"Dead?"

"Heavenly Blade Song Que was slain just like that?"

"A Holy Soldier from another world's Holy Land?"

"How terrifying!"

All were aghast, utterly frightened.

At this moment, all fighting ceased.

The disciples of Cihang Temple paled, their eyes filled with unease, their hearts consumed by panic.

Shi Zhixuan's gaze was fixated on Zhu Yuyan, who stood in the void, holding the Yao Guang Holy Sword, her imposing presence unmatched, her beauty unparalleled, as turmoil surged within him:

Such a fearsome Holy Soldier, definitely not from our world. Did Zhu Yuyan truly encounter a Divine Spirit? The God of Hongmeng? What sort of god is this?

HUM.

As he pondered, Zhu Yuyan seemed to sense something, her gaze instantly turning toward the direction where Shi Zhixuan stood.

Their eyes met.

Sparks seemed to fly in the air.

Following Zhu Yuyan's gaze, everyone saw Shi Zhixuan.

Although he had fallen into obscurity for decades due to Bi Xiuxin's mental fragmentation, not many in the Jianghu martial arts still recognized him. But that did not mean there were none.

"Shi Zhixuan the Evil King!"

Fan Qinghui recognized him at a glance. After all, it was she who had used her beauty to have Bi Xiuxin seduce Shi Zhixuan, leading to the downfall of the once-dominant Evil King and the rise of Empress Yin.

"What? Shi Zhixuan the Evil King?"

"He is Shi Zhixuan the Evil King?"

Hearing Fan Qinghui's voice, everyone curiously and shockingly scrutinized Shi Zhixuan, though he paid them no heed.

He looked at Zhu Yuyan and said, "Yu Yan, it's been a long time. You're even more stunning than before—truly breathtaking!"

"Shi Zhixuan, today is the day you die. Your blood will cleanse the shame I once suffered!"

Zhu Yuyan pointed the Holy Soldier in her hand at Shi Zhixuan. He immediately felt a chilling terror, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His whole body seemed to stiffen, his soul trembling incessantly.

He knew he couldn't escape!

Zhu Yuyan's Cultivation Level was already high, and now, with a Holy Soldier from another world in her hand, he stood no chance!

"Yu Yan, I can understand why you want to kill me. But before I die, could you tell me if gods truly exist in this world?"

Shi Zhixuan's question was also what everyone present cared about.

Although Zhu Yuyan had revealed the Holy Soldier, they remained skeptical about the existence of Divine Spirits.

From ancient times to the present, there had been many legends of Divine Spirits, but a true Divine Spirit had never appeared.

"Just because fish in a pond are unaware of people on the shore, does that mean people don't exist?"

As she spoke, Zhu Yuyan slowly raised the Holy Soldier in her hand.

"It seems that Divine Spirits do truly exist; it's just that we have no way to reach them!"

Shi Zhixuan nodded. It was unexpected, yet it made sense.

"Now you can die in peace!" Zhu Yuyan said.

"Illusion Demon Body Method."

Without a word, Shi Zhixuan's body instantly transformed into a series of afterimages, each flickering erratically, displaying profound skill.

Even an ant clings to life.

All the more so for him; having learned such earth-shattering news today, he was not yet ready to die.

Even if the chances of escape were almost nil, he still had to try.

To flee, there might be the slightest chance.

Not to flee, then there would be no chance at all.

"Flee?"

Zhu Yuyan's eyes were full of scorn. Without the Holy Soldier, Shi Zhixuan might have had a sliver of hope to escape. But now...

WHOOSH.

The Yao Guang Holy Sword swung gently, and invisible Sword Qi seemed to instantly traverse space.

Shi Zhixuan's figure halted, blood splattered, and he was bisected by a single sword stroke.

Everyone's body jolted as if they too had been cleaved in two.

A chill went down their spines.

Zhu Yuyan, holding the Yao Guang Holy Sword, looked at the corpse of Shi Zhixuan split in two, and the knot in her heart that had been pressing her for decades finally loosened.

She felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration and lightness.

As if she had shed a heavy burden.

She felt completely renewed.

But she knew that the traces Shi Zhixuan had left on her body and soul would never vanish.

A glint of resolve flashed in her eyes.

She had made a decision in her heart.

Her gaze turned to Fan Qinghui, who was just then looking her way.

Their eyes met.

As their gazes collided, Fan Qinghui sighed deeply, as if all her strength had left her.

"Zhu Yuyan, you've won!"

"Cihang Temple shall hereby be dissolved. Can you spare the other ordinary disciples?"

The crowd heard this with complex emotions, not having anticipated that today's battle would lead to the dissolution of Cihang Temple.

Even the foremost figures of the Central Plains Martial Arts—such as Ning Daoqi the Wanderer, Heavenly Blade Song Que, Abbot Liao Kong of the Pure Zen Sect, the Four Great Vajra, and Shi Zhixuan the Evil King—had perished.

Divine Spirits. Different Worlds. Holy Soldiers. These concepts overturned their worldview, continuously impacting their minds.

"If you and Shi Feixuan are willing to voluntarily become Sacrifices to my god, I can spare the others. Otherwise..."

Zhu Yuyan did not finish, but the implication was clear: otherwise, Cihang Temple would face a river of blood.

Fan Qinghui bit her red lips tightly, her eyes filled with struggle as she looked at Shi Feixuan.

"Master, your disciple is willing!" Shi Feixuan did not hesitate.

"Good!"

Fan Qinghui nodded in relief, then turned to Zhu Yuyan. "I agree to your terms. I only hope you will keep your word!"

She didn't beg Zhu Yuyan to spare Shi Feixuan. Shi Feixuan was her most prized disciple, and she knew Zhu Yuyan would never let her go.

"Rest assured, I wouldn't stoop to deceiving you!" Zhu Yuyan responded indifferently.

With Fan Qinghui's surrender and her volunteering to become a sacrifice, the battle between the righteous and demonic factions that would determine the future of the Jianghu martial arts finally came to an end.

Especially given Zhu Yuyan's current strength, even if Fan Qinghui hadn't surrendered, the battle would have ended just the same.

"Construct the sacrificial altar! Prepare the ritual for my god!" Zhu Yuyan ordered everyone.

Before coming here, she had already instructed the weaker disciples of the Yin Gui Sect to follow with various materials and Sacrifices.

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