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Everyone stared blankly at the pale white figure, then at the stage where the breathing was disordered.

Jian Wuji's expression changed drastically, as if he had aged ten years in an instant, and his mind was filled with a roar.

Did you win? Or did you lose?

No, this cannot be called a contest at all. This was a complete...crushing defeat. A utter and complete crushing defeat in terms of vision, mindset, and even understanding of the "Tao"!

Shen Mo didn't even make a single real attack. He merely relied on his unpredictable movements and keen eyesight to make Jian Wuji, a fearsome sword master, lose face and suffer a blow to his Dao heart!

This is more terrifying and more despairing than defeating him head-on!

"Sect Leader..." Jin Hao's throat was dry as he looked at Shen Mo, his eyes filled with boundless awe and admiration. He had long known that the Sect Leader was unfathomable, but he had never imagined that he could be so unfathomable!

Mu Qingqing, Zhao Qingyan, Li Xiaocao, and others were also filled with excitement and could hardly contain themselves.

Han Lin let out a long sigh of relief, a relieved smile spreading across his old face. A barely perceptible glint of pride flashed in Su Xiao's cold eyes.

The smile on Huoyun Daoist's face had long since frozen, and only deep fear and apprehension remained in his eyes.

The Frost Fairy of Xuanbing Pavilion's beautiful eyes gleamed with wonder, and she sighed inwardly, "The Way of Flowing Clouds is truly unfathomable... Shen Mo is no ordinary person."

Chen Hao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his mind filled with only one thought: "Hold on! I'll cling to this powerful figure, even if it kills me!"

The smaller sects and independent cultivators were even more agitated, their gazes towards Shen Mo filled with fervor and awe. They realized their leader was indeed this powerful!

It turns out that the Heavenly Sword Sect Master, that seemingly invincible sword master, was actually so... vulnerable in front of the Alliance Leader!

The silence lasted for a full ten breaths.

Finally, Jian Wuji on the stage abruptly raised his head, staring intently at Shen Mo's retreating figure. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with resentment, madness, and unwillingness, mixed with a hint of fear he himself was unaware of. His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly—

"puff--!"

A large mouthful of dark red blood, imbued with a sharp sword aura, gushed out! The blood splattered three feet, staining his silver robe on his chest and the cold, icy iron beneath his feet.

"Sect Master!" Jian Wuhen and the others were shocked and rushed onto the stage to support the swaying Jian Wuji.

Jian Wuji's face was ashen, and his aura was extremely weak, as if all his energy and spirit had been drained away in an instant.

He gripped Jian Wuhen's arm tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh, yet his gaze remained fixed on the moon-white figure. He forced out a few words through clenched teeth: "Shen...Mo...the Heavenly Sword Sect...will remember this humiliation!"

His voice was hoarse, filled with deep-seated hatred, but all his previous arrogance and domineering presence was gone, leaving only the mournful wail of a defeated dog.

Shen Mo paused slightly, without turning around, but his soft voice echoed clearly in the silent square:

"Sect Master Sword's injuries are quite severe; he should return to recuperate as soon as possible. As for the Heavenly Sword Ceremony... it seems there's no time to continue. I, Shen, take my leave."

Having said that, he didn't linger any longer. Leading the Qingyun Alliance members, he gracefully descended the mountain under the watchful eyes of countless complex gazes. He came with composure and left with indifference, as if he had merely attended an insignificant banquet and casually dismissed a noisy child.

Jian Wuji staggered, his face pale and bloodshot. He was hurriedly supported by Jian Wuhen and the others. His silver sword robe, which symbolized majesty and power, was now stained with blood, making him look disheveled and glaring.

He gripped Jian Wuhen's arm tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. His gaze swept past the chaotic crowd, fixed on the receding, moon-white figure. His eyes churned with resentment, unwillingness, horror, and a deeper fear that even he himself was unaware of.

That figure was composed, calm, even somewhat... indifferent. It was as if the crushing duel that had just shaken the Southern Region was nothing more than brushing away a fallen leaf from his shoulder, not worth mentioning.

The square was deathly silent. The deafening cheers for Jian Wuji's emergence from seclusion and the shouts of celebration for the Heavenly Sword Sect's prestige had all turned into an awkward silence, stuck in everyone's throats.

Countless gazes swept back and forth between the ashen, panicked, and humiliated faces of the Heavenly Sword Sect members and the composed, flowing figures of the Azure Cloud Alliance group as they descended the mountain.

The air seemed to freeze, carrying the oppressive atmosphere of an impending storm and a lingering sense of absurdity.

The dignified sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Jian Wuji, who had achieved the perfection of the Golden Core and mastered the swordsmanship, emerged from seclusion after many years with great fanfare, intending to use the grand ceremony to revitalize the sect's glory and suppress the arrogance of the Azure Cloud Alliance.

And what was the result? Under three sword strikes, all his flaws were easily exposed, and in the end, he was struck down in the heart with a single word, his Dao heart was damaged, and he vomited blood and retreated in defeat in front of everyone!

This is no longer a simple matter of victory or defeat, but a complete humiliation, a shaking of the foundation, and the shattering of the myth!

Jian Wuhen's face was so dark it could drip water. He suppressed the turmoil and raging anger within him and shouted sharply, "What's the panic! Quickly help the sect leader back to heal his injuries!"

He surveyed his surroundings, his icy gaze sweeping over the guests below the stage, whose expressions varied and who were whispering amongst themselves. His voice carried an undeniable killing intent: "Today's ceremony is over! The Heavenly Sword Sect has urgent matters to attend to and will not continue the festivities! Show them out!"

The words "send off the guest" were almost squeezed out through gritted teeth. There was no etiquette of "sending off" left; it was clearly an act of expulsion.

The guests seemed to awaken from a dream, their expressions varied. Huo Yun Daoist of the Lieyang Sect's face twitched. He felt a sense of satisfaction at Jian Wuji's crushing defeat (this old ghost had often overpowered the Lieyang Sect), but more than that, he felt a chill of shared sorrow and deep apprehension.

Shen Mo... has become this powerful?! Thinking back on all his previous schemes and secret collusion with Shen Mo, a cold sweat broke out on his back.

He forced himself to remain calm, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Jian Wuhen, and said dryly, "Brother Wuhen, the Wuji Sect Master's injuries are serious, so we will take our leave now and visit him another day."

Having said that, without waiting for a response, he led the people of the Blazing Sun Sect away in a hurry, his back view even looking somewhat disheveled.

Fairy Ling Shuang of Xuanbing Pavilion sighed softly, nodded slightly to Jian Wuhen, her clear and cold eyes filled with a complex emotion, and quietly led her disciples away.

Chen Hao of Baibaoge shrank his neck, forced a smile that looked more like a grimace at Jian Wuhen, and hurriedly slipped away. He made up his mind that he would increase cooperation with the Qingyun Alliance when he got back. The Tianjian Sect... was probably doomed.

The other small and medium-sized sects and independent cultivators were even more relieved, scattering like birds and beasts, afraid that if they were too slow, they would be tainted by bad luck or incur the wrath of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

However, as each person departed, the undisguised shock, excitement, and thoughtful reassessment of the situation in their eyes were impossible to conceal. This battle would likely completely reshape the landscape of the Southern Region.

Shen Mo, the leader of the Qingyun Alliance, used this almost humiliating method to declare his absolute dominance and unfathomable power to the entire Southern Region. Meanwhile, the Heavenly Sword Sect… this former overlord, was already in its twilight years.

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