The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

The boy's expression was resolute, yet somewhat disheveled, as if he had just experienced a major battle.

He coldly swept his gaze around.

With a clenched fist, the tribulation lightning exploded, displaying overwhelming power!

"Who dares to fight this Holy Son!"

Hu Yanming inherited his senior brother's arrogance. Although his own cultivation level was only at the Transformation Bridge Realm, his aura was already comparable to that of a rare great supernatural being in the world.

His voice boomed like thunder, intimidating all directions.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Lightning bolts struck one after another, and figures dressed in the robes of the Mingshen Sect disciples emerged from the lightning and stood behind Huyan Ming.

It's unclear when exactly, but the disciples of the Mingshen Sect have all developed a fondness for this exceptionally high-profile entrance, perhaps because it's cool, or perhaps as a way of mourning the former Thunder Lord.

Boom——

Thunder roared in the distance, its deafening sound shaking the heavens and the earth!

An extremely powerful aura descended upon this battlefield.

It's not just the disciples of the Naruto Sect.

The top martial arts master of Snow Town, Thunder Emperor, has also joined the battle.

Join forces to punish the Great Wilderness tribe that attempted to seize control of the northern desert!

"I surrender!"

One of the bandits shouted, attracting the attention of many. He threw down his weapon, raised his hands, and repeatedly shouted, "I surrender!"

One man had the idea of ​​retreating. Seeing this, the others looked at each other in dismay. Some of the cowardly ones even began to follow suit, discarding their weapons and surrendering at the first sign of trouble.

Whether the Hundred Refinements Pavilion was destroyed or not, these people do not know.

All they knew was that without the help of a powerful figure, they would be no match for the Hundred Refinement Pavilion's resistance, the reinforcements from the Five Regions, and the belated arrival of the Ming Shen Sect...

They were utterly powerless to resist!

Surrender is certainly shameful.

But for a life that only has one chance, being able to survive is already a stroke of luck amidst misfortune!

He was a ruthless executioner who lived on the edge of a knife.

Where does honor come from? Where does courage come from?

Perhaps it will be when the Desolate Clan kills the Dragon Emperor and wipes out all the rebels.

Ultimately, victory will still belong to them.

But who can guarantee that we can hold out until then?

Tang Yi clutched her heaving chest, her eyes fixed on the surrendered desert bandits. To these villains, her heart was filled with nothing but hatred!

They've done so many heinous things...

How can this be resolved with just a word like "surrender"?

Such a person deserves death!

Should we spare their lives?

Former Pavilion Master Zisang turned to look at Hundred Refinement True Ancestor, "Keeping them alive is just what we need to make use of them to make up for the losses in the sect and the city."

"It can be considered a form of atonement."

"They are the ones who have little remaining value, but what about those who died?!"

As if she had touched a nerve with Tang Yi, she defied her superior and angrily retorted, "The mistakes they made are unforgivable. It's a pity for these people, it's not worth it!"

"Our disciples have suffered heavy casualties, their blood still cold..."

"At this point in the battle, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the price has been so high. If we let these culprits go now, how can we face those who sacrificed their lives to pave the way?"

"With all this devastation, are we just going to let their blood be shed in vain?"

After several battles, Tang Yi was also greatly affected.

Although they were all minor injuries and not fatal, witnessing familiar faces leave one after another and die at the hands of the desert bandits made it impossible for her to give these villains a chance to atone for their sins, given the pain she was in.

Tang Yi's eyes were bloodshot, and she was emotionally agitated, her words piercing to the heart. Looking at her body covered in wounds and her tattered clothes, Zi Sang couldn't say much at this critical moment.

"The battle isn't over yet!!!"

Finally, Tang Yi shouted it out with red eyes.

The battle is not over yet.

People are still bleeding, people are still sacrificing themselves... Only by dealing with things here as soon as possible can we get to the city and further stop the tragedy from spreading!

"Hoo, ho, ho..."

Zhang Daoxu, clutching his violently heaving chest, knelt on one knee, panting heavily, and said, "Don't talk to me about 'laying down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot,' that's for monks!"

"Today, your grandfather will act on behalf of Heaven and send you all to hell!"

The Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain made his stance clear.

His thoughts were the same as Tang Yi's: either fight until all things were silent, until death, or personally put an end to this chaos and show no mercy!

"You think you can kill us all? You're not qualified!"

A powerful being, unwilling to be a prisoner, unleashed astonishing power.

But in the next moment, it was torn in two by the lich-transformed Ghost Eye Demon Moon.

"Aaaaaah! Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!"

With his physical body destroyed, this powerful cultivator, who was determined to die rather than surrender, unleashed his final primordial spirit magic, determined to perish together with the Ghost Eye Demon Moon!

"Little Doyle."

Xiao Qingyue's vertical pupils between her eyebrows suddenly opened wide to the sides.

The ghostly eyes gleamed with an eerie green light.

Under the illumination of this light.

Filled with resentment, the enemy's spirit shattered, and he met a violent end.

Thus ended the life of a great master who had reached the other side in a tragic way.

"This generation of Lishan Priestesses is stronger and more outstanding than the previous generation!"

The leader of the desert gave it a very high evaluation in his heart.

Fortunately, their Hundred Refinement Pavilion's Holy Son is no slouch!

While the Lishan Witch, hailed as the "Number One Immortal of Our Time," is indeed highly skilled, in reality, she still ranks behind the exceptionally accomplished weapon refiner, Qianji Bailian, to date.

Even though this number one cultivator had a hiatus of several decades.

This will be the case for at least the next ten years.

Ten years from now, it's hard to say!

"If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring breeze..."

Just then, the mysterious and powerful figure with an illustrious record spoke up.

Gu Yi looked at everyone without making any deliberate moves, but he gave off the impression of a ruthless sword master who disregarded life and had no regard for human warmth or coldness.

"Kindness to your enemies is cruelty to yourself."

He said calmly.

Xiao Qingyue carefully examined Gu Yi, who had changed his appearance.

The more I look at it, the more familiar it seems.

However, she didn't know what the problem was.

The reason was simple: Xiao Qingyue felt that the mysterious strongman's temperament was somewhat similar to that of the green-robed man who had taught her in the past, but his appearance was similar to that of the Sword Master of yesteryear.

It's as if it's a combination of the two!

Fortunately, Xiao Qingyue was distracted by other things and had no time to pay attention to Gu Yi.

Otherwise, if she saw a stranger use the Four Forms of Asking the Heavens, she would definitely cry, make a scene, and threaten suicide when she got back, insisting that Senior Brother Ye teach her the sword technique!

The profound and the easy, though of the same origin, share the same methods and can be freely taught.

She came from Wuli Mountain, and as an outsider, it's understandable that she couldn't learn the sect's core secrets.

But what if even outsiders learn it?

As someone who is practically an outsider, why can't she?

Is it just because she doesn't wield a sword?