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The sword cut through the sky, igniting sparks, and accurately hit Ye Jue's chest.

"Do you like making medicine?"

The cold and emotionless voice bit back and forth on each word, echoing in the square.

"What..." The sword flew too fast and Ye Jue was hit before he could even see it clearly.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at the bleeding hole in his chest, stunned.

The delayed pain instantly surrounded him, but he didn't feel it for long as his legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

Wang Zi chuckled, his three-dimensional facial features showing a sinister look.

"Then let you experience it yourself."

The bony fingers moved slightly, and the red demonic energy around the young man formed flames, instantly engulfing Ye Jue on the ground.

"Ahhh...!"

Ye Jue screamed. He simply couldn't stand the feeling of being burned by the phoenix fire.

His miserable cries echoed in the square, and the disciples around him all broke out in cold sweats and their legs and feet went weak.

At this moment, Fengming turned in the air and returned to the young man.

He threw Feng Lao, who was still breathing his last breath, to the ground, and turned around without paying any attention to Ye Jue who was lying on the ground twitching in pain.

The wind on Tianfu Mountain is blowing particularly hard today.

It blew up the boy's long hair, and the black hair on top and red hair on the bottom danced in the air.

Wang Zi took a step forward, and his long and powerful legs made crisp footsteps on the ground.

The young man approached Yan Sanxing, who was lying on the ground with a look of fear on his face, like a beautiful evil ghost.

After witnessing the boy's cruel methods, Yan Sanxing's eyes were filled with fear:

"Don't, don't kill me... Don't kill me..."

Under Wang Zi's control, the two flying swords pointed at Yan Sanxing and surrounded him.

"You asked for it..."

A playful, low voice sounded in the air, a little hoarse.

The pair of golden eyes that did not belong to mortals just stared at Yan Sanxing, and tears slowly flowed down.

"You killed my father."

Hot, drop by drop, sliding down from the corners of my eyes.

But the boy's stunning face remained expressionless.

The cold face and the exceptionally hot tears formed a strange combination.

Yan Sanxing just felt terrified, he even felt a little creepy.

He knelt down with a thud and kowtowed to Wang Zi.

"…I was wrong, I was wrong! It's all my fault! I apologize and kowtow to you…"

Seeing Yan Sanxing's appearance at this moment, Wang Zi's heart ached even more violently.

That's ridiculous……

"Do you really think you are wrong?" the boy asked softly with empty eyes.

Yan Sanxing kowtowed madly, cutting his forehead. Blood flowed down his cheeks and wet the ground.

"I really know I was wrong! Please forgive me, please forgive me, I really know I was wrong..."

"No." The young man grinned and said sarcastically:

"You don't think you're wrong at all, you're just afraid of death, haha..."

The low, cold laughter was drowned out by the sound of flesh being cut.

The Dragon Roar Sword pierced Yan Sanxing's heart from the same position.

The phoenix fire burned past the young man's feet and swallowed Yan Sanxing.

His cries of pain echoed in the wind.

“Ahhh…it hurts!…Ahhh!”

Wang Zi watched in silence for a long time, until Yan Sanxing turned into ashes and was blown away by the wind.

"..." He retracted the dragon roar, lowered his eyes, and slowly turned around.

Just as he took a step, he was caught off guard and met the eyes of Tian Yusi behind him.

Tian Yusi's red eyes were filled with surprise, happiness and a flash of heartache, but there was no fear.

He looked at the red-haired boy in front of him, who had vertical golden eyes and a strange yet familiar look, and his lips moved.

Just six words:

"Leng Busian...don't cry."

The boy looked back at him without any emotion.

There was no joy or sadness, but tears flowed down her cheeks and fell to the ground. Wang Zi replied coldly:

"I didn't cry."

Tian Yusi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he could no longer hide the look of heartache.

He moved forward tremblingly, his sharp facial features showing some helplessness.

"I'm sorry... it's... it's me who harmed the Third Elder... otherwise you wouldn't be like this now..."

If he had noticed the unusualness in his heart earlier, things would not have turned out like this... Leng Xun would not have died.

The boy still had no expression on his face: "No need to apologize."

In his eyes, all apologies are meaningless.

Ye Jue and Yan Sanxing died, their souls were burned to ashes by the phoenix fire and they could no longer be reincarnated.

Now the ancestor of Tianfu Sect has also been killed by him. Tianfu Sect has been torn apart from top to bottom and is no longer as prosperous as before.

Leng Xun also left.

He had no reason to stay here any longer.