Clearly, surrender is not an option on the battlefield. Although we are of the same race, those who commit fratricide are no longer worthy of being called members of the Soul Household.
Who knows if you're just faking surrender?
The terrifying sword light showed no mercy, and Hun Qianchen's legs were severed instantly.
"Ah!"
A mournful cry rang out.
Hun Qianchen's expression was extremely grim. Since becoming Eternal True God, he hadn't suffered such a serious injury in many years, but he also felt a sense of relief.
The other party didn't attack again, so his life should be saved, right?
"Snort."
The person who made the move walked up to Hun Qianchen, his eyes filled with disdain, while Hun forcibly suppressed his killing intent.
Hun Qianxue's order was to spare these people's lives and bring them back to the Lineage to await their fate.
He naturally didn't kill him, but instead used Law Artifact to seal his cultivation before taking him back to the flying boat and imprisoning him.
On the other side.
Wu Tianqiong's side wasn't much better off. The True God he brought weren't particularly strong to begin with, and they were completely overwhelmed by the experienced veteran True God under Hun Qianxue's command in a single exchange.
What's worse, the trap they set up has now become their own prison.
The formation sealed off the void, so neither could Hun Qianxue and his group escape, nor could they.
Damn it!
Wu Tianqiong cursed angrily, desperately trying to defend against the opponent's attack, but his heart was filled with increasing despair.
They suffered repeated defeats and were completely routed.
Inside the hall, in front of the light curtain.
The elders of the Soul Household nodded in approval as they watched this scene unfold.
The outcome is decided.
" The Zangfeng is complete."
"That good-for-nothing Qianchen, I told you long ago he'd amount to nothing."
The Blood-Burning Ancestor stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calm and unreadable.
Han Xuanji stood in the corner, watching the one-sided battle on the light screen, his heart unmoved.
The show has come to an end.
Just as I was about to leave.
Suddenly, the Blood-Burning Ancestor turned around and slowly walked towards a corner of the main hall.
There, a person stood.
Han Xuanji.
He had come to "observe the ceremony" at the invitation of the Hun Qianling, but he did not utter a single word throughout the entire event, keeping such a low profile that people almost forgot he was there.
But the Blood-Burning Ancestor clearly hadn't forgotten.
When Hun Qianling saw the Blood-Burning Ancestor approaching, his heart tightened, and he instinctively took a step forward to block Han Xuanji.
"Ancestor, Young Master Han was invited by me..."
Before she could finish speaking, the Blood-Burning Ancestor raised his hand to interrupt her.
"I'm not senile yet."
The Blood-Burning Ancestor glanced at Hun Qianling indifferently, his tone neither too light nor too heavy, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.
"Get out of the way."
Hun Qianling bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped aside.
The Blood-Burning Ancestor walked up to Han Xuanji and looked him up and down.
Han Xuanji remained calm and slightly cupped his hands in greeting:
"Greetings, Blood-Burning Ancestor."
The Blood-Burning Ancestor did not speak immediately, his gaze lingering on Han Xuanji's face for a moment, as if he were sizing something up.
After a long while, he suddenly laughed, a low laugh that carried a hint of kindness.
"Young friend Han, I'm sorry you had to see this."
Han Xuanji bowed slightly. "Ancestor, you flatter me."
The Blood-Burning Ancestor waved his hand. "Although I have been in seclusion for many years, I am not entirely unaware of what is happening in the outside world. I have heard about the events that occurred at the top of the Five Elements Heavenly Stairway Ladder and in the Shallow Dream Pavilion."
He paused, his gaze deepening. "A peerless genius, one in ten thousand years, is fortunate to have found a place in the Soul Household Soul Household. Although I don't know what role you played in this matter, the fact that Qianling invited you here shows that you are trustworthy."
Han Xuanji's heart stirred slightly, but his face remained expressionless:
"Our ancestor was wise."
The Blood-Burning Ancestor nodded, his tone calm yet profound:
"What happened today, young friend, is what it is. I trust you won't say anything more."
This is both a warning and a test.
Han Xuanji smiled and said frankly:
" The Soul Household's affairs are none of my business. I'm just here to watch the show and will forget about it afterward."
He was only here for fun, so naturally he wouldn't go around telling everyone about it.
After all, he was the one who orchestrated this whole thing.
The Blood-Burning Ancestor stared at him for two breaths, then slowly nodded. "Good."
He turned and walked back to his original spot, never looking at Han Xuanji again.
Hun Qianling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, moved closer to Han Xuanji, and whispered:
"You scared me to death! I thought the ancestor was going to make things difficult for you."
Han Xuanji shook his head:
"No, I'll be going now."
The outcome is decided.
At this point, the battle within the light screen was no longer in doubt.
Hun Zangfeng was forcefully suppressed by Hun Pojun, Wu Tianqiong was surrounded and defeated by three True God, and many cultivators of the Heavenly Martial Sect either died or surrendered.
Han Xuanji withdrew her gaze and stopped watching.
He walked slowly towards the entrance of the main hall, his steps unhurried.
Hun Qianling noticed his movement, quickly followed, and asked in a low voice, "Are you leaving?"
"Um."
Han Xuanji nodded.
"After that, this matter had nothing to do with me anymore."
Hun Qianling opened her mouth, as if to say something, but ultimately swallowed it back.
She certainly knew why Han Xuanji said that.
However, it's not appropriate to attribute this credit to Han Xuanji in public.
"I send you."
Hun Qianling said.
Han Xuanji waved his hand. "No need, you stay and clean up the mess. What follows is far more important than you seeing me off."
Hun Qianling hesitated for a moment, then did not insist further.
A strange feeling welled up inside me.
This guy always has this nonchalant attitude, as if the sky falling down has nothing to do with him.
But it is precisely this appearance that gives people a strange sense of security.
Purple Soul Grotto-Heaven.
Han Xuanji returned to his cave abode, sat down cross-legged, but did not immediately enter a meditative state.
He closed his eyes, replaying the scene from the light screen in his mind.
"Finally, I can focus on my cultivation."
He murmured to himself, his tone calm, yet carrying a hint of relief.
Hun Zangfeng is Hun Qianxue's opponent, not his.
But as long as this person remains in power, his situation within the Soul Household will always be uncertain.
Now that everything has settled, he no longer needs to worry about those backstabbing attacks and schemes.
Han Xuanji took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
The Spirit Gathering Formation in the cultivation room slowly lit up, and dense Qi of Eternity enveloped him completely.
Spiritual practice is the fundamental thing.
After this matter was resolved, the Life and Death Ravine and Death would immediately open.