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Thus, he sighed in his heart and had no choice but to sever his own arm.

As his arm broke off, Jin Cheng's complexion instantly turned deathly pale.

However, upon seeing Jin Cheng truly sever his arm, Mo Junhao revealed a face full of shock and alarm, and exaggeratedly exclaimed, "Oh my, why did you actually cut off your own arm? I was just joking with you! Our Sect of the Righteous Blade is a reputable orthodox sect, such an act simply besmirches our sect's name!"

Upon hearing this, Jin Cheng's face turned alternatively green and white, having been angered to the extreme.

But he didn't dare to express his anger.

"What's the matter? Not speaking, are you mute or are you plotting to tarnish the reputation of our Sect of the Righteous Blade?" Mo Junhao said, his expression turning cold again. His eyes mocked Jin Cheng as he looked at him.

What he enjoyed most was watching these ants struggle in futility.

"Please, Brother Mo, keep an eye on this man for now, I suspect he's well-acquainted with him. Perhaps he's a conspirator from the Demonic Path!" Ling Shuangtian spoke up at this moment, his expression somewhat unfriendly.

After all, Jin Cheng was about to take off just like that when he was supposed to get the arm of the Nine Orifices Martial Demon, what did it mean?

Listening to Ling Shuangtian's sanctimonious words, Jin Cheng couldn't help but laugh, finding it all exceedingly ironic. An associate of the Demonic Path, it was a catch-all accusation indeed.

Without meaning to, Jin Cheng thought back to an incident he stumbled upon once.

When a prominent Tan family was executed in the Zi Xuan Empire, the mere suspicion of collusion with the Tan family was enough to slaughter one completely, with the imperial court not bothering to pursue the matter further.

This world, indeed, was far from black and white.

Jin Cheng was filled with emotion when he suddenly noticed a streak of Bloody Sword Qi on his hand, without knowing when it had appeared.

This streak of Bloody Sword Qi clung to the arm he had severed.

At that moment, a surge of power emanated from the Bloody Sword Qi, lifting the severed arm into the air, and then it slashed towards Mo Junhao.

Slice!

Like cutting through tofu, this disciple of the Sect of the Righteous Blade whom Jin Cheng feared greatly and dared not defy, was split in two without even a chance to scream.

However, this was because the Bloody Sword Qi was too fast.

Mo Junhao quickly realized what had happened, as the intense pain seemed to tear his soul apart.

"Ah—"

A pitiful wail only then rose but stopped abruptly as the throat was split vertically, and as his cultivator's powers dispersed, the scream halted suddenly.

Two parts of Mo Junhao fell down, and with them a bunch of things hidden in his sleeve.

The Bloody Sword Qi then left Jin Cheng, and after hovering briefly, positioned itself behind Tan Shuchang.

"You dare to kill Brother Mo!"

Seeing this scene, Ling Shuangtian was both anxious and enraged. His eyes bloodshot, he roared, "You must die! No one can save you! I swear I will have you flayed and dismembered!"

Since he had left the mountain, Mo Junhao had always protected him. There were several times when the Sword Son wanted to beat him, and it was Brother Mo Junhao who stepped in to take the hits.

"Don't be hasty, would you prefer to end up in two pieces like your Brother Mo, or would you rather go the way of a senior of your Sect of the Righteous Blade, what was his name, oh right, Qian Zhenzi. I chopped that old senior into eight pieces back then, wonder how you feel about that?" Tan Shuchang spoke without a trace of anger, his tone calm as he asked.

Fearing Ling Shuangtian might struggle with the choice, he deliberately described it very clearly.

Ling Shuangtian's angry shouting came to an abrupt halt.

He glared with wide eyes, looking at Tan Shuchang with a mix of shock and uncertainty.

And at that moment, the proud young girl, who hadn't spoken until now, finally asked, "Are you Tan Shuchang?"

But her pride had been from a moment earlier.

For after voicing this question, she became filled with terror and also posed the same question Qiu Junlin had asked, "Why are you still here in Qitian Pavilion?"

The young girl felt as if she had seen a ghost.

After killing several of her Immortal Sect's elders, shouldn't he be lying low? Why was he brazenly appearing at Qitian Pavilion, truly thinking the Zi Xuan Empire could protect him?

To put it unpleasantly, Zi Xuan was nothing but a dog raised by the Immortal Sect for that great Pavilion Master.

And as the girl's words fell, Ling Shuangtian also began to show colors of fright. Before he descended the mountain, he had heard that several elders within the sect were slain by a demon, in the end, they could only send the useless Son of the Heavenly Mandate back at the risk of their lives.

What he never expected was that as soon as he left the mountain, he would also run into this demon!

Fortunately, at this moment, a figure appeared, shielding Ling Shuangtian and the girl behind him. This was an old man in a gray robe, with white hair and beard, yet his skin was as smooth as a baby's.

This was a cultivator of a hundred years.

"I am Kumu, and it has been half a Jiazi since I last descended Mount Tushen. I did not expect that on a whim, I would come down today and encounter such an exceptional genius like you, young brother! If it were not for the edict from the Ancestor, I would say that you are the Son of the Heavenly Mandate!

Barely of age, yet with demonic powers, you have already seized the creation of heaven and earth!"

The gray-robed elder spoke, and with his words, he aired Tan Shuchang's secrets quite thoroughly.

In the world of immortal cultivation, "seizing the creation of heaven and earth" can be a compliment, but it can also be a standard description of one's power.

However, Tan Shuchang showed no sign of surprise on his face. Hearing this, he only waved his hand and said, "Senior, you're stating the obvious. I have already cut down quite a few of your nephews. If I didn't have the strength, it wouldn't have been possible!"

"Right, right, look at my memory, I'm getting old and muddled. But, young brother, among them, there were actually three who were my disciples, not my nephews..."

As the gray-robed elder spoke these words, the world instantly turned colder.

An unimaginable chill swept over the bodies of the cultivators present, and on the ground, the chill solidified into frost, blanketing everything in a layer of white.

"Young brother, do you understand the pain of a white-haired person sending off a black-haired person? I couldn't even manage to bring back their corpses..." the gray-robed elder continued, and the chill in the air became even more severe than before.

Despite the absence of falling snowflakes, the chill at this moment was unbearable even for those who had been practicing for half a Jiazi.

This was the realm of the Sword Master of Heaven and Earth!

"Senior, you are mistaken, this is a case of a white-haired person sending off another white-haired person..." However, at this time, a quiet voice arose. With the appearance of this voice, the chilling aura that had enveloped the world vanished without a trace.

Only the dew on the ground and the droplets on the cultivators' bodies remained as proof that there had indeed been a dreadful chill that permeated the air, one that had been controlled to prevent lethal harm.

"Young brother is formidable." After a moment of silence, the gray-robed elder named Kumu slowly spoke.

"Senior's Sword Master of Heaven and Earth is indeed terrifying. If one could implant a Sword Imprint, it would certainly be proof of enlightenment." Tan Shuchang also slowly spoke, saying this offhand.

Whether it was true or not, who cared at that moment?

Out in the world, not only is your identity what you make of it, but you can also ascribe identities to others.

For instance, if he said that this Senior Kumu was close to achieving enlightenment, then why couldn't it be said?

After Tan Shuchang finished speaking, the gray-robed elder Kumu was stunned, and for a moment, his gaze upon Tan Shuchang turned uncertain.

Enlightenment?

Did it mean that as long as he could imprint a Sword Imprint, he would be able to advance further and enter the realm of the Ancestors?

Was this his path forward?

In an instant, Kumu seemed to see his path ahead.

As a result, the once placid depths of Kumu's heart were troubled, and even the deaths of his three direct disciples began to seem relatively unimportant.

After all, if the disciples had died, they had simply died. He could always take on new ones once he attained immortality and longevity.

Consequently, Kumu's resignation to death dissipated, and the peak-level murderous intent he harbored also subsided.

Originally, he had intended to perish together with Tan Shuchang.

"Young brother, I wish to take away these two unworthy grand-disciples of mine as a favor to you." Kumu said, having decided he didn't want to die, he now intended to casually save these two juniors, so as not to lack an excuse for returning to the mountain.

"Respecting the old and cherishing the young is a virtue that we should all uphold. Senior, please do as you wish."

Kumu nodded, then he raised his hand and tossed something out.

It was a black stone fragment about the size of half a baby's palm. By its shape, this object appeared to be part of a skull.

And indeed it was, as Kumu stroked his white beard and said solemnly, "This is part of the head of a Nine Apertures Martial Demon. Consider it the repayment of the favor I owe you."