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Chapter 227 I'll trouble you all to kneel and wait for death.
Upon hearing Huang Xuemei's voice, Shi Huolong, who had just felt the strong wind brush against his cheek, seemed to come back to his senses. He quickly raised his hand to touch his neck, and then touched his cheek where the breeze had brushed against him.

After confirming that nothing was wrong, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, when he looked at Huang Xuemei, a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

She even couldn't help but take half a step back, creating some distance between them.

At this moment, Huang Xuemei raised her eyes and looked at Zong Yue.

Do you want more evidence?

The indifferent gaze, seemingly devoid of any emotion, and the calm voice sent a chill down Zong Yue's spine, straight to the top of his head.

Sonic martial arts are widely recognized as the most bizarre and powerful martial arts in the martial arts world.

Zong Yue had witnessed the power of sound-based martial arts before.

But Zong Yue was certain that none of the sound-based martial arts techniques he had used before were as bizarre and powerful as the martial arts techniques used by the woman in front of him.

Even he could only vaguely catch the trajectory of the sound blade when the piano music started.

Unless Zong Yue can rush to Huang Xuemei's side the moment he makes a move, forcing Huang Xuemei to be unable to use the Heavenly Demon Harp to perform sound-based martial arts.

Otherwise, once Huang Xuemei created distance, he would definitely not be able to cope with these strange and invisible sonic attacks, given his strength.

Thinking of this, Zong Yue looked at Huang Xuemei with a hint of apprehension in his eyes.

"Does Your Excellency intend to make an enemy of our various factions?"

Huang Xuemei said coldly, "As I have said, I came to the Emei Sect today to repay a debt of gratitude. If you want to deal with the Emei Sect, you should first ask about the Heavenly Demon Harp in my possession."

Looking at Huang Xuemei, who stood proudly in front of Zong Yue, Shi Huolong, and nearly a thousand others, Abbess Miejue couldn't help but feel a touch of admiration in her eyes.

"I wonder how Shao'an came to know this young lady."

It must be said that Huang Xuemei's strength and dominance at this moment truly stunned Zong Yue and the others.

For a moment, no one dared to continue the conversation.

The situation suddenly became deadlocked.

Just as the atmosphere around them froze and calmed down once again, several swift figures flew up the stone steps, breaking the suffocating balance.

The leader was Zhao Jingxuan, along with Bei Jinyi and other Emei disciples.

Behind them, several Emei disciples were also escorting a woman with her head bowed.

They rushed over, escorting a woman. The woman was slender, but because she had her head down, it was difficult to see her face clearly.

Despite the inconvenience of being escorted, the woman exuded a dignified demeanor in every gesture she made.

Looking at the woman being held captive by these Emei disciples, Feng Xinglie from the Evil Sect suddenly let out a soft exclamation.

But then, Feng Xinglie shook his head, suppressing the thought that had just popped into his mind.

As soon as Zhao Jingxuan and the others stepped onto the Golden Dome Square, they immediately felt the heavy atmosphere that enveloped them.

When Zhao Jingxuan looked up and saw the Beggar Clan members standing on the Golden Summit, holding knives and facing the Emei Sect disciples from afar, her heart trembled and her expression instantly became solemn.

After glancing at Abbess Miejue and Gu Shaoan, who had not yet drawn their swords, Zhao Jingxuan felt relieved.

He immediately took a few steps back, grabbed the woman's shoulder, and used his lightness skill to leap over everyone's heads like an arrow. Under the watchful eyes of countless vigilant people, he landed beside Abbess Miejue.

"Master."

Once she had regained her footing, Zhao Jingxuan immediately used her true energy to transmit her voice, saying, "When I was at the foot of the mountain, this person suddenly tried to sneak up. After I discovered and stopped her, she claimed to be a person of the Demon Master Pang Ban, saying that she had something extremely important to say and had to report it to Master in person."

The moment she heard the words "Demon Master Pang Ban," a faint, yet sharp, glint flashed in the depths of her eyes, which were as calm as still water and as clear as ancient ice.

With her gaze fixed on the woman a few feet away, Abbess Miejue said, "Raise your head."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable air of command.

The gentle woman's shoulders seemed to tremble slightly, like a startled fawn. As instructed, she slowly raised her head with a delicate and pitiful movement.

She had a rather beautiful face, with a gentle and graceful temperament reminiscent of the misty rain of Jiangnan, and her fair skin looked like jade in the sunlight.

Although she couldn't compare to Zhou Zhiruo, Huang Xuemei, Yang Yan, and others, she was still considered a beauty.

However, just as the woman looked up, Feng Xinglie's eyes narrowed suddenly.

"Bingyun?"

Upon hearing Feng Xinglie's voice, Zong Yue and the rest of the Xieyi Sect looked closely and discovered that the woman standing in front of Abbess Miejue was none other than Feng Xinglie's wife, Jin Bingyun.

The sudden sound not only attracted the attention of the people from the Evil Sect, but also made Abbess Miejue and others look up at Feng Xinglie, who had spoken.

Just as Abbess Miejue shifted her gaze to Feng Xinglie, a chilling killing intent, as cold as an icy sea and capable of piercing the soul, suddenly burst forth from the depths of the seemingly weak and helpless woman standing in front of Abbess Miejue's eyes, which were as clear as autumn water.

"Whoosh!"

The next moment, Jin Bingyun raised her right hand, and a sound as faint as a mosquito's buzz yet extremely piercing came from her sleeve.

Her delicate fingers showed no sign of lifting, but a slender, soft sword, tempered with a dark, black light, narrow as a finger and thin as a cicada's wing, suddenly shot out like lightning from her wide right sleeve, aiming straight for Abbess Miejue's throat, a dozen feet away.

However, the woman's movements were so precise, her methods so subtle, and her intentions so ruthless. She completely took advantage of the distraction caused by Feng Xinglie's voice and her own highly deceptive and gentle disguise.

The only pity is that this woman's cultivation level is only at the level of returning to the innate realm.

If Jin Bingyun could get within three steps of Abbess Miejue without Gu Shaoan watching her, she might have been able to successfully launch a sneak attack.

With a distance of one zhang, let alone Gu Shaoan, even with the current strength of Abbess Miejue, it would be enough to kill Jin Bingyun a dozen times in that time.

The moment she sensed Jin Bingyun's attack, Abbess Miejue snorted coldly, and her right arm, as if defying the constraints of flesh and blood, appeared in front of Jin Bingyun's chest with an afterimage.

She didn't even fully open her palm; she simply slapped it casually against the venomous, dark sword light that pierced towards her.

"Oh!"

A dull, not loud sound rang out, and then the soft sword was snapped in two, its momentum still strong as it struck Jin Bingyun's chest.

"puff!"

Under Abbess Miejue's palm strike, Jin Bingyun's pretty face instantly lost all color. Her slender body flew out of control towards the outer edge of the square, like a kite with a broken string or a delicate jade flower struck by a giant hammer.

While in mid-air, her mouth suddenly opened wide, and a large spray of bright red blood gushed out like a magnificent yet tragic bouquet.

"Ice Cloud!"

Upon witnessing this scene, Feng Xinglie's eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins. He let out a heart-wrenching roar, like a wounded wild beast, before leaping up to catch Jin Bingyun in mid-air.

Upon landing, Feng Xinglie looked anxiously at Jin Bingyun in his arms.

The Jin Bingyun in his arms was no longer the aloof and gentle woman she usually was. Her dark brows were furrowed in pain, like a piece of exquisite porcelain that had been smashed by a heavy hammer, leaving hideous cracks.

At this moment, stained with the crimson blood gushing from her mouth, she resembled a few plum blossoms blooming in the snow, a poignant and heartbreaking sight.

Her life force was fading away rapidly, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Jin Bingyun's slender body lay softly in Feng Xinglie's broad but trembling arms.

She seemed to have used her last bit of strength to raise her pale hand, which was covered in her own blood and dust, with difficulty. Trembling, she groped and finally touched Feng Xinglie's face, which was twisted with pain and rage.

Her unfocused, lifeless eyes seemed to want to pierce through the surging tears in Feng Xinglie's pupils and firmly imprint her husband's face.

Her lips parted slightly, each opening and closing bringing forth more bloody froth, as faint as a mosquito's buzz yet exceptionally clear, echoing in the deathly silent square, like a small knife cutting through Feng Xinglie's heartstrings:

"My lord, please help me, please help me, to avenge, to avenge."

Her voice was faint and weak, carrying an infinite longing for the mortal world, yet also mixed with boundless resentment and obsession.

Before the words were even finished, the hand that was stroking Feng Xinglie's cheek, trying to wipe away his tears, suddenly lost all support and strength.

Her slender fingers stiffened slightly, and then, like a broken jade lotus root with its string completely severed, it slid down helplessly with a trace of tragic bloodstains, finally falling into the pool of blood beside her.

The wind passed silently. "No—"

Looking at Jin Bingyun, whose body was limp and lifeless,
A desperate cry erupted from Feng Xinglie's throat, the sound hoarse and distorted, as if torn from the deepest part of his heart. Tears, like a burst dam, mingled with the bloodstains left on his wife's cheeks, gushing down his face.

He held her tightly, almost as if he wanted to crush her in his arms, the force of which seemed to be an attempt to use his body heat to revive her already cold body, or as if he wanted to inject all his life force into her.

In front of the Golden Roof Hall, Abbess Miejue couldn't help but frown.

Jin Bingyun's identity is unknown, and her sudden attack on her is also unclear.

Abbess Miejue's original intention was not to kill Jin Bingyun, but simply to subdue her.

Therefore, Abbess Miejue had already reduced 70% of her palm strike the moment it approached Jin Bingyun.

Even a martial artist who has returned to the Innate Realm should only be seriously injured, not killed outright.

This scene even made Abbess Miejue somewhat puzzled.

However, all eyes were on Feng Xinglie, who was holding Jin Bingyun and crying bitterly.

Standing in front of the Golden Cauldron Hall, Gu Shaoan looked at Feng Xinglie, who was consumed by grief and indignation, and at Jin Bingyun's face in Feng Xinglie's arms. As if he had discovered something, Gu Shaoan suddenly let out a soft "Eh" in his heart.

Then, looking at Feng Xinglie, a thought suddenly popped into Gu Shaoan's mind.

A cold, electric light suddenly flashed in the depths of his deep eyes.

Like a giant jigsaw puzzle shrouded in mist, a crucial, long-hidden piece was instantly captured and perfectly placed!

All the clues, which were originally like scattered stars, were suddenly connected by an invisible thread!
"I see."

At that moment, all of Gu Shaoan's doubts suddenly became clear.

Immediately afterwards, a mocking sneer crept onto Gu Shaoan's lips.

"That's really something, they went to great lengths!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Shaoan, who had remained motionless since appearing outside the Golden Summit Hall with Abbess Miejue and the others, suddenly moved.

When everyone was silent, Gu Shaoan's sudden movement naturally drew everyone's attention instantly.

Even Abbess Miejue and Abbess Juechen watched Gu Shaoan quietly.

Looking at the figure that had attracted everyone's attention, the old Taoist priest wearing a bamboo hat couldn't help but smack his lips as he watched the figure that had instantly captured everyone's attention.

"This young man's demeanor is exactly the same as the old Taoist priest's when he was young."

Finally, the old Taoist priest suddenly turned his head and looked towards the southeast entrance leading to the mountaintop.

"What exactly is this guy up to? He's been here for so long and hasn't made a move at all?"

At the entrance of the Golden Cauldron Hall, facing everyone's gaze, Gu Shaoan did not use his lightness skill, but instead walked forward unhurriedly, as if strolling leisurely in a garden.

But Gu Shaoan paused when he reached Huang Xuemei's side.

There was no deliberate attempt to look up, nor any humble posture of looking up.

He paused slightly, then his eyes met Huang Xuemei's.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment at that instant.

In that instant when their eyes met, Huang Xuemei's cold expression, which seemed to have been sculpted from ancient ice, seemed to be gently touched by an invisible warm sun, and quietly melted away a little.

The indifferent killing intent and haughty disdain in her eyes were like the surface of an ancient well with a pebble thrown in, rippling out a circle of extremely subtle yet real waves, softening the atmosphere somewhat.

Gu Shaoan looked at her, a gentle smile naturally appearing on his lips. His voice was clear and melodious, like a mountain stream flowing through the air, and carried clearly to her: "Thank you for your trouble."

Huang Xuemei nodded very slightly, the movement so subtle as to be almost imperceptible, yet it seemed to be the greatest response she could give at that moment.

"It should!"

After saying those words, Gu Shaoan smiled slightly, turned around, and walked towards Feng Xinglie in the arena once again.

"What do you want to do?"

Seeing Gu Shaoan walk towards Feng Xinglie, Zong Yue instantly flashed and blocked the way between Feng Xinglie and Gu Shaoan.

At the same time, at Shi Huolong's signal, the leaders of the Hai Sha Gang and Chang Le Men followed suit and stood together beside Zong Yue.

Despite facing Zong Yue and his group blocking his way, Gu Shaoan did not stop walking at all, and did not even glance at them out of the corner of his eye.

The gentle warmth he had shown when facing Huang Xuemei had completely vanished from his exceptionally handsome face, leaving only an absolute calm like a deep pool or an ancient well, and a faint, yet chilling, mocking curve at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Gu Shaoan's posture, Zong Yue's face darkened completely.

Seeing Gu Shaoan still walking towards them step by step, not taking him, the vice sect leader of the Evil Sect, seriously at all, a ruthless glint flashed in Zong Yue's eyes.

"You're courting death!" After letting out a sharp shout, Zong Yue's internal energy surged violently. The muscles in his right arm bulged, his five fingers curled into eagle claws, and with a piercing whistling sound, it was wrapped with sharp energy that could tear through steel. He grabbed and grabbed at Gu Shaoan's shoulder without reservation and viciously!

As Zong Yue made his move, Shi Huolong's eyes lit up, and he quickly spoke up.

Then, together with the others, they rushed towards Gu Shaoan.

However, Gu Shaoan remained indifferent to the actions of Zong Yue and his group, and he didn't even glance at them from beginning to end.

However, just as Zong Yue's eagle claw, carrying the force of wind and thunder, was about to touch Gu Shaoan's robes with its sinister aura, Gu Shaoan's forward-moving foot landed precisely on the ground.

It's just a matter of taking one step to land.

"Boom!"

The sound of footsteps landing on the bluestone slabs was not earth-shattering, but rather deep and resonant, like the first sound of a drum from the ancient wilderness, carrying a peculiar rhythm that instantly drowned out all the shouts, howls of wind, and frantic breathing!

To everyone else, Gu Shaoan's landing step was extremely elegant and composed.

Her movements were ethereal, like walking among the clouds, her white robes fluttering, utterly devoid of any worldly air. There was no hint of resistance; it was as if she were performing a solitary dance that transcended the mortal world.

But just as those seemingly powerless steps landed completely...

Centered on Gu Shaoan's landing point, Gu Shaoan was surrounded by invisible energy.

As these powerful energies reverberated, Gu Shaoan's ethereal, otherworldly aura seemed to intensify even further.

But for Zong Yue and the others, when Gu Shaoan took that step, everything around them, even the entire world, seemed to change.

The air seemed to have turned into thick, heavy lead and mercury, and the sunlight seemed to have dimmed a bit.

Whether it was Zong Yue or Shi Huolong, Liu Changle and the others who followed closely behind, they all felt an overwhelming, unstoppable pressure, as if a vast, deep sea were collapsing down on them, like an invisible mountain of millions of people crashing down on them from the sky above their heads.

The immense pressure, like Mount Tai, struck them the moment it landed, causing Zong Yue, Shi Huolong, and the others, who were completely unprepared, to freeze, and then their legs involuntarily slammed into the ground.

"Bang, bang, bang"

“Click, click, click”

Until their knees slammed hard against the hard stone bricks on the ground.

As the stone bricks shattered, a crisp sound of bones cracking also came from their knees.

The excruciating pain overwhelmed Zong Yue and the others' consciousness like a tidal wave, causing them to let out a shrill scream.

Just as everyone was kneeling on the ground, Gu Shaoan happened to walk past Zong Yue.

At the same time, a soft voice rang out from Gu Shaoan's mouth.

"I don't like to waste time talking to dead people."

"Therefore, before I deal with you, I would like to ask you to kneel down and wait for your death."

　It's a bit late, only a little over 11,000 words in total. It's not that the author didn't want to finish early! It's just that the author couldn't show some subpar work to the big shots, could they? Originally, I wrote 15,000 words, but after deleting and revising, it's only a little over 11,000 words left! The author feels even more sorry for deleting so many words every day!

　　
　
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