The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

On the high platform, Yun Che held a long sword gleaming with purple light, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Jun Yan across from him, his expression furious and resolute.

Frost Moon, standing aside, had a calm expression on her face, her eyes moving back and forth between the two of them, as if looking for an opportunity to resolve the conflict.

Jiuyang Zhenren shook his head and blurted out: "Emperor, oh Emperor,

You've lived for tens of thousands of years, why are you still acting like a child?

Forget it, I won’t join in the fun here anymore, I’ll take my leave first.”

Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed and turned into a stream of light that shot straight into the sky and disappeared in an instant.

Seeing this, Chen Xuan hurried forward and grabbed Yun Che's right hand that was holding the sword.

He consoled her sincerely, "Yun Che, have you forgotten?

Didn’t you say you wanted to practice the Five Elements Spirit Gathering Formation?

If you hurt Jun Yan at this moment,

How can we cultivate the great formation together and protect the sacred mountain?"

Yun Che was still unable to calm down after hearing this.

He glared at Jun Yan and said with gritted teeth: "But he slandered Wan'er,

How can I swallow this insult?"

Chen Xuan's expression froze when he heard this, and he stepped forward and said, "Yun Che,

It was I who agreed to let Jun Yan break the magic circle.

If you are angry, come at me!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Che turned his gaze towards Chen Xuan fiercely.

The tip of the long sword trembled slightly, as if expressing the owner's anger and unwillingness.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and said, "Chen Xuan, why did you let Jun Yan break the formation?

Do you know what that magic circle means to Wan'er?"

Chen Xuan tried to persuade him earnestly again: "Yun Che, please return the sword to Jun Yan.

There is no point in fighting like this.”

However, Yun Che seemed not to have heard anything. He silently mobilized the spiritual power in his body.

In the blink of an eye, a tremendous amount of spiritual power burst out from his body, like a golden torrent, surrounding him and making him look like a god descending from heaven.

He waved his hand lightly, and the powerful spiritual power was like a strong wind, violently shaking Chen Xuan away.

Chen Xuan was like a kite with a broken string, and was shaken to the ground on the square below.

The surrounding leaves and petals fluttered down under the stimulation of spiritual power, adding a bit of desolation to the fight.

At this moment, Yun Che's sword had already mercilessly pierced the purple-clothed woman's heart.

It was a long sword shining with purple light, and the tip of the sword pierced through the chest of the purple-clothed woman.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining her clothes red.

A smug smile flashed across Yun Che's face.

He quickly drew out his sword, and the body of the woman in purple seemed to have lost its support and was about to fall.

Seeing this, Jun Yan immediately reached out and hugged her, his face full of tension and pain.

I saw blood constantly flowing out of the purple-clothed woman's mouth.

Her eyes gradually became dull and her life force was rapidly fading away.

Yun Che looked at Jun Yan's painful expression and seemed even more pleased.

He sneered and said, "What?

It must be painful to see the woman you love being slandered by others, right?

But it was only one sword.

I have detected that you stabbed Wan'er several times.

It still carries the power of purple thunder.

You are so cruel.”

Jun Yan felt a sharp pain in his heart as he listened to Yun Che's words.

He hugged the purple-clothed woman, knelt on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Emperor, I was wrong, please let Ling Xiao go.

If you are angry, stab me, and I am willing to bear any punishment."

His tone was filled with pleading and despair, but Yun Che was not moved by it.

Yun Che sneered and said, "Stab you?

Humph, I will stab you with your own sword.

Isn't it your blood that nourishes the sword?

You really know how to fool me.

Do you think I'm a fool?"

His tone was full of sarcasm and anger, and he was obviously very dissatisfied with Jun Yan's words.

Upon hearing this, Jun Yan lowered his head and remained silent.

He bit his finger and blood gushed out instantly.

Without the slightest hesitation, he fed the blood to the purple-clothed woman in his arms and said, "Ling Xiao, suck my blood quickly. Maybe it can save your life."

His voice was filled with anxiety and concern. The life force of the purple-clothed woman was getting weaker and weaker, as if it would disappear at any moment.

Watching this scene, Yun Che's face showed a complicated expression.

He never imagined that Jun Yan would be so affectionate towards a sword spirit that he would even be willing to use his own blood in exchange for her survival.

Shuang Yue walked lightly in front of Yun Che, bowing slightly with an elegant posture.

She soothed him softly, "Emperor, please calm down.

Your wrath is enough to destroy heaven and earth."

There was a hint of pleading in her eyes, hoping to calm the anger in Yun Che's heart.

Yun Che stared at Shuangyue, murderous intent surging in his fiery red eyes.

He shouted angrily: "Shuangyue, remember this for me!

Stop thinking about things you shouldn't have.

Don't let me hate you!"

His voice was as cold as ice, causing Shuangyue to shiver.

Upon hearing this, Shuangyue lowered her head even lower, as if to bury it in her chest.

She didn't dare to look into Yun Che's eyes again, the flames dancing in those red eyes.

It seemed as if it would burst out at any moment and burn her to ashes.

She replied in a trembling voice, "Shuangyue understands, and she won't dare to do it again.

Could you please stop being angry?

I really know I was wrong.”

Her tone was full of sincerity and regret.

At this moment, she really saw Yun Che lose his temper for the first time.

The murderous look in his eyes frightened her.

She knew very well that she would never dare to challenge his bottom line again, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Yun Che’s brows were still furrowed as he sternly said, “Shuangyue, you must remember this for me!

You must always be loyal to the deity.

Always obey the will of the deity!

This is your destiny and your only way out!"

His voice was firm and resolute, not allowing Shuangyue to resist in the slightest.

Shuang Yue silently endured Yun Che's anger and admonitions. She knew that

She could only choose to obey and be loyal.

Chen Xuan, who was lying on the ground below the square, slowly raised his head, his eyes fixed on Yun Che on the high platform.

He took a deep breath, mobilized all his spiritual energy, and in a flash, he appeared on the high platform, standing directly facing Yun Che.

As he raised his hand, the long sword in Yun Che's hand strangely appeared in his hand.

He leaned over and inserted the sword directly into Jun Yan's scabbard.

Then, he stood up straight, quickly formed seals with his hands, and muttered something.

There was a flash of light, and Jun Yan and the woman in purple disappeared without a trace in an instant.

It turned out that Chen Xuan used the teleportation array to send them away.

After finishing all this, Chen Xuan turned to look at Shuang Yue who was standing beside him and began to urge her, "Shuang Yue, hurry up!"

However, Shuangyue still stood in front of Yun Che with her head lowered, as if she had not heard Chenxuan's words.

Yun Che's eyes were filled with resentment.

He glared at Chen Xuan and shouted in dissatisfaction: "You really protect them!

Is this how you teach your disciples?"

His tone was filled with anger and disappointment.