"Stop!" He Juan seemed to have realized what I was thinking, and her face suddenly went deathly pale. I gave a cold laugh and said, "We signed a blood contract. The death battle is completed when one side dies and their cultivation is scattered. Do you have a problem with that?"
He Juan was completely stunned after hearing this. As she watched the Lingyue Sect Ancestor struggle, fear filled her heart even as her thoughts raced.
"Ma... Master, why don't we kill him? Once he's dead and his cultivation is scattered, wouldn't that count as the Ancestor's victory? He's an evil heretic anyway. Why should we orthodox cultivators put on this false show of civility with him!?" Xia Qiuzheng, who had been unable to take the field, had a quick mind and immediately roused He Juan!
His voice was not loud, but everyone heard him. This really was a good compromise. Once I was killed, the blood contract would lose its effect, since one side would already be dead and gone. Nothing said that outsiders were forbidden from interfering in the victory or defeat, and the outcome was still undecided!
Actually, it was no wonder these scum of the orthodox path thought this way. The Tiangang Sect was, after all, an evil heretical sect in the southwest. When dealing with evil heretics, the orthodox path had always disregarded all consequences, whether something was just or not. If you really wanted to deal with a bad person, would you still serve them fine food and drink? Naturally, you would put them to death and be done with it!
To them, the One-Heaven Path was an object to win over, but it was still only a heterodox sect on the same level as the Tiangang Sect had once been. Even if it