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Great Vow Heavenly Lord, seated among the guests in the hall, let out a soft sigh. "Why did it have to come to this?"

He had witnessed countless brutal battles in his life, but this was the first time he had seen someone like He Feng charge so unhesitatingly toward death.

Once cultivators reached the Spirit Transformation level, they could live for at least six thousand years. He Feng was only three thousand years old, in the golden prime of his life.

Fighting for one's sect was only natural, but to so directly burn his Primordial Spirit and sword artifact for a life-or-death strike—the boldness and fierce resolve in that moved even him.

The plan had been very simple, yet it required incomparable courage. Moreover, if the opponent noticed even the slightest hint of something amiss, He Feng would surely die if his strike failed.

It was precisely because the plan had been so mad, so aggressive, and so full of courage that it had succeeded in battle, directly trading one life for another. They had not won the first round, but neither had they lost.

For He Feng, with his abilities, to achieve this much was enough for him to take pride in.

Yet He Feng's courage and lofty spirit marked him as a born sword cultivator. Had he survived, attaining Pure Yang enlightenment amid this great calamity of heaven-and-earth upheaval would not have been an idle fantasy. For him to die like this was truly a pity.

Great Vow Heavenly Lord believed this had been Dao Hong's strategy, which was why he could not help but sigh.

Behind him, Li Zhengyi, Wan Yingying, and Li Zichen all had shock in their eyes. To them, He Feng's death had been too brutal, leaving them deeply shaken.

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