He Yi's loud shout was like a clap of thunder, instantly silencing the entire place. Countless gazes landed on the sharp longsword that was as bright as autumn water in his hand.
In the crowd, Fan Tui and Chen He's expressions turned extremely ugly. On the other side of the crowd, Old Ma frowned and shook his head.
While everyone's attention was attracted by He Yi, Old Ma glanced to the side and was suddenly stunned. He saw a strange expression on Lu Chen's face.
There seemed to be a sudden blankness on his face. His mouth was still tightly shut, and his eyes flickered with uncertainty. He stared blankly at the execution rack in the distance. His gaze only stopped on the Evil Sect spy who had already completely lost the ability to resist and had become the prey of others.
A wave of cheers suddenly erupted from the surrounding crowd. At first, it was those mortal villagers without any cultivation. Their feelings were the simplest and most direct. Their hatred towards the Evil Sect was the most straightforward. After He Yi shouted, these mortals quickly started cursing. They cursed the person who was tied up to 18 generations of his ancestors. Some even threw a large pile of rocks, junk and rubbish.
Then, it was the cultivators in the crowd. Those rogue cultivators with the lowest cultivation were a little agitated. There were also noises. The rest of the people would be quiet for a while but most of them were watching coldly from the sidelines. They definitely did not have any intention to disturb.
Those clamorous and crazy cursing voices reverberated nearby. Lu Chen stood in the crowd. His expression gradually turned indifferent. He then stared deeply at the person who was about to die.
Old Ma seemed to have thought of something. His expression changed slightly. He wanted to speak but stopped. A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He then sighed softly. But in the end, he did not do anything. Or maybe he could not do anything.
The whistling sound of the drums was like a tidal wave, surging forward violently. It could be seen that the Evil Cult's malicious reputation had already penetrated deep into the hearts of the people of the world, coming wave after wave from all directions to the scene.
He Yi stood under the execution rack, a strange feeling welled up in his heart at this moment. Towards the evildoer of the Evil Cult behind him, he of course did not have any sympathy. In reality, his hatred with the Evil Cult was as deep as the sea, and because he had been investigating this matter for the past few days, he was arranged to come here today to personally kill the evil person.
But no matter what, the Evil Cult spy who was tied to the execution rack did not have any power to fight back. After being caught yesterday, the Kunlun Party did not treat him politely. After forcing him to say everything that he should know, what awaited him was today's ending.
Perhaps in the past, the Kunlun Party would have been merciful enough to lock up such people, but this time, the order passed down from above was unusually decisive and fierce.
Nobody questioned this order, even that Yuanying Zhenren who often disagreed with Reverend Idle Month these few days did not dare to question it. The time is right, the Evil Cult evildoer has forced our Kunlun too far, Kunlun will definitely not be lenient.
He Yi coldly laughed but in his heart, he did not feel too pleased with himself. With his knowledge and current skills, he did not feel that standing here today would be a particularly glorious thing. But the ones who arranged for him to come here were the Sect Leader Zhenren and his teacher, he had to come.
They probably felt that this was for their own good, they could vent their resentment, or maybe they could increase their reputation in front of the crowd.
He Yi's expression was cold and indifferent, yet he laughed with ridicule in his heart. For some unknown reason, another extremely tall figure had suddenly appeared in his mind at this moment, and it was like an insurmountable mountain, like the lofty Kunlun Mountains.
He closed his eyes to compose himself, then indifferently extended his sharp sword and placed it across the neck of the Evil Cult spy.
In an instant, the surrounding crowd was in an uproar. Everyone widened their eyes and looked at the point where the sharp sword connected with the flesh, anticipating the moment when blood splattered!
Blood seemed to always be able to stimulate the hearts of people.
It had never been the same since ancient times.
In the corner of the crowd, Chen He's eyes were slightly closed, his lips moving slightly, as though he was softly reciting some scripture. Fan Tui, on the other hand, had a cold gaze and stared at He Yi's face like a sharp sword.
Further away, Old Ma looked at Lu Chen with a hint of worry in his eyes.
Lu Chen's breathing was a little hurried, the corners of his eyes twitching slightly.
Everything seemed to be waiting for that moment.
In front of the mountain gate of Kunlun, all sounds suddenly disappeared. It was silent.
Everyone held their breath and stared, waiting for the arrival of death!
…
The long sword suddenly shone brightly. It was bright and dazzling, like a brilliant ray of sunset in autumn. It was also like a willow leaf that floated past in spring. It was beautiful but brief, flashing across the sky.
That person's head was lifted up by the long sword and was seen by the world. That face was young and handsome. There were traces of blood and he looked a little haggard. His eyebrows, his eyes, his mouth, and his ears were no different from those of an ordinary person.
He seemed to have been unconscious all this while. However, perhaps the coldness of the long sword had woken him up, or perhaps the roaring curses had woken him up, the young man suddenly opened his eyes.
The first thing that was reflected in his eyes was the dazzling radiance of the sword. The image of the sharp sword filled his eyes, and the entire world turned cold.
In that instant, he seemed to have suddenly seen everything around him clearly. The sharp sword, He Yi, the execution rack, and the countless onlookers. In that instant, his entire body seemed to tremble, and there was an unconcealable fear in him. However, when the radiance of the sword swept across the sky and landed on him, the young man suddenly quietened down.
He laughed out loud.
He tried his best to raise his head and look at the clear and bright sky.
The sky was blue, and it was like a gentle gaze. At the same time, it was like a boundless ocean. The waves were about to drown him and merge his body into the clear sky.
The young man's face suddenly lit up. It was as if he had seen a magnificent scenery. The crowd was in an uproar, and they were all shocked. Chen He and Fan Tui's bodies trembled at the same time. There was shock on their faces, and a glint of tears flashed past Fan Tui's eyes.
In the distance, Lu Chen suddenly took a step forward. His expression was a little twisted. However, at that moment, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed him.
That hand was plump and warm, and it was as strong as iron.
Lu Chen immediately quietened down and lowered his head.
"The descent of a true god, the unification of the three realms …"
The young man suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice was as shrill as a cicada in autumn, and it shook people's hearts. However, after a moment, all the sounds stopped.
It stopped at the bright radiance of the sword.
He Yi calmly and calmly swung his sword, chopping off the young man's head.
The decapitated head landed on the ground and rolled forward for a while. Following that, fresh blood spurted out and splattered all over the place.
It was so red that it was glaring and suffocating.
There was a look of disgust in He Yi's eyes. He retreated and avoided the spurt of fresh blood. Then, he slowly turned around, faced the crowd, and raised his sword.
Drops of blood dripped down from the blade of the sword.
It dyed the ground and the eyes of the people in the surroundings red.
"Ah …" A wave of cheers erupted from the crowd. Laughter and shocked cries mixed together. Coupled with the countless faces with different expressions, it was like a painting of the world. When one looked at the scene of fresh blood with a tinge of bloodiness, it was like a painting of a hundred ghosts at night.
…
The gazes of many people landed on He Yi.
With awe and envy.
He Yi took two steps forward and said in a clear voice, "This bastard is a spy of the Devil Cult. He secretly sneaked into our Kunlun school. He has been scheming and has committed many evil deeds. Just a few days ago, he became even more ferocious and plotted to kill Zhang Zhi, a disciple of our Kunlun school. The brutality of his methods is truly outrageous."
At this point, He Yi's voice became much lower. He looked around at the countless people around him and said, "When I saw Junior Martial Brother Zhang's corpse that day, I only had four words, 'too horrible to look at'! The evildoer of the Devil Cult has committed all kinds of evil deeds. Although the heaven and earth have the virtue of cherishing life, our Kunwu disciples will never die in vain. Our Kunlun Party will never allow such evildoers to do whatever they want in our school! "
"Today's punishment is our Kunlun Party enforcing justice on behalf of the heaven!"
This last sentence was said with a sonorous tone and imposing manner. For a moment, everyone turned to look at He Yi, who casually tossed his sharp sword into the air. He then turned around and strode away, heading straight for Kunlun Mountain.
Behind him, there was a sudden sound of wind. The sound was sharp and the sound of the air being torn apart instantly became urgent. The long sword descended from the sky like a sharp blade of the heavens. It was unstoppable and went straight into the torture rack. With a "poof", it pierced into the chest of the corpse and came out!
The crowd was silent for a moment. Suddenly, a deafening cheer erupted. Countless people were cheering for him, especially the mortals who had no cultivation. They were extremely excited and shouted with all their might.
Fan Tui, who was in the crowd, was so angry that his entire body was trembling. He gritted his teeth and forcefully suppressed the roar in his heart. He used the softest voice he could muster to shout angrily to Chen He, who was beside him, "This bastard. I, I, I must kill this person!"
Chen He nodded slowly. His eyes also looked toward the back of Kunlun Mountain with a cold gaze.
…
That day, the Kunlun Party publicly executed a traitor of the Evil Sect. They announced that it was this person who had plotted against and killed their servant, Zhang Zhi. It had only been a few days since Zhang Zhi's death. The Kunlun Party's thunderous and iron-blooded determination shook the mountains and rivers.
The blood-stained torture rack was erected outside of Kunlun Mountain. It was not taken down for many days, and no one collected the corpse of the Evil Sect's demon.
After this incident, the atmosphere in the Kunlun Party suddenly changed. Zhenren Idle Month's reputation soared, and the voices of criticism immediately decreased. Qian Deng, Ming Zhu, and the rest of the Yuanying Zhenren also expressed their appreciation for this. They praised Zhenren Idle Month's methods and said that he was a great talent with deep foresight and decisiveness. This was a blessing for the entire Kunlun Party.
On the night of that day, when the moon rose once again, the sky was dark.
Lu Chen sat alone on the cliff of the Flying Goose Platform. He looked up at the cold and lonely moon with a cold expression. He thought to himself, 'There are only four days left until the night of the full moon.'
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