I saved the entire sect by playing idly by letting things fall apart.

He was furious.

"Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell!"

The sword spirit emerged from within, unleashing a violently surging killing intent aimed directly at the man before it. At close range, Shadow Strike's attack was guaranteed to kill.

There is absolutely no room for maneuver.

The smoky purple sword light filled the sky, and the dazzling light made their eyes sting slightly. Bright red blood gushed down, and for a moment, everyone's voice seemed to be tightly squeezed by a hand, unable to make a sound. Only a few gasps of shock remained.

Su Zhuo's voice trembled slightly, "Th-what kind of sword is that?"

Fang Zhiyao's eyes lit up, and she whispered, "The Shadow Sword, known for its speed."

"Of course I know that's a fleeting shadow. But isn't it just that it's faster?"

"Yes," Shen Ziwei chimed in, "We've heard Master mention Ye Qiao's spirit swords before, and Shadow Strike is the only one that prioritizes speed."

But nobody said that he was also skilled at killing.

Shadow is skilled in combat and can kill with a single blow by finding the enemy's weakness. The sword spirit takes form from it, and the young man's pale purple eyes are full of killing intent and ferocity. No one can see how the sword spirit made its move, and the evil cultivator was stabbed into a bloody hole.

The image was flashing like a madman, recklessly stabbing him.

In the blink of an eye, the man was covered in blood.

Everyone felt a pang of sorrow.

The surging sword intent of the fleeting shadow stirred up Bujianjun's eagerness to rush out and kill, driven by the competitive nature of sword spirits. Bujianjun drawled, "Qiaoqiao."

He had barely opened his mouth when Ye Qiao activated her domain, tilting her head to indicate, "Go."

She had been holding back from seeing Jun, waiting for this very moment.

To deal with evil cultivators, we still need these two assassination swords.

When Lueying thought about losing his wife, he couldn't hold back his tears.

It has to be said that after being transformed, Shadow's appearance is definitely that of a pure and innocent type.

Jun glanced at her and sneered. What a green tea b*tch.

Ahhh, the more Lueying thought about it, the more hatred she felt. A strong killing intent and violent aura intertwined, and the light purple sword energy filled the sky, staining half of the night. The sword shadows hanging high were like ghosts falling down, each move aimed at their vital points. Wherever the sword shadows went, the smell of blood lingered. Every move was decisive, and all of them fell to the ground in a miserable state of instant death.

Where the hell did that weapon come from?

The young man's snow-white face was stained with blood, and his head was tilted to the side. His beautiful and harmless face gave people a visual shock.

That's fierce.

But he was still crying.

That just proves a point.

The more pitiful the crying, the harder the beating.

"A crybaby?" Ye Qiao jumped to her feet, her voice rising, "What the hell?"

Is this the kind of personality the sword spirit has?

No, no, she had to put him back in. He shouldn't transform; it was too scary.

Ye Qiao was most afraid of crybabies.

No, this won't do.

Mingxuan was shocked: "Holy crap, he was yelling at me and then he cried?!"

Is there no justice in this world?

Should we take a look at those evil cultivators who died with their eyes wide open?

The two students exchanged a glance, both looking shocked.

As Bujianjun and Lueying were released one after another, Qin Huai tilted his head and gestured for Qingfeng Sword to join the battle. All three swords were of the killing type, but compared to the surging killing intent of Bujianjun, the other two orthodox sword spirits were more restrained.

But now, Shadow is going on a killing spree.

For the first time, I realized I was useless to Jun, how despicable! He's going to kill someone too.

Upon seeing this, Mu Li in his mind couldn't help but grit his teeth and sneer: "Ye Qiao, all you can do is play petty tricks."

"Indeed, as you said." Seeing that the battle had been disrupted by the two killing swords, she breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground. "Ugh, I'm so tired. I should have known better than to become a disciple. I only know how to use a few tricks, but as long as they're useful, that's fine."

She didn't understand why everyone thought she was being cunning. If she could just live a good life, she wouldn't want to be cunning. Being a disciple was too damn tiring; she wanted to go back to the countryside to farm.

Ye Qiao completely understood the Changming Sect's founder's desire to transform the sect into a pig farm.

Fighting and killing in the cultivation world is not as good as going home to farm.

Mu Li was like that heartless and wicked stepmother, still frantically questioning her about when she would find a body for her.

Ye Qiao rolled over and lay down in the pile of rubble to appease him, "Almost there, almost there, just a minute."

"Then hurry up." Mu Li gritted his teeth. If he still couldn't see through her words, he would have lived in vain.

"Yes, yes, yes." Ye Qiao smiled and said, "It'll be soon, but I didn't say exactly when."

He'll just have to wait and see.