Exposure

"Gasp!"

The sect disciple who had asked the question could not help but suck in a sharp breath, his urge to show off snuffed out on the spot.

He had no desire to face the collective pursuit of every force in the Eastern Region and the Heavenly Origin Realm.

Those sect disciples who had initially been confused also shuddered in unison.

Just imagining that scene made their scalps tingle.

Wei Qing nodded in satisfaction. "Therefore, for everyone's safety, we must all swear a Heavenly Dao Oath and keep this secret."

Once a Heavenly Dao Oath was sworn, anyone who went back on it would surely suffer heaven's punishment, their soul scattered and annihilated, condemned beyond redemption for all eternity!

Jun Wushang was the first to state his position, his gaze fierce. "I'll listen to Qingzi. Whoever refuses to swear, I'll be the first to kill him."

Tantai Yue echoed, "Count me in."

Qin Shuang said, "Me too."

"Same here..."

Liu Yulong, Nangong Ruyan, Dongfang Rongrong, and the others all voiced their agreement.

Then, under everyone's supervision, Wei Qing was the first to swear. "Heavenly Dao above, I, Wei Qing, swear that if I leak any information concerning the Cloud Heaven Sect today, I am willing to have my soul scattered and annihilated, condemned beyond redemption for all eternity!"

"Heavenly Dao above, I, Jun Wushang..."

"Heavenly Dao above, I, Tantai Yue..."

"Heavenly Dao above, I, Qin Shuang..."

When it was Zhao Gao's turn to swear, he hesitated only slightly.

A flash of cold light swept past, and his head and body were instantly severed as blood gushed forth.

Ding! Killed a Seventh-Rank Advanced martial artist

Mental Power +50, Strength +53, Constitution +51,

Everyone turned to Wei Qing, their eyes filled with confusion.

"Junior Brother." Qin Yang shouted, glaring at Wei Qing once more with fury in his eyes. "Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

"An explanation?"

"This is my explanation."

Wei Qing swung the long saber in his hand, its blade light slashing straight at Qin Yang's arm joint.

Qin Yang's expression changed drastically. He tried to raise a hand to block it, but it was already too late.

The robe on his right arm slowly fell away from the joint.

Silver-glinting fish scales were completely exposed to the air.

"He's a Half-Demon."

"Qin Yang actually defected to the demon race?"

The disciples of the various sects around them all changed expression, their gazes toward the Blood Robe Gate brimming with fury.

The person closest to Zhao Gao's corpse tore off his robe with a rip.

After clearly seeing the silver fish scales on Zhao Gao's arm, he shouted:

"This Zhao Gao is one too."

Whoosh!

Seeing that his secret had been exposed, Qin Yang did not dare linger for even a moment and tried to flee.

Wei Qing raised his saber and stepped forward.

Unfortunately, someone was faster than him.

Qin Shuang, standing only one body-length away from Qin Yang, flicked a wrist. The tip of the long saber in hand instantly pierced through Qin Yang's body and emerged from the other side.

"Urgh..." Qin Yang's body jerked, and several broken syllables spilled indistinctly from his mouth. "They... won't... let..."

Before he could finish, he crashed headfirst to the ground, breathless.

Qin Shuang turned a wrist and smoothly withdrew the saber, flicking the blood droplets from its blade with a look of disgust.

"Sorry, Brother Wei. I was too enraged and couldn't hold myself back."

Wei Qing withdrew his right foot, which had been suspended in midair, and smiled. "Brother Qin, you jest. Slaying demons is everyone's duty, regardless of you or me."

"Kill!"

No one knew who shouted it.

The remaining sect disciples all rushed toward the four surviving disciples of the Blood Robe Gate.

"Spare me! I'll never dare again."

"I know I was wrong..."

Faced with their pleas, not a single person present showed mercy.

"Damn, I was too late."

A man looked at the encirclement packed so tightly that not even water could pass through and sighed.

"That bastard, he pulled down my pants."

Another man, who had also been preparing to make a move, suddenly found his trousers loosening. By the time he tightened his belt and prepared to attack again—

The Blood Robe Gate disciples had already been hacked to the ground, devoid of breath.

The furious man could not help but burst into curses.

At the same time Zhao Gao and Qin Yang were killed, Zhou Xing, outside the Black Mist Wasteland, took two white Soul Jade Slips from his robes.

When he saw the jade slips split in two, his expression changed drastically.

The Blood Robe Gate's First Elder stepped forward. Upon seeing the shattered jade slips, he could not help but cry out, "Sect Master, Qin... Qin Yang and the others have met with trouble?"

Though his voice was not loud, everyone present heard him clearly.

His words were like a heavy bomb, instantly drawing the attention of everyone else present.

Feeling everyone's gazes, Zhou Xing shot the First Elder a fierce glare and clasped his hands. "Everyone, we have urgent matters to deal with back at the sect. Farewell."

Before Feng Wuyai and the others could react, the people of the Blood Robe Gate withdrew from the Black Mist Wasteland at high speed, as though fleeing for their lives.

"Looks like the Blood Robe Gate's Qin Yang and Zhao Gao have fallen."

Liu Xinghe spoke softly, his right hand unconsciously reaching toward the jade slip in his robes.

Feng Wuyai, Xuan Yue Li, and the others all looked at the Soul Jade Slips in their hands.

After examining them repeatedly and confirming that the jade slips were intact, the worry hanging in their hearts finally eased.

"I wonder what exactly happened inside? It's enough to worry a person to death."

Zhao Santong was like an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth without stop. Every so often, he would glance toward the thick mist. Seeing no movement within it, he could only shake his head helplessly and sigh.

After taking a few more steps, he looked again.

Then he sighed again!

"Stop pacing around. You're making this old man impatient." Feng Wuyai's voice rang out calmly, carrying unquestionable authority.

"Yes, Senior."

Zhao Santong replied weakly, a trace of fear in his voice. He immediately calmed himself and stood properly where he was, not daring to move carelessly again.

Zhang Zhidong gently wiped the sweat from Shen Yan's palm, then lightly patted it to reassure her.

"With Wei Qing there, Xue'er and the others will definitely be fine."

Yandang Mountain.

A chessboard had been placed before the cave that had once belonged to the Spiritual Stream Demonic Cat.

Beside the chessboard sat a graceful woman dressed in fitted martial attire.

Her outfit was bold without losing its charm. Her long legs rested lightly to one side, revealing an untamed, wild beauty.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse branches and leaves, falling in mottled patches over her shoulders and lending her an added touch of soft radiance.

The woman's fingertips lightly brushed across the chessboard.

Then, with a crisp crack, two pure white chess pieces shattered.

Seeing this, the woman snorted coldly. "Trash!"

"Master, what should we do next?"

Tao Kun stood respectfully beside the woman like a bodyguard and asked softly.

At this moment, he deeply regretted choosing to continue keeping company with demons.

Just as he had been preparing to join forces with the demons to take revenge on Wei Qing, the woman before him had suddenly appeared, defeated him in a single move, and forced him to swallow poison.

If he wanted to live, he could only obey the woman's commands.

"Let's go. The play here has temporarily drawn its curtain. It's time for the next act." Looking utterly bored, the woman tossed aside the white chess piece in her hand, rose to her feet, and headed toward the edge of the forest.