The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

Dongfang Bubai laughed.

"I won... hahaha..."

Dongfang Bubai's laughter grew louder and louder.

Jiang Ning remained silent.

"Cough cough..."

Dongfang Bubai's loud laughter aggravated his wounds, causing him to vomit several more mouthfuls of blood.

"Master, Master, how are you?"

Yang Lianting looked flustered and hurriedly said.

Dongfang Bubai turned to look at Yang Lianting, who had now calmed down.

“Brother Lian…”

The life force within Dongfang Bubai was gradually fading; he was not far from death.

"Master."

Yang Lianting trembled as he wiped the blood from the corner of Dongfang Bubai's mouth with his hand, but no matter how he wiped, the blood wouldn't come off.

Seeing Yang Lianting's current state, Dongfang Bubai suddenly smiled, raised his hand with difficulty, and tried to stroke Yang Lianting's face.

"This...is...good enough..."

With each word Dongfang Bubai uttered, blood gushed uncontrollably from his mouth. After uttering the last word, Dongfang Bubai's head drooped, and his raised hand slammed to the ground.

"The leader? The leader! Dongfang Bubai!"

Sensing Dongfang Bubai's death, Yang Lianting cried out in panic.

But no matter how he called out, Dongfang Bubai did not respond.

"Master!!"

Yang Lianting shouted excitedly, but the next second he coughed incessantly and vomited several more mouthfuls, expelling fragments of organs along with fresh blood.

He was just an ordinary person who didn't know martial arts. He was already seriously injured when he was knocked down by Dongfang Bubai and fell onto the artificial hill. He was not long for this world.

As his vision blurred, Yang Lianting collapsed in front of Dongfang Bubai.

For some reason, Yang Lianting suddenly recalled the question that Dongfang Bubai had asked him before.

"If I said we'd leave this place, give up being cult leaders, and ignore all the conflicts in the martial world, becoming a pair of carefree hermits, living in seclusion in the mountains, would you be willing?"

Yang Lianting stared blankly at Dongfang Bubai, his lips slightly parted.

"I...am...willing..."

Yang Lianting died.

Jiang Ning approached the two men, his expression silent.

After a while.

Jiang Ning raised his sword, and a sword aura swept out, blasting a large crater in the ground. Then, with a wave of his hand, he placed the corpses of Dongfang Bubai and Yang Lianting, enveloped in his own qi, into the crater.

Jiang Ning immediately used his true energy again to bury the two corpses in the surrounding dust.

After doing all this, Jiang Ning turned and left.

The rain has stopped.

Chapter 791: The Victory is Decided, the Righteous Path Wins a Great Triumph

Jiang Ning, carrying the Zhenwu Sword, walked with difficulty to the tunnel and left.

Upon exiting the tunnel, Jiang Ning discovered a man guarding outside the stone house.

"Grand Uncle."

Jiang Ning was somewhat surprised that Feng Qingyang hadn't left yet.

Feng Qingyang visibly breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that it was Jiang Ning who came out.

"Well done."

Feng Qingyang didn't say much, only these four words.

"Grand Uncle, your injury..."

Jiang Ning glanced at Feng Qingyang's body and frowned slightly.

"It's okay, you won't die."

Feng Qingyang waved his hand.

"Grand Uncle, let's go back together after we wipe out the Demonic Sect."

Jiang Ning suggested.

"never mind."

Feng Qingyang shook his head and refused.

"I have been living in seclusion for a long time. This time I came out was just an accident. Now I am going back."

Jiang Ning paused for a moment before saying, "Thank you, Grandmaster Uncle, for restraining Dongfang Bubai. Otherwise, our righteous path would have suffered even more casualties in this attack on Blackwood Cliff."

"Hey."

Feng Qingyang laughed and said, "It's because you're so capable. If you weren't, I wouldn't be here risking my life."

At this point, Feng Qingyang couldn't help but sigh.

"Over the years, who has ever accomplished the feat of gathering all the righteous sects to attack Blackwood Cliff? Only you have done it, and you even defeated Dongfang Bubai."

"I lost."

Jiang Ning shook his head.

"what?"

Feng Qingyang's emotions were caught in his throat, and he turned to look at Jiang Ning in astonishment.

Jiang Ning then told Feng Qingyang about his final battle with Dongfang Bubai.

Feng Qingyang remained silent after hearing this.

"This Dongfang Bubai is also a remarkable person."

Feng Qingyang shook his head.

"But you don't need to be too discouraged. You are so young, yet you have the strength to fight him at his peak. Given time, the outcome might not be the same if you come back again. Besides, in a life-or-death battle, victory or defeat can be decided in an instant. Even a single mistake can determine the outcome."

"And even without this tortoise shell to block your fatal blow, you might not have really lost."

Even if Dongfang Bubai pierces Jiang Ning's heart with his sword at the last moment, Jiang Ning's sword will also slit Dongfang Bubai's throat. Both will die, and there will be no real winner.

Hearing Feng Qingyang's words of comfort, Jiang Ning smiled but remained silent.

He didn't show any signs of frustration or disappointment, but he still said something.

"Thank you for your guidance, Grand Uncle."

"All right."

Feng Qingyang pulled the sword out of the ground and then stood up.

"I am leaving."

Jiang Ning bowed.

"Respectfully seeing off Grand Uncle."

Feng Qingyang didn't turn around, he just waved his hand.

"What a pity that there isn't a single jar of good wine in this vast Blackwood Cliff."

Feng Qingyang left, muttering to himself.

After Feng Qingyang left, Jiang Ning walked towards the main hall.

The main hall was still empty at this time, but after a while, the sound of fighting came from below.

"Ning'er!"

Yue Buqun was the first to appear before Jiang Ning.

Upon seeing Jiang Ning, Yue Buqun's tense expression finally eased, but upon noticing the wounds on the other person's body, he became anxious again and hurriedly stepped forward.

"Ning'er, your injury..."

Jiang Ning shook his head and said, "Master, there is no need to worry. This disciple is fine."

Some of these injuries were superficial, while others were deep enough to expose the bone, but none of them were life-threatening.

Upon hearing this, Yue Buqun breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, "What about Dongfang Bubai...?"

If Jiang Ning can get injured even with his current strength, then the only option left is to fight Dongfang Bubai.

"he died."

Jiang Ning said calmly.

"Really?"

Yue Buqun subconsciously asked a question, but he knew Jiang Ning wouldn't lie, and was overjoyed after realizing what he had said.

"Good! Good!"

It can be said that after the Mount Hua Sword Tournament last year, Dongfang Bubai has always been a shadow in the hearts of Yue Buqun and many martial arts practitioners.

They feared that Jiang Ning would be no match for Dongfang Bubai. If even Jiang Ning were to fall, the entire martial arts world would truly be plunged into its darkest hour.

Thank goodness.

At this moment, the leaders of various sects also attacked.

"Alliance Leader."