Traitor

In the darkness, a deep, mournful horn sounded from afar.

Seemingly having received some signal, the four Departed Spirit Marquis put Qiu Cheng's Decapitated Corpse into their bags and immediately rode on dark clouds, rushing off in a certain direction.

"Found another one, hurry and chase after them, don't let someone else get there first."

"A hefty reward will be given for each Lesser Yang Guard killed."

"The reward for capturing him alive is even greater."

"If we could capture that Holy Master alive, that would be an extraordinary achievement. Upon returning, even the Ghost King would likely have to personally receive me, which would be enough to make me famous throughout the vast Dongxu Nether Realm."

Li Weiyi and Qiu Cheng didn't have much interaction, but seeing the tragic end of a Lesser Yang Guard, Li Weiyi felt both heavy-hearted and depressed, and also felt a surge of anger, like a rabbit mourning the death of a fox.

He followed the contours of the mountain, chasing after the four Departed Spirit Marquis, heading in the direction from which the horn sounded.

With the Divine Snow Sword in hand, Tang Wanzhou used spatial teleportation to rush into an increasingly dark hilly area. His white magical robes were stained red with blood.

Some parts were damaged, revealing the purple Provincial Governor's Official Robe underneath.

She used the chilling energy contained within her internal magical energy to freeze the blood, preventing enemies from pursuing her along the blood's energy path. However, her internal magical energy was already severely depleted, and the fierce battle in the Netherworld was vastly different from that in the Floating Realm.

"Swish! Swish! Swish..."

A shower of needle-like raindrops, like a flowing river of light, pierced the void and shot towards her.

Tang Wanzhou suddenly turned around, his eyes like cold stars, and slashed out with his sword.

A dense barrage of sword shadows surged forth, and countless snowflakes materialized out of thin air, blasting away all the sudden rain of needles.

Accompanied by a sweet, bell-like laugh.

Envoy Qingzao descended from the sky, dressed in a pale yellow ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), looking pure and lovely.

Her arms were long and slender, and with her right hand outstretched, a dense rain of needles flew out, condensing into a long sword in her palm. Numerous scriptures flowed along the sword, causing it to tremble gently.

Haruho stood tall atop the hill, looking down at him with a sweet voice, her lips red and teeth white. "Seiji seems to be at his wit's end! Come back with me, the person my master is most interested in is you."

Tang Wanzhou, his long hair disheveled and brimming with fighting spirit, said, "You chased after me all by yourself. Why do I feel like you're the one who's at your wit's end?"

"Hehe!"

After laughing for a while, Qingzao said solemnly, "Even the true disciples say that you are the only one they have ever seen in the same realm. But you are only at the Second Realm Peak. Even at your peak, you are still a step behind me, let alone now that you are seriously injured. Do you have flames hidden in your Provincial Governor's Official Robe? Or are you trying to desperately stick an Immobilization Talisman on me? Do you have a chance?"

Tang Wanzhou said, "First of all, the stronger Tang Wanzhou's killing intent is in the Northern Territory, the stronger his combat power becomes. This injury is nothing to worry about. Secondly, although I don't have the flames, I do have a helper."

Enveloped in a cloud of purple magical energy, Xu Daoqing burst forth from the earth and used his escape technique to arrive.

Holding a whisk, he coldly stared at Qingzao: "With the Holy Master and myself joining forces, do you think we can capture you before the other Departed Spirit Marquis arrive?"

"Then let's give it a try."

With a soft snort, Qingzao released all the magical energy and Longevity Scriptures within her body. Then, like a shooting star, she swung her sword straight at Tang Wanzhou at an extremely fast speed.

"Mountain Breaker!"

Tang Wanzhou's fighting spirit reached its peak, his body exuding a chilling aura that froze the surrounding hills, his long hair flying wildly, and his eyes flashing like lightning.

However, the Divine Snow Sword in his hand suddenly changed direction.

He then drew his sword horizontally, slashing at Xu Daoqing on his right with chilling killing intent.

Li Weiyi chased after the four Departed Spirit Marquis and soon spotted Liu Ye being pursued.

Liu Ye was badly injured, his back covered in blood with several wounds. He activated a burst of transcendent energy from his ancestral field and fled at top speed, leaving his pursuers far behind.

They were about to escape.

"Haha, so it's just a junior Lesser Yang Guard at the First Realm. Excellent! This credit is mine for the taking."

The four Departed Spirit Marquis dispersed and intercepted Liu Ye from the front.

One of the Corpse Lords, at the Second Realm Peak, swung out a Yin Iron chain as thick as a thumb.

Ghost Script appeared on the chains, like a sentient blood serpent, flying a hundred feet away and coiling around Liu Ye's body.

Even with his extraordinary spiritual energy flowing through his body, Liu Ye couldn't avoid it. This was because the four chilling Dao Heart Manifestation energy released by the four Departed Spirit Marquis, whose cultivation was far stronger than his, were all pressing down on him.

"Splash!"

The chains were being pulled.

Liu Ye's body flew uncontrollably toward the Corpse Lord.

"You want to capture me alive?"

His eyes were filled with despair, and with a steely resolve, he thrust his right hand, clad in a blue-scaled glove, straight toward his heart.

Even if it means death, we must never fall into the hands of the enemy. This is the oath that countless people have sworn upon joining the Sentinel Spirit Army.

"Stop!"

Li Weiyi transformed into a streak of green smoke and light, moving swiftly to Liu Ye's side. With one hand, she gripped Liu Ye's wrist, and with the other, she swung her sword, unleashing a yellow sword light.

With a snap.

The iron chain, of the Thousand Character Artifact grade, snapped instantly.

Upon landing, Liu Ye focused her gaze and recognized Li Weiyi. She scolded, "You've already escaped, why are you back?"

"Enough talk! Stick close to me, let's fight our way out."

Li Weiyi's killing intent surged. Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward, his figure flying a hundred feet away.

He slashed at the Corpse Lord who was at the Second Realm Peak.

"Good timing."

The Corpse Lord glanced at the broken Yin Iron chain, tossed it aside, and, his face full of rage, swung out a two-meter-long crescent blade, a Third-Rank Thousand-Character Artifact weapon.

"Bang!"

Sparks flew.

The corpse statue lost control of its body and was thrown backward, collapsing instantly with a single blow, its momentum completely gone.

A sword wound was slashed across his neck, and the crescent blade nearly slipped from his grasp.

At the site of the sword wound, his rotting flesh slowly began to burn, the searing pain penetrating straight to his soul.

"Oh no! This kid is strange, come help me!"

The Corpse Lord stared at Li Weiyi in horror, then turned and fled hastily, quickly refining the strange Sword Qi from the wound.

If it gets on your body, it will set you ablaze.

Where in the world could such a bizarre power exist?

Li Weiyi stared at his retreating figure with a cold gaze, but did not follow.

Instead, they faced three Departed Spirit Marquis approaching from three different directions behind them.

He released four Battle Corpse Puppet from the Evil Camel Bell, which lined up behind him.

Two of them were at the Seventh Realm in their lifetimes, and two others were at the Sixth Realm.

Li Weiyi did not ask Qing Ziqin for too many Battle Corpse Puppet, knowing that with his cultivation at the First Realm of the Saint Mind Master, he could perfectly control these four Battle Corpse Puppet and unleash considerable combat power.

From the darkness behind me came screams.

After a fierce battle, the Corpse Lord, who had fled to the distance and was at the Second Realm Peak, was torn to pieces by the Seven Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors.

Over the past six months, the Seven Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors have received many benefits from Yu Yaozi. The Great Phoenix, the Second Phoenix, and the Seventh Phoenix have all reached the peak of the First Realm.

The other four phoenixes were at the mid-stage of the First Realm.

The three Departed Spirit Marquis had charged forward sensed something was amiss and hesitated. How could eleven powerful auras have suddenly appeared?

They were surrounded instead?

The three Departed Spirit Marquis tried to stop themselves and retreat quickly, but it was too late.

Li Weiyi led the way in the middle, while four Battle Corpse Puppet flanked him from the left and right. In an instant, the two sides made contact.

Xu Daoqing had assumed that Tang Wanzhou would fight back with all his might against Qingzao's overwhelming sword aura. Therefore, seizing this excellent opportunity, he moved swiftly and launched a sneak attack with his horsetail whisk.

The white beard, like a whisk, coiled around him like a whip.

Unexpectedly, Tang Wanzhou's Immortal Slaughtering Immortal Killing God Snow Fourteen Swords "Mountain Breaker" suddenly changed direction and came towards him, as if it had anticipated his sneak attack.

"Whoosh!"

Tang Wanzhou and Xu Daoqing made contact first, and the next moment, Qingzao joined the battle.

The three men, who had just joined together, suddenly separated and retreated to three different locations, their Dao Heart Manifestation and Battle Intent intertwined.

Xu Daoqing's eyes were filled with astonishment and doubt. His right arm hung limply, his fingers trembled, and blood dripped continuously from his fingertips.

The whisk fell to the ground.

Tang Wanzhou's sword was originally aimed at his neck, but he blocked it with his arm, averting death. However, his entire arm was numb, and some bones were broken; he wouldn't be able to recover anytime soon.

Tang Wanzhou was also in bad shape. He was struck in the back by Qingzao's sword. Even with the Provincial Governor's Official Robe protecting him, he suffered internal injuries. His throat tasted bloody, and he forced back the blood that was about to be vomited, pretending that nothing had happened.

Xu Daoqing was extremely curious. "How did you guess?"

Tang Wanzhou used his sword to support his upright posture, maintaining his imposing presence. While secretly healing his internal injuries, he said with a strong voice, "I once asked you whether it was true or not that the Du'e Temple cultivated a Netherworld Spirit seedling. You said you had heard the legend, but had never seen it."

Xu Daoqing asked, "Where is the doubt?"

"I've never heard of this legend before; it was just something I made up," Tang Wanzhou said.

Xu Daoqing sighed, rubbing his forehead. "If that's the case, why didn't you capture me immediately back then?"

Tang Wanzhou smiled wryly, "Because Zhao Tang, Yan Zhiruo, and Nangong also have suspicious points, even more so than you. One has hidden the power of the third realm, one has a ruthless past, and one Du'e Temple. That's one point."

Secondly, inside the Teleportation Hall, there was nothing wrong with your blood, and the Sky-Hanging Mirror couldn't find any flaws in you.

"Third, Tu Miangou is undoubtedly the Hai Envoy. How can I be sure that among the eleven Lesser Yang Guard, there is still a spy?"

"I was able to determine that you were the spy just now. When you rushed over, you shouldn't have stood next to me; you should have intercepted Qingzao from behind, or even ambushed her directly."

"So, Master Xu, what is the truth?"

Xu Daoqing sighed, "I must say, you are indeed qualified to be the Holy Master of Lesser Yang Division. If it weren't for Bai Chuan and Mo Duanfeng causing chaos within Lesser Yang Division, giving Nangong the idea of killing True Disciple Chu with them, and making Yan Zhiruo greedy, thus diverting your attention, I wouldn't even be able to send out any messages."

"Logically speaking, if Nangong, Yan Zhiruo, Qiu Cheng, and Lu Qing, who were recruited by Bai Chuan and Mo Duanfeng, hadn't been distracted, I might have been exposed long ago, given their intelligence."

"Seiji, do you admit that your defeat was entirely justified? You didn't lose badly enough; you should have all been captured alive."

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