Several monks teleported behind Xuanji and used Carved Artifacts to bind Xie Xiyi's hands, neck, and feet. Unable to use spiritual power, he was no different from a mortal.
"Xuanji, please come with us."
Xie Xiyi laughed. His brilliant golden eyes were now like a boundless glacier. He chuckled darkly. "You'd better run far away. The Chan Sect can't protect you. I'll make you regret being born into this world, Qingxuan."
"Xuanji, you still dare to speak so outrageously," a monk said gravely. He took out another Carved Artifact, transformed it into a half-mask, and covered his face with it, sealing his mouth.
Xie Xiyi was taken away by the monks.
The Breath-Stilling Dharma Lotus gradually dissipated, and only then did everyone slowly regain their senses.
Qingxuan gave a soft, muffled groan, and the others immediately gathered around him. Jingguan placed a pill in his mouth. "Junior Brother Qingxuan, are you all right?"
Another person pulled the sword out of his chest, then reached out to touch his wound, only to have his palm shredded by the sword intent seeping from it. "...Senior Brother Xuanji's sword intent is actually this refined."
Although they had lost their senses earlier and been like peaceful stones, their five senses had not been sealed, and they knew what had just happened.
In the end, Lecturer Hong strode forward and drew out the sword intent that had formed tiny whirlwinds inside Qingxuan's body, shredding his organs, sinews, and bones, then flung it onto the ground-
Even after being drawn out, the sword intent did not dissipate. It continued roaming across the ground, slicing apart every blade of grass and pebble in its path and leaving one sword-intent scar after another in the earth.
"Senior Brother Xuanji... how could he be so learned and accomplished in