The eldest sister just wanted to give up, while the spirit swords vied to recognize her as their mas

Everyone present felt a powerful suction force, as if it were trying to pull their souls out of their bodies.

Chang Shen's face suddenly darkened, and he immediately led a group of Xuan Tian Sect disciples to retreat several hundred meters.

The enormous, spinning incantation under Meng Ci'er's hand was like a black hole that devoured everything in the world.

He had clearly lost his mind. As soon as the thirteenth curse was unleashed, some outer disciples were caught in it and were instantly turned into mincemeat, unable to even scream.

Yun Fuzhao remained unmoved; it was time to end this.

Wuji stood before her, the red gem on the hilt of Yun Fuzhao's sword shining brightly, casting a touch of crimson on her eyes.

"Void Dragon Roar Second Form: Clouds Conceal, Moon Appears!"

In an instant, the world turned from day to night, and a bright moon rose from the horizon, hanging high in the sky, its clear light carrying a chilling coldness.

The spinning incantation gradually solidified, and in an instant, it crashed down, its surface covered with a thick layer of frost.

Meng Ci'er took a half step back, his eyes bloodshot. He looked at Yun Fuzhao as if he were seeing some monster. "Impossible..."

Yun Fuzhao swung his sword, the wind from which was fierce and powerful, carrying an overwhelming momentum.

Meng Ci'er tried to dodge, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot. She was pinned down by the sword wind and couldn't move at all.

Yu Nian'er turned pale and cried out, "Master!"

Her response was a "thud" as a head hit the ground.

The air was deathly still.

Two seconds later, the disciples let out a shrill scream.

"Master murdered! Master murdered!"

"Yun Fuzhao is utterly rebellious! He has committed insubordination! Everyone should kill him!"

Yun Fuzhao's heart was racing. Saying it was one thing, doing it was another.

Meng Ci'er's head rolled off, his eyes still fixed on her. It terrified her, terrified that his head would roll towards her at any moment.

She felt a chill run down her spine, and her legs trembled uncontrollably, but her expression remained calm and indifferent.

To everyone else, however, she appeared to be trembling with excitement as she killed.

The disciples' fear of her reached its peak.

Yun Fuzhao: "What do you mean by 'killing one's master'? I'm no longer his disciple."

"Yun Fuzhao! I want you to be buried with my master!" Hou Feiyu, his eyes bloodshot, attacked her without regard for anything else.

Yun Fuzhao sent him flying with a single palm strike.

Yu Nian'er cried, her face streaked with tears. She clenched her fists and cried, "Yun Fuzhao, why did you do this? If you hate me, you can come at me directly. Why hurt innocent people?"

Before she could speak, Yun Fuzhao almost forgot that there was still the troublemaker Yu Nian'er to deal with.

If she hadn't framed him, Yun Fuzhao wouldn't have gone to such extremes.

However, Yu Nian'er is the protagonist of this novel, and Yun Fuzhao doubts that he might not be able to kill her.

Never mind, I need to vent my anger.

Yun Fuzhao carried Wuji step by step toward Yu Nian'er.

The latter was so frightened that her face turned pale, her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.

"W-What do you want to do?"

"Didn't you say you'd come after me?"

Yu Nian'er was terrified. Her appearance clearly indicated she really wanted to kill her! She was a madwoman!

"Brother Wenyan, save me!" Yu Nian'er was almost frightened and couldn't care about anything else. She cried and begged Wenyan for help.

Chang Shen and Wen Yan stood together in front of Yu Nian'er.

“Young friend Yun, Meng Ci’er is dead. She was my personal disciple. I hope you will spare her life for the sake of the Xuan Tian Sect.”

Chang Shen tried to persuade her gently, explaining that it wasn't that she couldn't defeat Yun Fuzhao, but that Yun Fuzhao was too wicked. He didn't know what method she had used to steal the Void Dragon Roar technique from the Xuantian Sect, and the spirit beast she had contracted with was a fox.

He didn't know how many more tricks she had up her sleeve, and anyone with eyes could see that it wasn't the right time to clash with her.

Yun Fuzhao sized up Chang Shen. In the story, Yu Nian'er's second master had already reached the mid-stage of the Integration Realm, which was beyond her ability to deal with.

With him in the way, Yun Fuzhao couldn't do anything he wanted.

"What face does the Xuantian Sect have?" Yun Fuzhao sneered. "If you go back today, you'll bring people to kill me tomorrow. Do you think I'd let a tiger return to the mountain?"

Hearing her words, Chang Shen realized that she must have other trump cards up her sleeve to dare to challenge the Xuan Tian Sect like this. He was somewhat glad that he had made the right choice.

"Don't worry, young friend Yun. No matter what, this is a matter for your sect. Our Xuantian Sect will not interfere."

“Words are not enough; Your Excellency’s oath is more convincing.”

Chang Shen immediately made an oath.

Yun Fuzhao then took Wuji in.

The disciples of Xuantian Sect dared not delay, fearing that Yun Fuzhao would fall ill and kill them all. Upon Chang Shen's order, they immediately left Wuya Sword Sect.

Run faster than a rabbit.

"Fu Zhao, I'll be going now."

Xie Wan walked alone, with her disciples watching her warily.

Yun Fuzhao: "Okay. Thank you for today."

She never expected that Xie Wan would stand by her side after only a few meetings.

"You are Welcome."

Xie Wan gave her a deep look, and before leaving, she said, "Be careful in everything."

Most of the people had left, leaving only the people from the Boundless Sword Sect and... the people from the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts.

Yun Fuzhao looked over and saw Qiu Su looking at her thoughtfully.

Last time she wore a mask and disguised her voice, so he shouldn't have recognized her.

At this moment, the peak masters of the other peaks, who had been silent all along, spoke up, "Yun Fuzhao, you madman, how dare you kill the sect master!"

"You heartless ingrate! The sect leader has raised you for so many years!"

"Get out of the Boundless Sword Sect right now! With you around, our sect will never have a moment's peace!"

The elders hurled insults at her, but kept their distance. Their cultivation was below Meng Ci'er's, so they dared not confront her directly and could only resort to verbal attacks.

"You want me to leave? I'm not leaving. I'll make you furious."

Yun Fuzhao crossed his arms and looked at them with a leisurely air.

The elders were furious, but they couldn't do anything about it.

"What good show did I miss?"

An old man strolled over slowly, his eyes still sleepy, clearly having just woken up.

"Old Qu, this madman killed Meng Ci'er!"

Yun Fuzhao looked at the newcomer and met the old man's eyes. She was startled. Wasn't this the old man who had taken her blanket?

Song Ying whispered in her ear, "He is the Fifth Elder. He was the one who took us in back then."

Yun Fuzhao was surprised, never expecting that he was the master she had longed for for so long.

Qu Wangzhi yawned lazily, "Who saw her kill Meng Ci'er?"

Song Ying shook his head, "This disciple didn't see it. Perhaps the sect leader's head wasn't firmly planted and fell off by itself."

Qu Wangzhi nodded, then looked at the group of outer disciples, "Did you all see that?"

They already had reservations about Meng Ci'er using the Thirteen Curses regardless of their lives, and Yun Fuzhao had once helped them.

The outer disciples' hearts tipped in her favor once again.

"I didn't see it. I was just lost in thought."

"I didn't see it either. Maybe Wen Yan killed him. Didn't he have a bad relationship with the sect leader?"

The elders: "?"