Saint Xihua finally spoke. He had no other choice.
This time, it was not only Ye Futian who wanted to deal with him, but Princess Xia Qingyuan had also come with her people. He had no way out.
There was an area in the Holy Zhi Palace that was rarely visited. There were many tombstones there, and names were engraved on them. These names were the people of the Holy Zhi Palace who had died in the Sacred War.
At this time, Saint Xihua was taken here, on a scaffold in the middle of the tombstones.
Saint Xihua realized what was going to happen, and his face looked exceptionally pale.
In the Holy Zhi Palace, a group of figures gathered and stood behind Ye Futian, looking particularly solemn.
Saint Xihua was taken to the scaffold. Chains appeared out of thin air, locking his body, and even penetrating his bones, making it impossible for him to stand.
"Kneel," Ye Futian said coldly.
"Ye Futian, no matter what, I was once the Lord of Xihua Sacred Mountain, a giant in the Nine States. Now that I have been captured by you, you can kill me if you want. Why are you humiliating me like this?" Saint Xihua said angrily.
If he knelt down, would he be executed?
He was Saint Xihua.
The overlord of the Eastern State in the Nine States.
"You instigated the Great Zhou Sacred King and Saint Zhi to form an alliance and launch a Sacred War among the holy lands of the Nine States. How many people died because of this? Even if you die a million times, it will not be enough to atone for your crimes. What does this have to do with who you are and who you are?" Ye Futian's voice was calm and cold.
"Kneel and repent." As his voice fell, a terrible sword whistled past, piercing through Saint Xihua's legs and knees. Saint Xihua's legs were broken, and he knelt on the ground. His face was twisted, and he looked at Ye Futian with anger.
"Princess, I was once the Saint of Xihua Sacred Mountain in the Eastern State under His Majesty Emperor Xia. How can you do this?" Saint Xihua roared at Xia Qingyuan.
"You abandoned Xihua Sacred Mountain after being defeated and fled. How dare you call yourself the Saint of Xihua Sacred Mountain?" Xia Qingyuan looked indifferent. Above Saint Xihua's head, a group of figures appeared, including Douzhan, Xu Shang, Zhuge Qingfeng, and other saints of the Barren State.
Saintly might emanated from their bodies, and there was a terrible power of destruction that fell upon Xihua Sacred Mountain.
Today, the blood of Saint Xihua would be used to commemorate those who died in the battle of the Holy Zhi Palace.
Many disciples of the Holy Zhi Palace gathered there and stared ahead. All of them looked exceptionally solemn.
Among them, the eyes of those who had experienced the holy war several times were completely red, revealing faint tears. This was especially the case for those from the older generation, their emotions the greatest.
Those battles were too tragic.
The first time the Great Zhou Sacred King led an army to kill people, it almost destroyed the Holy Zhi Palace. At that time, Douzhan did not hesitate to sacrifice his life to bring the Divine Catastrophe to help in the battle, only to save the Holy Zhi Palace from being destroyed, giving the Holy Zhi Palace a chance to recover.
Later on, the most tragic and shocking battle broke out, and the Palace Lord's wife, Hua Jieyu, died in that battle.
Even though it had been a long time, it was still vivid in his mind when he thought about it.
For those who entered the Holy Zhi Palace later on, although the Holy Zhi Palace was now at its peak, the Sacred War had long become an immortal legend in the Barren State. Everyone who entered the Holy Zhi Palace remembered that period of history. Now that they came to the cemetery, they were affected by the atmosphere and looked extremely solemn.
Terrible holy light fell and fell on Saint Xihua, like the light of catastrophe.
Saint Xihua looked up at everyone angrily, his eyes red. Were they going to let him die in such a humiliating way?
He had looked at everything very calmly. Even if it was death, he had long been prepared, but Ye Futian did not want him to die so easily.
Instead, he wanted to nail the name of Saint Xihua to the pillar of shame of the Barren State.
"Kill." At this time, Ye Futian spat out a word. Suddenly, the five Palace Lords of the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State launched a devastating attack at the same time. Above the sky, it was like the end of the world. The terrible power penetrated directly, passing through the top of Saint Xihua's head.
Saint Xihua's body trembled violently, and his eyes were wide open, still showing humiliation and unwillingness. He roared, and blood flowed from his orifices. The destructive attacks continued to fall.
This was a punishment. In such a way, the life of Saint Xihua, who had once been the overlord of the Eastern State, was ended.
The life force of a cultivator of the Saint Plane was extremely tenacious. Saint Xihua struggled for a long time, and his life force finally dissipated completely. His body lay limply on the ground, turning into a corpse. An overlord had died in the Holy Zhi Palace mausoleum.
When he died, he was still kneeling there, with his head lowered, repentant. His body was chained to the stone monument, and it was truly miserable.
Ye Futian watched everything unfold calmly. There was no sympathy, no pity. Even if it was Saint Xihua, this was the punishment he deserved.
Behind him, someone handed Ye Futian a cup full of wine. He poured the wine in front of the mausoleum, and then bowed to the many mausoleums.
The Barren State was no longer the Barren State of the past, and the Holy Zhi Palace was no longer the Holy Zhi Palace of the past.
The Holy Zhi Palace would become the most powerful force in the Nine States in the future, a unique holy land for cultivation in the Nine States. Its disciples would be spread all over the world, and the cultivators of the Holy Zhi Palace, especially those who had personally participated in the Sacred War, would be proud of the resources and have a glorious future.
But the dead were gone. Those who had died for the Holy Zhi Palace, for them, not only would they not be able to see the glory of the Holy Zhi Palace today, but they would also never be able to enjoy everything after the glory of the Holy Zhi Palace.
Saying that they could rest in peace was nothing more than self-comfort.
Death was death, and there was only one life.
As if affected by the atmosphere, all the disciples of the Holy Zhi Palace bowed together with Ye Futian, solemn and respectful.
"Those who died in the battle, if their families are still alive, give them the best cultivation resources, and let elders teach them personally. Treat them well," Ye Futian said.
"Rest assured, Palace Lord, we have always done this," Sword Demon and the others came forward and said to Ye Futian.
Ye Futian nodded. In this way, he felt more at ease.
"Now, only Saint Ji of the Hall of Holy Light and the others are left," Ye Futian murmured. He wanted to see how long Saint Ji could hide.
Waiting for death was probably not a comfortable thing.
"Let's go." Ye Futian turned around, and the people of the Holy Zhi Palace made way for him.
At this time, Ye Futian had a thought in his mind. It was time for the position of Palace Lord of the Holy Zhi Palace to spread.
Now in the land of the Nine States, the position of the Holy Zhi Palace was as stable as Mount Tai, and no one could shake it. Everything was on the right track, and after he became a Saint, it was even more so. The remaining holy lands of the Nine States would naturally find out about the Upper Worlds. In addition to the death of Saint Xihua, when the Hall of Holy Light was destroyed, there was no need for him to continue as Palace Lord of the Holy Zhi Palace.
After all, he rarely returned to the Lower Worlds. The reason why he did not resign from this position was that the Holy Zhi Palace still needed him. He was a symbol, the symbol of the Holy Zhi Palace.
Ye Futian glanced at Douzhan beside him. Now in addition to this place, the Holy Zhi Palace had five other palaces, and Master Douzhan was in charge of the Central Palace. Moreover, Master was once the Palace Lord of the Battle Sage Palace, and his status was extremely high, second only to the Holy Sage Pavilion.
If he were to abdicate, Master would undoubtedly be the most suitable person to take over the position of the Holy Zhi Palace. The Holy Zhi Palace had always been Master's faith.
As for the matter of the Upper Worlds, although Saint Xihua had confessed, the outcome was worse than he had expected.
Saint Xihua knew too little. He only knew that a mysterious person had found him and asked him to act.
As for who the other party was, he had no idea. Moreover, the other party was good at disguising and hiding, and his arrangements were still flawless. What they could now be sure of was that there was indeed someone behind this matter. They already knew this, so it was not so important.
The key clues were still not found. This situation could be said to be flawless.
"Back when the Saint was hiding in the Upper Worlds, although he had ordered people to keep an eye on him, there were too many people he came into contact with. After such a long time, it was impossible to keep an eye on everyone. Since the other party was good at disguising their identity and was able to cover up the aura of the Saint Plane, I am afraid that it would be impossible to find them now," Xia Qingyuan said beside Ye Futian.
Ye Futian nodded lightly. "Now we can only rely on guessing and elimination. Princess, how many people or forces in the Upper Worlds of Emperor Xia's Realm do you think could pull this off?"
Xia Qingyuan glanced at Ye Futian. She naturally understood what he meant. To be able to set up such a meticulous plan without leaving a single flaw, and to be able to contact Xiao Sheng so that Xiao Sheng did not dare to speak in the end.
There were actually not many people like this in Emperor Xia's Realm.
Probably only those who stood at the very top could have such ability and influence.
"I will look into it carefully when I get back," Xia Qingyuan said.
"Thank you, Princess," Ye Futian said softly. These days, Xia Qingyuan had indeed done a lot for him.
…
The news of Saint Xihua's death quickly spread throughout the Nine States. Countless people in the vast Nine States were filled with emotion.
Saint Xihua, who had once been famous and domineering, had called on the Great Zhou Sacred King to launch a Sacred War against the Holy Zhi Palace, but no one had expected that he would eventually die in such a humiliating way.
Today, the Holy Zhi Palace was in awe of the Nine States.
It was said that Ye Futian had already become a Saint.
On this day, in the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State, a tyrannical aura descended from the void. Many figures stepped out from within the Holy Zhi Palace, and voices were heard.
"The Ocean Palace of the Endless Ocean has come to greet Palace Lord Ye."
"The North Deep of the Endless Ocean has come to greet Palace Lord Ye."
"The Celestial Cliffs of the Endless Ocean has come to greet Palace Lord Ye."
Voices were heard one after another, with a sense of humility. Not only had the three holy lands come, but the lords of the holy lands had come in person, their attitudes respectful and trembling.
Now, their hearts had collapsed. They had received news that Saint Xihua had been found by Ye Futian on a small island in the Endless Ocean. According to the people on the island, Ye Futian had killed a Saint with just a finger.
The Ye Futian of today was not the Ye Futian of the past.
Even though they had once submitted to the Holy Zhi Palace, it was only a feint. After all, the grievances of the Sacred War were still there. Now, seeing Ye Futian's strength, how could they not be afraid? They were worried that Ye Futian would come to settle the score with them and end up like Saint Xihua!
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