"How beautiful! What a warm light!"
"The souls have all been released. Is that the Six Paths of Reincarnation?"
"The mother and son are finally free!"
The spectators widened their eyes as they watched the scene in silence. A warm feeling welled up in their hearts. Some of the disciples of the Chongsheng Sect were so touched that tears welled up in their eyes.
In the world of martial arts, there was no lack of shameless people like Zhao Jiusha, who slaughtered the weak to strengthen themselves. However, there were even more people who were benevolent and kind. Perhaps they were as insignificant as ants in the darkness, but they would never be twisted like maggots. When the sun rose, they would always instinctively embrace the light.
"Martial arts and benevolence are enough to become saints."
The leader of the Chongsheng Sect sighed as he watched the scene.
The words he said were originally spoken by the founding ancestor of the Chongsheng Sect. As the teachings of the Chongsheng Sect, they were passed down from generation to generation.
However, from the looks of the battle, compared to the disciples of the sect, Lin Buzheng, as a foreign martial artist, had a deeper understanding of the true meaning of the teachings of the Chongsheng Sect.
"I hope that the Chongsheng Sect will not repeat the same mistakes," Su Lie said calmly.
Su Lie spoke indifferently. Even though his voice was calm, there was a hidden meaning within it, and it obviously contained a trace of warning.
"Rest assured, Uncle-Master Su. The Chongsheng Sect has learned its lesson. We will not go down the wrong path again."
The leader of the Chongsheng Sect replied immediately. His attitude was extremely solemn and serious.
Although the name of the Chongsheng Sect had the word "saint" in it, the sect was not an absolutely righteous one.
Venerating saints, venerating saints. What they venerated was their own holiness.
If one was benevolent, righteous, and bathed in light, then they would respect justice and light.
However, if one fell into the demonic path and became bloodthirsty, then black and white would be inverted. They would not be able to distinguish right from wrong, and venerate evil as saints.
In reality, in ancient times, the Chongsheng Sect did have a vague doctrine. It distorted the human form and fell into the dark path, bringing endless bloodshed to the world of martial arts.
At the critical moment, if the Ancestral Patriarch of the Chongsheng Sect had not come out of seclusion and set things right, the Chongsheng Sect would have been long gone.
In today's world, although the Chongsheng Sect was a righteous Sect, there was no lack of disciples like Zhao Jiusha, who used the Dao of slaughter and blood to quickly increase their cultivation base.
Although the actions of these disciples could not be compared to the evil deeds of the ancestors of the Reverence Sect who had fallen into darkness in ancient times, they still showed signs of approaching the evil path.
It was not hard to imagine that now that Su Lie had pointed out this possibility, the Chongsheng Sect would have to face a great purge to prevent the dark forces in the Sect from awakening and counterattacking.
Patter!
Lin Buzheng walked toward Zhao Jiusha after releasing the soul from the White Bone Dagger. He searched Zhao Jiusha's body without hesitation and took out dozens of Spirit Stones and Spirit Talismans.
While Lin Buzheng searched him, Zhao Jiusha was lying on the ground, motionless.
Although he was only lightly injured, he did not resist. His eyes were dull and lifeless, and his face was covered with a layer of death.
Zhao Jiusha fought against Lin Buzheng. Although it seemed like he was only lightly injured, the truth was that his martial path, his killer's heart, and everything else had completely crumbled with his defeat.
Even if his injuries were healed, his shattered killer's heart would never recover.
From now on, his Martial Dao cultivation would rapidly decline until he became the same as the ordinary people he had wantonly slaughtered and humiliated in the past.
However, the difference was that ordinary people could still step onto the path of martial arts and soar into the sky. Zhao Jiusha, on the other hand, would forever be an ordinary man with no chance of making a comeback.
Although the heart of Dao could not be seen, could not be touched, and was extremely mysterious, it truly existed.
Once a martial artist's belief was broken, their heart of Dao would crumble, and the consequences would be far more serious than physical injuries or soul injuries.
Because of this, when a martial artist's cultivation base was low, they could focus on martial cultivation. However, once their cultivation base reached a certain level, they would have to interrogate themselves and polish their heart of Dao to be unyielding and unblemished.
Otherwise, once their heart of Dao was broken, all of their cultivation base, strength, and opportunities would be like the ebbing tide. They would return to their original state, and all of their efforts would be for naught.
Buzz!
As Lin Buzheng took away Zhao Jiusha's spiritual talisman, the laws of heaven and earth of the Little World of Hundred Battles appeared once again.
Thousands of laws intertwined with each other and formed a mysterious space door that teleported Zhao Jiusha out in the blink of an eye.
"It's over!"
Lin Buzheng's last punch was so powerful that it could even kill a powerhouse half a step into the Dao Realm. If it had landed on Zhao Jiusha, it would have turned him into a pile of meat paste.
However, Zhao Jiusha was a disciple of the Chongsheng Sect after all. At the last moment, Lin Buzheng had retracted most of his power, and he was only slightly injured.
As for Zhao Jiusha's broken heart of Dao, it was destroyed by Lin Buzheng. But in the end, it was because his heart of Dao was twisted. He had been on the wrong path since the beginning. Now that he had collapsed, it was the result of karma, and it had nothing to do with anyone else.
"Time to go!"
"I've wasted too much time in this trial. I have to finish this as soon as possible!"
Lin Buzheng mumbled to himself. Though he had defeated the terrifying assassin Zhao Jiusha, he did not look proud at all. Striding forward, he left the strange graveyard.
"What a powerful soul, what a tenacious heart of martial arts!"
"Such a state of mind, who is weaker than him?"
"If this person joins the Chongsheng Sect, I'm afraid he will be the next Deva!"
The spectating disciples of the Chongsheng Sect looked at Lin Buzheng's tall and dignified figure. Though they were on different sides, their hearts were filled with admiration and respect.
Not long ago, when Hui Miao had the upper hand, she had mysteriously lost to Lin Buzheng. This made most of the spectating disciples of the Chongsheng Sect think that Lin Buzheng was despicable and shameless, and that he had used some dirty tricks to win.
But now, seeing that not only had Lin Buzheng defeated Zhao Jiusha, but he had also crushed the assassin's heart, no matter how stupid the spectators were, they understood that Lin Buzheng's heart of Dao must have been thoroughly tempered, and was extremely powerful.
Moreover, based on his words that resonated with the hearts of everyone in the Martial Dao, his mental state had surely far surpassed his peers, and he'd attained a height that caused them to look up to him like a great mountain, and it was impossible for them to reach in their entire lifetimes!
Boom!
Next, Lin Buzheng did not hold back and completely released his aura.
His figure fluttered in the wind as he flew above the Nine Heavens, like an immortal king descending to the Nine Heavens. He flew toward the depths of the Hundred Battles Small World.
In the process, Lin Buzheng met many disciples of the Chongsheng Sect.
Some of them had high cultivation and were the peerless experts of the Three Palaces and Seven Halls of the Chongsheng Sect. Some of them had average strength, similar to the few disciples of the Chongsheng Sect that Lin Buzheng had defeated before.
When these people saw Lin Buzheng, they all had different reactions. Some of them were full of fighting spirit, and attacked Lin Buzheng with murderous intent. Some of them paled and ran away at once.
But no matter how strong these disciples of the Chongsheng Sect were, or how they reacted, Lin Buzheng defeated them with one move from hundreds of feet away.
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