From Zhao Jiusha's words, the disciples of the Chongsheng Sect seemed to see a pregnant woman with a bulging belly. Her face was sad and helpless, and her eyes were tearing up. She begged and stumbled as she ran for her life.
However, no matter how she ran or how she begged, there was always a shadow following her like a demon from hell. The shadow was neither too far nor too close.
She was extremely calm and patient. Slowly, her stamina, energy, and the last bit of strength of a Dao Venerable was drained bit by bit. Finally, she appeared before the exhausted woman who had fallen to the ground and raised the butcher's knife high in the air …
From Zhao Jiusha's description, the disciples of the Chongsheng Sect could feel how helpless and desperate the woman was before her death!
"Not only that, when this woman was still breathing, under her desperate gaze, I took out the baby that was about to be born from her belly and killed it. I used the baby's skull to forge a dagger, which is the dagger in my hand right now!"
"This dagger not only contains the strength of a Dao Venerable, but it also contains the purest resentment of a baby that was about to be born but died a miserable death.
"In the years that followed, I used the blood and souls of countless innocent people to refine this dagger until it surpassed a superior-grade Dharma artifact. The aura of death and resentment on it can easily corrode and pierce through any defensive Dharma artifact!"
Swoosh!
With a light sound, Zhao Jiusha's figure appeared not too far away from Lin Buzheng. He was faintly discernible, and didn't attack Lin Buzheng. Instead, he raised the dagger in his hand high into the air, as if to demonstrate his power. Lin Buzheng could clearly see the dense death aura and resentment swirling around the dagger.
At that moment, the disciples of the Chongsheng Sect finally understood why the dagger in Zhao Jiusha's hand was so sharp that it could cut through countless superior-grade Dharma artifacts.
Before a Dao Venerable's baby was born, it was still one with the mother. Their bodies were filled with energy and were naturally different from normal babies. Their bones were as hard as some of the highest grade Spiritual Gold.
Zhao Jiusha had used the skull of the Dao Venerable's baby, refined it with many spiritual materials, and sacrificed the lives, blood, and even souls of countless innocent people. The dagger contained an endless aura of death and resentment. It could easily corrode and destroy any Dharma artifact. It was not an exaggeration to call it a demonic artifact.
This method of refining weapons was cruel and bloody. Even the disciples of the Demonic Cult would not do it easily.
Under normal circumstances, if a martial artist were to use this method to refine an artifact, once it was discovered, he would definitely be condemned by the masses and spurned by tens of thousands of people. There would even be righteous people who would step forward to kill this person and exterminate the evil in order to uphold justice.
However, Zhao Jiu Sha's identity was different from the others. He was not just a lone cultivator in the world of martial arts, but the head disciple of one of the twelve peaks of the High Saint Clan. With the High Saint Clan as his backing, any cultivator who wanted to attack him would have to think twice.
"Disciple of the Mighty God Sect, you are no match for me. Surrender!
"In my eyes, there is no difference between the winner and the loser. There is only the living and the dead. I will give you one last chance. Surrender now, or the next time I attack, I will pierce your throat!
"You are no match for me. The Holy Son and Holy Daughter of the Chongsheng Sect are no match for me. I will defeat and kill all the martial geniuses I meet. Step by step, I will become the strongest in the martial world!"
Before his voice died away, Zhao Jiusha's body flashed and disappeared from Lin Buzheng's and the Chongsheng Sect's disciples' sight. However, the pressure on the latter did not lessen. Instead, it increased.
Everyone in the audience clearly knew that Zhao Jiusha's words were not a lie or a threat. Instead, they were the true thoughts in his heart. Since he had said so, if Lin Buzheng still did not surrender, Zhao Jiusha's next attack would definitely be aimed at his throat and mercilessly reap his life!
At that moment, the entire place fell into a dead silence. Everyone's gaze was focused on Lin Buzheng, waiting for him to make his decision.
Although Lin Buzheng had cultivated his True Qi, Soul, Qi and Blood, and Daoist Heart to the peak, and his strength was unfathomable, the strange graveyard he was in had completely suppressed his strength.
After fighting against Zhao Jiusha for several hours, his body was covered in blood and he was exhausted. He was slowly losing the upper hand, and no matter how one looked at it, the battle did not bode well for him.
If Lin Buzheng refused to surrender, Zhao Jiusha's dagger would pierce his throat in the next second.
But if he surrendered, Lin Buzheng, as a disciple of the Mighty God Sect, would lose all his face and reputation, which was more precious than his life.
At that moment, Lin Buzheng was stuck in a dilemma!
At that moment, Lin Buzheng's towering figure stood on the spot like a mountain. His expression was calm and unperturbed.
However, everyone knew that under Lin Buzheng's calm appearance, he might be making an intense decision in his heart.
"You disgust me."
Amidst the silence, Lin Buzheng spoke in a calm voice.
This one sentence clearly showed that everyone present had guessed wrongly. Lin Buzheng's heart was as calm as he appeared to be on the surface from the beginning to the end.
These few words clearly expressed Lin Buzheng's final decision.
"I never thought that a cultivator would actually take pleasure in slaughtering the innocent, taking pleasure in harming those who are weaker than themselves, and shamelessly using cultivation as an excuse."
"Yurou once told me about your life. When I heard that you killed an Earth-Grade Venerable with your mid-stage Spirit Dao cultivation base, I thought you were powerful and had a shocking trump card."
"However, after listening to your story, I realized that I was wrong. You did not kill an Earth-Grade Venerable with your strength. You killed a seriously injured mother who was about to give birth. This was not a battle, but a massacre!"
"When you killed innocent people, how could you remain indifferent when you heard their cries and wails? You heard a mother begging for her child for nine days and nine nights, yet you still killed her. What kind of heart do you have? "
"What these massacres have worn away is not your flaws, but your humanity!"
"Although your heart remained cold and you maintained absolute rationality in battle, you also lost hope and lost your humanity. You no longer had anything that you valued, and you would never be able to erupt with power that surpassed everything. You gave up your greatest strength without realizing it. I don't know if you are pitiful or laughable! "
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