NOVPUBMeng Meiping felt an indescribable suffocation at Jiang Muyun’s ever-calming indifference.
Now that death approached, why did Jiang Muyun still act so aloof, even above worldly affairs!
What she wanted to see was Jiang Muyun losing her sanity, begging her for mercy out of fear.
She intended to have Jiang Muyun display an ugly spectacle in front of all the major Sects of the Lower Realm.
Clutching the Emerald Treasured Sword in her hand a little tighter, a cold smile surfaced on Meng Meiping’s lips as spiritual energy within her body concentrated into the sword.
The blade immediately emitted a bitterly cold green light.
She swung the Treasure Sword in her hand!
"Swish!"
The sword grazed over Jiang Muyun’s right arm, instantly leaving a deep gash from which blood spurted.
Jiang Muyun’s body trembled violently, her entire being wracked with bone-deep pain! But not a sound came from her throat.
Sword Punishment!
This was a method of punishing criminals within the Moon Fallen Sect, infusing the Treasure Sword with spiritual energy in a special way.
The sharpness of the blade, when cutting through skin and flesh, would bring a bone-corroding power that burrowed into the bones.
Seeing Jiang Muyun’s trembling form, Meng Meiping spoke coldly, "Jiang Muyun has committed a heinous crime. Before we behead her completely, she will undergo forty-nine rounds of Sword Punishment! This is to cleanse her sins, in hopes that she can reform in her next life!"
As her words ended.
Meng Meiping’s Emerald Treasured Sword swung out once more!
"Swish!"
This time it crossed over Jiang Muyun’s left arm, causing warm blood to spray out immediately.
Beads of sweat appeared on Jiang Muyun’s forehead, her mouth biting down on her teeth tightly, her breathing growing more rapid as the bone-deep agony tortured her, her fair palm clenched into a fist.
Meng Meiping was trying to lure the snake out of its hole—if Shen Feng was indeed here!
Gao Huiying, Jiang Zhuyu, and Xue Wanyue of the Hundred Flower Sect, despite not knowing Jiang Muyun, felt an overwhelming sense of anger upon witnessing this scene.
Lu Wansheng transmitted a sound message to the Lu Family members, "Ancestor, I can’t stand to watch any longer; this young girl is too vicious!"
Feng Lianghai and Lu Xueqing, among others, turned their gaze towards Lu Xiangfu as well.
A few seconds later.
Lu Xiangfu transmitted only one word, "Wait!"
But from his slightly tensed body, it was clear his mood was far from calm. Yet he knew now was not the best moment to act!
At the same time.
Inside the rudimentary dwelling of the Bloodkill Holy Palace.
Xu Ziyue, her aura bursting with intent to kill and her beautiful eyes showing malevolent energy, said, "Old Ancestor, I’m starting to admire Jiang Muyun!"
"Meng Meiping is on a completely different level compared to Jiang Muyun, in terms of mentality."
Xu Shuncang sighed, "What a pity that Jiang Muyun, as a disciple of the Moon Fallen Sect’s Sect Master, has such a weak teacher. It seems like the young man you mentioned won’t appear!"
Inside the rudimentary dwellings of the Cold Extreme Palace and the Blood Soul Demon Sect, the Old Ancestors and Sect Masters of these Sects were also paying attention to the developments at the Moon Fallen Sect.
While the surrounding voices of discussion were nonstop.
Meng Meiping’s Emerald Treasured Sword never ceased!
"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!——"
The sound of blades slicing through flesh echoed in the air.
Meng Meiping had already swung forty swords!
Apart from her face, Jiang Muyun’s body was covered in streaks of blood!
The bone-corroding pain made Jiang Muyun tremble increasingly violently; it was as if she felt all her bones might shatter, her forehead hair dampened by sweat!
Shen Feng would no longer appear!
This might be the best ending. No one would come to her rescue, yet she did not regret her choice, believing that staying true to one’s heart was indeed correct.
Xiao Lanyu looked at her once disciple, drenched in blood, and ultimately felt a hint of reluctance and said, "Behead her!"
Meng Meiping said, "Sect Master, there are still the last nine strikes of the sword punishment. The Old Ancestor must be paying attention to the situation here, we cannot behead her now. With these last nine strikes, I will destroy her beauty, to let her understand that living honestly is most important."
Hearing Meng Meiping mention the Old Ancestor, Xiao Lanyu ultimately chose silence.
Meng Meiping once again infused Spiritual Energy into the Emerald Treasured Sword in her hand.
Similarly, upon hearing Meng Meiping’s words, Lu Xiangfu felt the aura within his body subtly rising. He knew he could no longer wait, even if it truly meant his end here!
"Leave the matters here to me!"
But just when Lu Xiangfu’s figure was about to rush out, a familiar voice suddenly echoed in his mind, causing his movements to pause slightly.
And at this moment.
Meng Meiping’s Treasure Sword showed no mercy as it swung viciously towards Jiang Muyun’s face.
Jiang Muyun coldly watched Meng Meiping, and suddenly, she felt that dying at the hands of such a person would leave her somewhat unwilling, but she accepted reality. Even if her beauty was destroyed, so what? She had never done anything wrong!
Many cultivators around.
When that moment came, they all clicked their tongues, feeling that Jiang Muyun, for the sake of the boy wanted by the law, had ended up in such a state, which was truly not worth it, just as many believed Meng Meiping’s methods were too cruel!
When almost everyone thought that Jiang Muyun’s fairy-like beauty was going to be destroyed.
Suddenly.
A blur of shadow shot forward swiftly. The shadow bore no aura, which prevented the strong present from sensing it immediately.
It was only when the shadow appeared abruptly.
That even those at the Condensing Immortal Stage were too late to react.
"Swoosh!"
"Bang!"
The shadow was a rust-stained Giant Sword, which flew past Meng Meiping’s sword-wielding arm with fierce speed.
Ultimately, the tip of the rust-stained Giant Sword stuck into the ground not far behind Meng Meiping.
And Meng Meiping’s arm had already dropped to the ground.
"Ah!"
A scream of agony came from her throat as her face, once full of confidence and ruthlessness, dissolved into confusion and pain. For a moment, her mind seemed to short-circuit, and blood poured out from the severed limb.
During her scream.
A shadow descended swiftly from the sky, landing steadily beside the Giant Sword.
The Shadow Man was dressed in a black cloak, his entire face concealed within the hood.
A gust of wind swept up without warning.
Knocking the Shadow Man’s hood off, and with it, his cloak was blown away!
Everyone’s gaze converged on the shadowy figure.
At this moment.
A man! A sword!
He managed to convey a dominating presence, although many could sense that his cultivation level was only at the Nascent Variation Stage.
When the cultivators saw the face of the Shadow Man, surprise flickered across their expressions!
This youth, wanted by both the Righteous Path and the Demon Path, dared to show up under the public gaze?
"Swoosh!"
Shen Feng grasped the hilt of the Hidden Edge, pulling it from the ground, turned around, and looked towards Xiao Lanyu and the people of the Moon Fallen Sect, including Meng Meiping. A icy voice came from his throat, "As you wished, I have come!"
