The protagonist's woman was made to be sacrificed

The icy voice was like a cold wind blowing from the deepest hell, instantly freezing all of Jiang Pojun's movements.

He turned around abruptly, his pupils shrinking sharply!

At the end of their line of sight, there stood Jiang Ling, who should have been weak and listless, or more precisely, the fused form of Zhang Lingyun.

Zhang Lingyun was currently suspended in mid-air, her aura completely different from before.

Her long hair danced wildly, no longer simply black, but with an eerie dark red tinged at the ends.

His originally scarlet eyes had now merged into a deep, dark purple, and were fixed on him like an ancient beast eyeing its prey.

She found herself holding a broken sword in her hand.

The sword's blade was ancient, covered in dark red rust and cracks, as if it might shatter completely at any moment.

"Die!!"

There were no superfluous words, only the purest Killing Intent.

Zhang Lingyun gripped the broken sword tightly with both hands and, with all her might, slashed down at Jiang Pojun!

"Buzz--!!"

A terrifying Sword Qi, indescribable in its power, erupted from the broken sword.

The Sword Qi was not pure gray-white, but rather a dark red like blood, exuding a bone-chilling cold and a sharpness capable of tearing apart the soul.

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, the space groaned under its strain, plowing out dark cracks that seemed to sever even the light.

Jiang Pojun's expression changed drastically; he felt an unprecedented threat of death within this Sword Qi.

"The Great Sun Burning Heaven! The Sun Radiance Body Protection!!"

He could no longer care about anything else, roaring wildly and unleashing the full power of the blazing sun.

The sun's rays surged, as if a real sun were coalescing before him, attempting to block the terrifying sword strike.

The crimson Blood Moon Sword Qi clashed violently with the pure white, blazing sun!

There was no earth-shattering explosion as one might have imagined; instead, there was a chilling "ripping" sound, like fabric being torn apart.

Under Jiang Pojun's incredulous gaze, his Sun Shield, which contained all his power, was easily split in two.

"How... how is this possible...?"

Jiang Pojun's Remnant Soul let out a terrified scream.

The Sword Qi pierced through the shattered phantom of the sun without any hindrance, its momentum undiminished, carrying a chilling and venomous intent that could annihilate everything, and instantly slashed in front of Jiang Pojun!

"Pfft--!"

The dull thud of a sharp weapon piercing flesh was accompanied by the crisp sound of bones shattering.

Jiang Pojun didn't even have time to react; he only felt a chill on his left shoulder, followed by excruciating pain.

His arm, imbued with the Blazing Sun True Qi, along with half of his shoulder, was severed cleanly by the dark red Sword Qi.

The cut was smooth as a mirror, with not a drop of blood spurting out.

Because all the flesh, blood, veins, and bones were completely frozen, eroded, and turned to ashes the instant the Sword Qi passed by!

"Awesome! It's done!!"

The Flower Monk had just escaped death slapped his thigh in excitement upon seeing this scene, almost jumping up.

His smug smile widened even further, "Beautiful women plus... uh, beautiful women are mighty."

Although the Black-robed Daoist beside him remained expressionless, a barely perceptible hint of relief flashed in his eyes.

"Aaaaaah--!!!"

A piercing scream escaped Qiu Ruobai's lips, mixed with another painful, resentful, and nearly collapsing roar.

That was a howl shared by Qiu Ruobai and Jiang Pojun, the original owners of this body!

However, when Qiu Ruobai's blurred vision, through eyes blurred by intense pain, saw the head rolling to the side.

Qiu Ruobai's screams instantly became even more shrill and desperate.

That was Jiang Luohan's head, the head of the first woman in his life.

Just now, right before his eyes, Zhang Lingyun severed his arm with a single sword strike.

He could no longer provide defense for Jiang Luohan life force was directly severed by the aftershocks of Zhang Lingyun's Sword Qi.

"No--."

Qiu Ruobai's consciousness let out a heart-wrenching cry, the immense grief and overwhelming hatred even temporarily overshadowing the Physical Body pain and the agony of her Divine Soul being eroded.

In his confused state, he desperately tried to control his body and fight Zhang Lingyun to the death.

"I want you dead..."

Qiu Ruobai's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Zhang Lingyun, whose aura was icy cold.

"You idiot, wake up!"

Jiang Pojun's Remnant Soul was both shocked and furious.

"As long as the green hills remain, there's always firewood to burn! Run!!"

Jiang Pojun was, after all, Old Monster who had lived for countless years. At the critical moment of life and death, he made the most rational and ruthless decision in an instant.

He forcefully suppressed Qiu Ruobai's frenzied consciousness, and with his last strength, disregarding the risk of his Remnant Soul dissipating further, he unleashed a life-saving Secret Method consumed a great deal of energy but was extremely fast— Blood Escape!

"Puff!"

Qiu Ruobai suddenly spat out a mouthful of Origin Essence Blood.

His Essence Blood instantly ignited, transforming into a dense crimson Blood Light that enveloped his battered body.

A flash of Blood Light appeared, and the next moment, his figure had already appeared hundreds of feet away, his speed astonishing.

Then he fled frantically in a direction far from the Imperial City and far from Jiang Lingyun.

"Want to leave?"

Zhang Lingyun's eyes turned cold, and she was about to swing her sword again to pursue.

But Blood Shield was too fast; she couldn't catch up at all.

From within that rapidly receding streak of Blood Light came Jiang Pojun's calm voice:

"Foolish child... stop making a fuss."

That woman... she can still be saved.

Upon hearing this, Qiu Ruobai, who was struggling frantically, suddenly froze.

Within that streak of Blood Light, Jiang Pojun's Remnant Soul struggled to raise his only remaining right hand.

In his palm was a drop of Jiang Luohan Essence Blood that he had casually collected when activating the Blood Shield.

"The Supreme Realm... Once you step into that Supreme Realm, with this drop of Essence Blood fused with her Origin life force, you can reshape your Physical Body and awaken her dissipated soul."

Jiang Pojun's voice was both seductive and urgent, as if he were speaking to Qiu Ruobai, and also trying to convince himself:

The blood feud before our eyes... will come in time.

Survive, become stronger.

Only then will there be a chance for revenge.

"Walk!"

With a final low growl, the Blood Light suddenly accelerated, instantly transforming into a blood-red line almost invisible to the naked eye before disappearing into the horizon.

Only a faint smell of blood remained in the air, along with a cold, venomous, Curse -like echo that lingered in the wind.

This hatred... is irreconcilable!

When I return, I will make you pay for your crimes in blood, leaving not a single one alive!

The sound gradually faded away and eventually disappeared completely.

On the battlefield, all that remained were devastated ruins, billowing Smoke and Dust, the pungent smell of blood, and... utter silence.

Zhang Lingyun stood with her sword in hand, her dark purple eyes fixed on the direction where Jiang Pojun and Qiu Ruobai had disappeared, her heart filled with resentment.

She knew that although she had severely damaged Jiang Pojun's Remnant Soul today, the real root of the problem had not been eradicated.

The crazed Old Monster, and Qiu Ruobai, who hated him to the core, escaped.

Most importantly, if Jiang Pojun returns to Tianzhu, to the Tianzhu Sword Sect that stands atop the clouds, she will once again face endless pursuit.

There will likely be no shortage of troubles ahead.

"Call..."

She exhaled a long breath, and the terrifying and icy aura surrounding her slowly receded like the tide.

"Holy crap, a woman got killed, lost her own arm, and still managed to escape! This is totally protagonist material!"

The Flower Monk faded, and his expression became solemn.

"So his woman died, the protagonist's woman, wasn't she just used as a sacrifice?"

The Black-robed Daoist hit the nail on the head.

Hearing their discussion, Zhang Lingyun turned around and slowly raised the broken sword again.