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Greetings, Chief.


Surrounded by the people of the Zhenyu Ancient Clan, they knelt in a vast expanse, bowing down with reverence to the sacred. With hands pressed to the ground, they showed sincere and respectful devotion, prostrating themselves before the two arrivals.


Even the half-sages present immediately clasped their hands in a fist and bowed deeply.

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<<< The aura of a saint is not merely a display of power that can subdue all cultivators, but it also stems from the saint's own knowledge, status, and strength. These qualities are worthy of emulation, pursuit, and reverence by everyone. >>>


The patriarch of the ancient Zhizhen clan wore sixty-four halos of holy aura, circling him between heaven and earth. He resembled a true deity, standing before everyone.


Those pair of stern eyes, fixed on Shi Ren and Wang Jie respectively, let out a cold snort.


Immediately, the head of the Town Prison Ancient Clan spoke in a deep voice: “The Undying Blood Clan lurking in the King of Hades Sword Tomb is a matter of great importance, enough to overturn the entire King of Hades Sword Tomb. The two of you are not investigating the truth together, but instead fighting each other, allowing those lurkers to see this, wouldn't that be a laughing stock?”


"My child knows his mistake, please father punish him."


"Shi Ren knew his mistake, please punish him, Chief."


Wang Jian and Shi Ren knelt on one knee at the same time, their attitude of admitting their mistake was still very positive.




The patriarch of the ancient Zhen clan glared at Wang Jie, his eyes hardening. He rebuked, "Wang Jie, do you know who you just offended?"


You must know, the patriarch of the Zhèn yù ancient clan loved Wang Jie very much. After all, among all his descendants, Wang Jie had the highest talent and the greatest hope of impacting the Holy Realm.


Therefore, during ordinary times, the head of the Zhenyu ancient clan usually calls him "Jieli" or "Liuer".


Just now, she called out his name directly. This shows that the chieftain of the Zhenyu Ancient Clan is probably truly angry.


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The Patriarch of the Ancient Clan of Imprisoning Devils saw Wang Jie's frail appearance and shook his head slightly, saying: “This is Feiyu Sword Saint, the wielder of the Zhantian Sword. Don't you immediately apologize to your senior and admit your mistake, begging her to forgive your recklessness.”


When Wang Jie heard the words of the patriarch of the Zhenyu Ancient Clan, he immediately understood and looked in the direction of Fei Yu Jian Sheng. He said, "What just happened was an unintentional mistake by the younger generation, not intentional disrespect. I beg Senior Fei Yu Jian Sheng to forgive me."


Zhang Ruochin stood aside, watching with cold eyes. In his heart, he secretly thought, "As expected, he is still the patriarch's biological son."


Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the stern-looking patriarch of the Zhèn Yù ancient clan is actually protecting Wang Jie every step of the way. **Read the latest chapter in full**




In the cultivation world, offending a Sword Saint is courting death, even for a half-saint.


However, the first words of the patriarch of the ancient clan imprisoned in the underworld were to point out that Wang Ji and Shi Ren's infighting would be laughed at by the lurking members of the Undead Blood Clan.




Then, he reminded Wang Jie ahead of time that Feiyu Jian Sheng was a senior, and it was your recklessness that bumped into her.


If things went this way, Wang Jie could go to Feiyu Jian Sheng and apologize again. How could Feiyu Jian Sheng continue to pursue the matter?


To continue pursuing this matter is to be unjust, to bully the weak with one's strength, and to have a narrow heart. Even before Feiyu Jian Sheng could speak, Zhang Ruochin knew that the previous commotion had been completely diffused.


Zhang Ruochin thought he had already guessed the next development, but he still underestimated Feiyujian Saint.




The Flying Sword Saint didn't even glance at Wang Jie, who was kneeling on the ground. He didn't say whether or not he would forgive him, but instead fixed his gaze on Zhang Ruochin and Xiang Zhengfeng.


Two eyes, like two stars in the darkness, emitting a bright holy light.




In an instant, Zhang Ruichen felt as if he had fallen into a quagmire. He was utterly immobilized, unable to move a muscle. His nose and pores were blocked, hindering his breath, and even his meridians were sealed shut. Even the sacred energy within his Qi Sea and meridians seemed to have completely solidified.


Just a glance, how could it be so powerful?


Zhang Ruochin gritted his teeth, activating the Five Elements Chaotic Body, trying to forcefully break through the pressure exerted by Feiyu Jian Sheng.


He had already reached the realm of a half-saint, yet he was unable to control his own body. This was truly something that made Zhang Ruochen feel extremely uncomfortable.


You must break free from your restraints and regain control of your body.


>>>Xiang Zhengfeng also came under the oppressive gaze of the Flying Feather Sword Saint, his whole body's holy energy unable to circulate and he fell directly from mid-air. With a loud thud, he crashed onto the ground.

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The towering figure of the Saint of Flying Feather Swords swayed slightly.


From within her, two slender figures flew out, identical to her own, as if she had been split into three.


"Swish, swish."

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Two black shadows, like phantoms, emanated a chilling cold and charged towards Zhang Ruochin and Xiang Zhengfeng respectively, whipping up two fierce whirlwinds.

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Those were two streaks of holy energy that flew out from her body, condensing into human figures.


"Break it for me."


Zhang Ruochen's hands exerted force, and from every one of his body's ten thousand pores, five-colored brilliance surged forth. The surrounding space trembled slightly, shaking off the suppression of Feiyu Jian Sheng's gaze.


However, before he could retreat, he immediately saw a slender shadow charging towards him at high speed.


Thus, Zhang Ruochin immediately mobilized his holy energy, condensing his palm force, and struck out with a move resembling the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm.


Zhang Ruoxu, having practiced the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm countless times, was naturally very skilled. His strikes were swift as lightning,


However, Zhang Ruochin's palm was just about to unleash its power, and hadn't struck out yet…


The two slender fingers of that shadowy figure grasped his wrist before he could react.


The other party twisted their finger, and with a "crack," Zhang Ruochin's arm bones were broken instantly.


"Okay... soon..."


Zhang Ruochin endured the pain in his arm and immediately mobilized his sword intent, wanting to control the towering sword and launch another attack.


However, Zhang Ruochin's sword intent had only just begun to spread.


"Bang."


That figure's palm had already imprinted on Zhang Ruochin's chest, sending his body arching upward and flying into the air.


The ribs in her chest, nearly all of them, were cracked and close to breaking completely.


With a muffled *poof*, Zhang Ruochin's internal organs were severely damaged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. If not for his powerful mental fortitude, he would have probably fainted.




That slender dark shadow obviously didn't let Zhang Ruochin off, continuing his attack. His speed became even faster, changing directions thirty-six times in a row and delivering thirty-six palm strikes, each hitting Zhang Ruochin's bones all over his body.




The air was filled with a strange energy, and besides Zhang Ruochin who was leaping through the air, there were thirty-six graceful figures, each displaying different martial arts stances, as if thirty-six masters were simultaneously attacking him.




The next moment, those figures vanished like lightning again, returning to the body of Feiyu Bansheng.




With a loud bang, Zhang Ruochin fell to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth. Every bone in his body was shattered, leaving him utterly powerless.


>>>Zheng Feng is not much better than Zhang Ruochin, he also lay on the ground limply, his mouth full of blood, already unconscious.

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What just happened, it all took place in the blink of an eye.


Except for those at the level of a half-saint, it was difficult to even glimpse what was happening. The other cultivators didn't even know what had transpired?


For example, Li Min was very curious why Zhang Ruochin and Xiang Zhengfeng suddenly got severely injured and fell to the ground?




All the nascent saints present drew a sharp intake of breath, feeling a chill run down their spines.


The Sword Saint's cultivation was truly terrifying, just two strands of his holy energy were enough to knock the two sword wielders to the ground.


Such methods are truly extraordinary, baffling even the gods and spirits. They are mysterious and profound.


Feiyu Jian Sheng said indifferently, "Just now, this saint has broken their bones all over, and checked them. Both of them are not the undead blood race."


"It seems that one of the two must be in cahoots with the Blood Clan." The Patriarch of the Town Prison Ancient Clan fixed his gaze on Zhang Ruochen.


There is no doubt that Zhang Ruochin is the most suspect.


Because Zhang Ruochin was a major criminal pursued by the empress herself, if he wanted to survive, he had to find a place to rely on.


In today's Kunlun world, there are only a handful of forces that dare to oppose the imperial court. The Undead Blood Clan is just one of them.


Zhang Ruochin's colluding with the Undying Blood Clan to release the Nether King is completely logical and explainable.




The voice of the Flying Feather Saint sounded quite cold, yet it was extremely pleasant to the ear. "It's also possible that Zheng Feng is involved. Until we uncover the truth, Zhang Ruochen will be under my watch... Oh?" Let me know if you need anything else translated!

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At that moment, Zhang Ruochin, who was originally severely injured with fractures all over his body, somehow managed to slowly climb up from the ground using his own strength.


You have to know, even Xiang Zhengfeng, whose cultivation level was several levels higher than Zhang Ruochen's, had been knocked unconscious by the attack of Feiyu Jian Saint.


"As expected of the Five Elements Chaotic Body, you can still stand up."


The figure of Feiyu Jian Sheng, a cool wind bearing a faint fragrance, appeared before Zhang Ruochin. His fingers transformed into phantoms, snatching the towering sword away.


Subsequently, she rolled up her sleeves, forming a vortex of holy energy that swept Zhang Ruochin away and took him from this place.




Even after Feiyu Jian Saint left, Wang Jie didn't even glance at him.




Wang Jie still knelt on the ground, truly not knowing whether to stand up or not?


After all, the combat strength displayed by Feiyu Jian Sheng just now was truly frightening. Moreover, she was too ruthless, beating both sword-wielding individuals to the ground.




Now Wang Jie feels deeply regretful, wondering how he could have gotten on her bad side.


The chief of the ancient Zhenyu clan also frowned slightly, glanced at Wang Jie, and didn't mean to let him stand up. He just turned around and left with Xiang Zhengfeng, who was unconscious on the ground.

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