"Hiss!"
The sect disciple who had asked the question could not help sucking in a cold breath, and his impulse to show off was instantly snuffed out.
He had no desire to face the collective pursuit of the entire Eastern Domain—or even the entire Tianyuan Realm.
The sect disciples who had been confused at first shuddered in unison as well.
Just imagining that scene was enough to make their scalps crawl.
Seeing this, Wei Qing nodded in satisfaction. "So, 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 suffer the wrath of Heaven, have their soul scattered, and be condemned to eternal ruin!
Jun Wushang was the first to speak up. His gaze was vicious. "I'll listen to Qingzi. Whoever refuses to swear, I'll be the first to kill him."
Tantai Yue chimed in. "Count me in."
Qin Shuang said, "And me."
"So will I..."
Liu Yulong, Nangong Ruyan, Dongfang Rongrong, and the others all voiced their agreement.
Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, Wei Qing was the first to swear: "Heavenly Dao above, I, Wei Qing, swear that if I leak anything related to the Cloud Firmament Sect today, I willingly accept having my soul scattered and being condemned to eternal ruin!"
"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 briefly.
A cold gleam flashed.
His head and body instantly parted, blood gushing forth.
[ Ding! Killed a High Seventh Rank Martial Artist ] [ Spirit +50, Strength +53, Constitution +51, ]
Everyone turned to look at Wei Qing, their eyes filled with confusion.
"Junior Brother." Qin Yang shouted, then looked at Wei Qing again, his gaze brimming with anger. "Don't you think you owe me an explanation?"
"An explanation?"
"This is my explanation."
Wei Qing swung the long saber in his hand, and a blade gleam shot straight toward Qin Yang's elbow.
Qin Yang's expression changed drastically. He tried to raise his hand to block it, but it was already too late.
The sleeve of his right arm slowly peeled away from the elbow.
Silvery fish scales glinting with metallic light were completely exposed to the air.
"He's a half-demon."
"Qin Yang actually defected to the demon clan?"
The many surrounding sect disciples' expressions changed drastically one after another, and their gazes toward the Blood Robe Sect filled with fury.
The person closest to Zhao Gao's corpse tore off his robe with a ripping sound.
When he saw the silver fish scales on Zhao Gao's arm, he shouted, "This Zhao Gao is one too."
Whoosh!
Seeing that the matter had been exposed, Qin Yang did not dare to linger for even a moment and turned to flee.
Wei Qing raised his saber and strode forward.
Unfortunately, someone was one step faster than him.
Qin Shuang was only an arm's length from Qin Yang. He twisted his wrist, and the tip of the long saber in his hand instantly pierced through Qin Yang's body and emerged from the other side.
"Ugh..." Qin Yang's body stiffened. He mumbled several broken syllables, "They... won't... let..."
Before he could finish, he toppled forward and died.
Qin Shuang twisted his wrist and smoothly withdrew his saber, then shook the beads of blood from the blade with a look of disgust.
"Sorry, Brother Wei. I was so furious that I couldn't hold myself back."
Wei Qing withdrew his right foot, which had halted in midair, and smiled. "Brother Qin, you're joking. Slaying demons is everyone's responsibility. There is no distinction between you and me."
"Kill!"
Someone shouted.
The remaining sect disciples swarmed toward the four surviving disciples of the Blood Robe Sect.
"Spare me! I won't dare do it again!"
"I know I was wrong..."
Faced with their pleas for mercy, no one present showed the slightest restraint.
"Damn, I was too late."
A man sighed as he watched the tightly packed crowd surrounding them.
"That bastard pulled down my pants."
Another man, who had originally been preparing to strike, suddenly found his trousers slipping down. Just as he tightened his belt and prepared to attack again,
the people from the Blood Robe Sect had already been cut down, lifeless on the ground.
The furious man could not help cursing loudly.
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 that the jade slips had shattered in two, his expression changed drastically.
Seeing this, the Blood Robe Sect's Grand Elder stepped forward. When he saw the shattered jade slips, he could not help exclaiming, "Sect Master, Qin... Qin Yang, did something happen to them?"
Although his voice was not loud, everyone present heard him clearly.
His words were like a heavy bomb, instantly drawing the gazes of everyone else present.
Feeling everyone's eyes on him, Zhou Xing glared fiercely at the Grand Elder and cupped his fists. "Everyone, we have an urgent matter to attend to and must return to the sect to deal with it. Farewell."
Before Feng Wuya and the others could react, the people from the Blood Robe Sect fled the Black Mist Wasteland as if their lives depended on it.
"It seems Qin Yang and Zhao Gao of the Blood Robe Sect have fallen."
Liu Xinghe spoke softly, his right hand unconsciously reaching toward the jade slip in his robes.
Feng Wuya, Xuan Yue Li, and the others all looked at the soul jade slips in their hands.
After repeatedly checking them and confirming that the jade slips were intact, the hearts of the crowd finally settled.
"I wonder what exactly happened inside. This is driving me crazy."
Zhao Santong was like an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth without stopping. Every so often, he glanced toward the dense fog, but when he saw that it remained completely still, he could only shake his head and let out a sigh.
After walking a few steps, he looked again.
Then he sighed!
"Stop pacing. You're making this old man restless." Feng Wuya's voice rang out mildly, carrying unquestionable authority.
"Yes, Senior."
Zhao Santong answered weakly, a trace of fear in his voice. He immediately composed himself and stood properly where he was, not daring to move again.
Zhang Zhidong gently wiped the sweat from Shen Yan's palm and patted it lightly, signaling for her to relax.
"With Wei Qing there, Xue'er and the others will definitely be fine."
Yandang Mountain.
In front of the original cave dwelling of the Spirit Stream Demonic Cat, a chessboard had been set out.
Beside the chessboard, a woman with a graceful figure and dressed in fitted martial attire sat down leisurely.
Her outfit was bold yet alluring. Her long legs rested lightly to one side, revealing an unruly, wild beauty.
Sunlight filtered through the sparse branches and dappled her shoulders, adding a few traces of gentle radiance to her.
The woman's fingertips lightly skimmed across the chessboard.
Then, with a crisp crack, two pure-white chess pieces shattered.
Seeing this, the woman snorted coldly. "Useless!"
"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 consorting 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 with a single move, and forced him to swallow poison.
If he wanted to stay alive, he could only obey the woman's orders.
"Let's go. The show here has temporarily come to an end. It's time to move on to the next one." The woman tossed the white chess piece from her hand with a bored expression, rose, and headed toward the edge of the forest.