Before the Heavenly Derivation Sect's gates.
After Chu Xingchen finished speaking, several streaks of rainbow light shot out of the Heavenly Derivation Sect and took positions on every side, surrounding Winter Melon and Wukong.
Ignoring Winter Melon's hateful gaze, Wukong looked straight up at Chu Xingchen, questioning what this was about.
Chu Xingchen raised his hand, and Myriad Forms flashed through the air.
Wukong could not react in time and could only turn to look.
Myriad Forms had already pierced clean through Winter Melon, her blood soaking the thin layer of snow.
His supreme cultivation, two major realms above hers, left Winter Melon no chance to react. She only felt a sudden chill through her chest as the origin of the spiritual power within her instantly scattered beyond her control.
There was a thud.
Winter Melon fell into the snow.
"Since I've seen your sincerity, I'll grant for now that you truly mean to leave the darkness for the light." Chu Xingchen raised his hand to recall Myriad Forms, then flew over to Wukong. "I have no objection to leaving the Buddhist Sect entirely to you, but you'll have to tell me clearly where the remaining targets are."
Wukong stared at Chu Xingchen's unruly expression, drew a light breath, and slowly said:
"Of course. But I went to considerable trouble to bring you this person, and you simply killed her?"
Chu Xingchen scoffed. "With their eradication at hand, there's no use keeping a small fry around. She was an eyesore. What, can't bear to part with her?"
Winter Melon lay with her face pressed against the blood, not daring to move a muscle. She even stopped breathing and began controlling the gaping hole in her chest to keep it from healing.
Chu Xingchen's sword should have pierced her soul and