I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

"Seven Killers, be careful!"

In the distance, Hongdie finally managed to get up from the ground after a difficult struggle. She immediately saw the sword energy appearing behind Jiang Qisha and was immediately anxious, wanting to rush over to help.

However, as soon as she took a step, she felt a tearing pain all over her body, as if every inch of her skin and every bone was burning in flames. Her face instantly contorted, and cold sweat poured down. She was forced to stop. In desperation, she could only use all her strength to shout a warning.

"Don't worry. Although I am extremely exhausted and seriously injured, it is impossible for this kid to hurt me!" Although Brother Dao's voice was weak, it was still full of confidence and disdain.

At this moment, she and everyone around her had almost lost their fighting ability. It could be said that the terrifying aftermath of the thrilling confrontation between the Wrathful Lady and Jiang Qisha had already severely damaged everyone except the two of them and Ye Chongren, who was protected by the Wrathful Lady, and had lost the ability to fight again.

In this situation, even if they wanted to continue, it would be meaningless. In their view, the outcome of this battle was now completely out of their control and depended entirely on the final showdown between the two powerful warriors, Yuan Po and Jiang Qisha.

Jiang Qisha turned his head slightly, glanced at the sword energy behind him with contempt, and a sarcastic sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Even an ant dares to compete with the bright moon!" Jiang Qisha just waved his bloody palm slightly, and instantly condensed into a sharp sword emitting a cold murderous intent.

The sword of killing intent, like a streak of black lightning, carried a destructive aura as it charged directly towards the sword energy. Instantly, the sword energy and the sword of killing intent collided with each other, emitting a crisp "ding" sound. The sword energy was instantly annihilated, transforming into countless tiny fragments of light that dissipated into the air.

Ye Chongren lowered his head and his body was shaky, as if a breeze could blow him down.

Samsara sword intent continuously shot out from his body like silk threads. However, the power of these sword intents was far different from that in his heyday.

Although the Samsara Sword Intent still emitted a faint light at this moment, it seemed so weak, as if it would go out at any time.

Even when facing Jiang Qisha who was now seriously injured, these reincarnation sword intentions could not cause any substantial harm to him.

But Ye Chongren seemed to be trapped in an obsession. The reincarnation sword intent was like water continuously overflowing from an overflowing water jar. Although weak, it continued to attack Jiang Qisha without interruption.

There was a look of determination and madness in his eyes, as if he would never give up attacking Jiang Qisha as long as he had a little strength left.

Jiang Qisha, however, didn't even bother to look at him, instead concentrating his own murderous intent to form a small domain. This domain was filled with murderous intent, eerie and terrifying, like the entrance to hell. Whenever Ye Chongren's samsara sword intent came into contact with this domain of murderous intent, it was like a moth to a flame, ruthlessly devoured without a trace, leaving behind no trace.

"Haha... a dying dog, unable to protect his own woman, what a shame. Speaking of which, that woman is quite good-looking, but it's a pity that she followed the wrong man." Hongdie's lips curled up into a mocking smile, but her eyes were full of love as she looked at Jiang Qisha. Then, she glanced at Ye Chongren with contempt and continued, "This is my man. Even in the core area, he is a well-known genius in the Nine Sects. Most of those so-called imperial clan disciples can only look up to him and feel inferior to him."

In the distance, Ou Yezi, supported by Yu Ding, struggled to get up from the ground. His body was shaking uncontrollably, and even his voice was trembling, as if he would collapse again at any moment: "Your Majesty..." His voice was filled with grief and helplessness, and his eyes were filled with worry as he looked at Ye Chongren.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Chongren. At this moment, he looked so small and lonely, completely different from the once upright and high-spirited Lord in their hearts.

He exuded a thick aura of death, as if shrouded in a layer of dark haze, and no longer had the spirit of the past.

Hou Tu died. The woman he loved deeply closed her eyes forever in front of him to protect him.

He witnessed the moment when Hou Tu's life disappeared. That scene was like a nightmare, deeply imprinted in his mind and could not be erased.

Not even the corpse could be left.

"Sister... I'm sorry, I should have stopped you..." Xuan Ming's face was covered with tears, and the tears were like beads that had broken off the string, plopped across her face, dripped onto the ground, and left small water stains.

Her voice was filled with self-blame and regret, and her body was shaking with excessive sadness.

They were also filled with confusion, unable to understand how Hou Tu's speed had increased so much. Previously, according to Ye Chongren's careful arrangements, they had all gone together to seek help from the Wrathful Po. Knowing that time was running out and the large group was moving slowly, at Shen Wancai's suggestion, Hou Tu and his companions went ahead to the Xiongye to search for the Wrathful Po.

The wicked woman's speed was so great that she vanished from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye. However, to everyone's surprise, Hou Tu's speed suddenly soared at that moment, far exceeding everyone's expectations, gradually widening the gap between them and the main force. They could only watch helplessly as Hou Tu's figure dwindled in the distance until it vanished.

At this moment, they looked at Ye Chongren's grief-stricken appearance, and everyone's heart was filled with grief. They even hated their own incompetence. Why couldn't they help at such a critical moment?

All along, it was Ye Chongren who silently helped them. On the path of cultivation, Ye Chongren was like a guide, pushing them forward at a very fast speed. Whenever they encountered great resistance and difficulties, it was always Ye Chongren who, with his own strength, opened up a path for them to move forward.

But now, when Ye Chongren needed them the most, they could only stand by and watch helplessly as he fell into endless pain.