The Scimitars Severing Love, the Death of a Child of Destiny

Jin Jinyu smiled brightly, "Uncle Ling, you don't need to blame yourself. This is not your fault."

Ling Xian sighed softly, bowed, and said, "I'll take my leave now, Miss."

I'll go check on the situation at the branch pavilions; it's necessary to reorganize the servants."

Jin Jinyu nodded and waved her hand gently.

Ling Xian then turned and left.

Their gazes shifted back to the disciples of the Willow Union Academy. Apart from the deceased Gao Yanxi, the rest were all unconscious.

The veins on Pei Ziheng's arms bulged slightly as he deftly lifted the unconscious Pei Xuan.

He then approached Nan Xunran and respectfully asked, "My lord, this man has been so disrespectful to you. Should we teach him a lesson?"

Seeing this, Pei Zimo shrank back and quietly moved a few steps away.

Qiu Lingxuan leaned closer to Pei Zimo and whispered, "With your brother involved, is there any chance he can survive?"

Pei Zimo shook his head and replied softly, "I guess... it's impossible."

Pei Ziheng dislikes violence, but once he does, he will definitely take someone's life.

Nan Xunran narrowed his eyes slightly and parted his thin lips. "Go."

Having received permission, Pei Ziheng raised his arm and threw Pei Xuan to the ground.

He slowly opened his hands, and in an instant, spiritual energy surged, and a curved blade appeared in each of his hands, shaped like a crescent moon, gleaming with a cold, sharp light.

Pei Ziheng's twin curved swords are named "Severing Love," and only when the two are combined into one can they unleash their true power.

With a slight movement of his hands, his fingers deftly manipulated the two curved blades together, and he swung them at Pei Xuan.

Instantly, Pei Xuan let out a muffled groan, cold sweat pouring down his face. Although there were no obvious wounds, his pained expression spoke volumes.

The intense pain jolted Pei Xuan, who had been unconscious, awake.

He struggled to open his eyes, and the Severing Love he saw was Zhan Qing standing right in front of him. He instinctively raised his hand to defend himself.

"Ah!" Pei Xuan couldn't help but cry out in pain.

The Severing Love, bypassed Pei Xuan's wrist at an extremely tricky angle. Although it didn't sever it completely, Pei Xuan's wrist was already limp and hanging down.

He used some kind of secret technique, and his figure vanished instantly, reappearing at the doorway in the blink of an eye.

Then, his gaze suddenly fell on Gao Yanxi on the ground, his pupils contracted sharply, and endless grief instantly surged into his heart.

Pei Xuan cried out in utter grief, "Yan'er!"

The next moment, he was filled with rage, and a strong aura suddenly emanated from his body. His aura suddenly surged, and then all his injuries were completely healed.

He charged madly towards Pei Ziheng, roaring, "Give me your life!"

Pei Ziheng Severing Love Severing Love spun rapidly in the air, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, and slashed straight at Pei Xuan.

Pei Xuan reacted quickly, raising his sword to defend himself. His feet carved several deep furrows in the ground as he staggered back several steps before barely managing to regain his footing.

Immediately afterward, under Pei Ziheng's control, Severing Love strangely, circled behind Pei Xuan, and slashed countless deep wounds on his waist, causing blood to spurt out.

Pei Xuan groaned, enduring the excruciating pain, gripping the hilt of the sword tightly, channeling his raging spiritual energy into the blade, and then furiously slashing at Severing Love.

The Severing Love followed him like a shadow, circling back to him.

Pei Xuan was shocked and hurriedly retreated, but Severing Love still managed to leave a shallow mark on his neck, from which a trickle of blood slowly seeped out.

A crisp "crack" resounded throughout the surroundings as Zhan Severing Love clashed violently with his blade once more. The blade in Pei Xuan's hand shattered instantly, scattering fragments everywhere.

He was completely stunned and hadn't even come to his senses when Severing Love attacked him again.

In an instant, light flashed around him, and the powerful force Severing Love back.

Pei Ziheng frowned slightly, a hint of annoyance flashing across his face. He gripped the Severing Love again, thinking to himself, "So many magical artifacts, what a nuisance."

Qiu Lingxuan's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but ask, "Where did he, the senior disciple of the academy, get so many magical artifacts?"

Pei Zimo casually said, "Who knows? But his knife is indeed excellent; ordinary weapons simply cannot compare."

However, the Severing Love was bestowed upon Ziheng by the Lord, so it is naturally superior.

Subsequently, no matter how Severing Love attacked, he could always find a way to defend himself once he made contact with Pei Xuan, and he could never get close.

Nan Xunran glanced sideways and saw that Pei Ziheng was unable to break through and was in a stalemate. She then parted her thin lips and said, "Ziheng."

Upon hearing Nan Xunran's voice, Pei Ziheng immediately withdrew his hand, turned to look at him, and replied, "My lord."

Nan Xunran like a gentle breeze, appearing in front of Pei Xuan in the blink of an eye. His gaze swept lightly over Pei Xuan's defenses before he casually raised his hand.

Before Pei Xuan could even blink, he felt an irresistible, powerful force crash down upon him, sending him flying instantly.

He crashed heavily to the ground, his body convulsed, and then he vomited a mouthful of blood.

He stared at Nan Xunran in disbelief, his lips trembling, and murmured, "... How is this possible?"

Nan Xunran's fingertip sliced through the void, and a bloody mark appeared out of nowhere on Pei Xuan's face, a shocking sight.

Immediately afterwards, he pressed down slightly with his palm, and Pei Xuan's head instantly split in two, spurting out a stream of crimson liquid.