed emotional ties and became an immortal.

And that demoness had now become a righteous great power who slayed demons and eliminated evil?

He won.

Thinking this way, she suddenly felt a bit unwilling.