Chapter 1679

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After slaying Hua Jian, Tong Xuan took a step out of the pit and appeared before Xing Han Yun and his group. Clutching the hilt of his knife, he slowly raised his head and looked at Xing Han Yun and the others.

“Damn it!”

His bloodshot eyes carried a hint of malevolence.

In a deep voice, Tong Xuan said, “You… all deserve to die!”

In an instant, without another word, Tong Xuan lunged at Xing Han Yun with his knife.

Even if Xing Han Yun had been foolish, he could now see clearly that Tong Xuan was being controlled by some strange force.

At this moment, Ye Wushuang clutched the sheepskin scroll in his embrace. Zuo Wuyou felt deeply guilty about Sun Yansi’s death, and the scroll mentioned… the treasure could be taken, but the corpse must not be desecrated!

Tong Xuan had grabbed the corpse’s head and thrown Sun Yansi’s body out of the coffin, which undoubtedly provoked Zuo Wuyou.

Seeing this, Tian Linzi chuckled and said, “He brought this upon himself; he deserves to die.”

“Master, what should we do?” asked Tian Linzi.

Seeing Tong Xuan in a frenzied state and locked in a fierce battle with Xing Han Yun, Ye Wushuang laughed and said, “We’re not leaving!”

Not leaving?

“Xing Han Yun is at the late stage of the Zhaixing realm. Let’s see how long Tong Xuan can hold out. The two of you join me in eliminating the other Wanger realm warriors, and then we’ll combine our forces to kill Xing Han Yun!”

Hearing this, Tian Linzi was naturally eager to join the fight.

Yu Yourong, on the other hand, was surprised. Faced with this situation, Ye Wushuang’s first thought was not to take the opportunity to escape but to fight back. It had to be said, the guy had real guts!

But upon closer reflection, with Xing Han Yun entangled by Tong Xuan, they did stand a good chance!

Boom!

The hall erupted with the sound of explosions.

Without hesitation, Yu Yourong and Tian Linzi charged at the other seven or eight Wanger realm cultivators.

With Zhaixing realm cultivators facing Wanger realm opponents, there was an undeniable dominance.

Ye Wushuang did not join the fray but went to the pit and carefully placed Sun Yansi’s body back into the coffin, ensuring it was properly laid to rest.

The battle continued to rage on.

Tong Xuan, in his madness, was two minor realms below Xing Han Yun, yet he was fighting recklessly, burning his life force and fueled by an evil power that controlled his body, giving Xing Han Yun a hard time.

Boom!

Cries of agony rang out one after another.

“Damn it!”

Xing Han Yun turned around, his face turning pale.

Hua Jian was dead, Tong Xuan had gone mad, and the other Wanger realm cultivators were being slaughtered by Yu Yourong and Tian Linzi.

Two cultivators at the initial stage of the Zhaixing realm against seven or eight Wanger realm opponents—it was an easy victory.

In just a short while, three more had met their end.

Yu Yourong and Tian Linzi showed no mercy, and the Wanger realm cultivators were no match for them.

“Ye Wushuang…”

Xing Han Yun’s face was dark and terrifying.

Seeing Xing Han Yun’s gaze, Ye Wushuang grinned and said, “The way this corpse is stored, it must be extremely important to someone. Your men were just too violent…”

“I will kill you first!”

Xing Han Yun’s eyes turned cold, and he ignored Tong Xuan, charging straight at Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang kept retreating, standing by the coffin.

Seeing this, Tong Xuan’s momentum surged, and he burst into a frenzy, charging straight at Xing Han Yun’s back without any regard for his own safety.

At this moment, Xing Han Yun had no time to care about Tong Xuan; he was determined to kill Ye Wushuang.

Buzz…

However, just as Xing Han Yun’s figure swept past the coffin and his hand reached for Ye Wushuang’s neck, a loud explosion sounded.

The walls of the pit burst into flames, and then numerous vine-like tentacles shot out like wooden spears, piercing through Xing Han Yun’s body and pinning him above the coffin.

“Ugh…”

Xing Han Yun spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with horror.

With his late-stage Zhaixing realm strength, he hadn’t sensed it at all!

Ye Wushuang stood at the edge of the pit, catching his breath and sweating on his forehead.

The wooden spears had pierced straight through, turning Xing Han Yun into a pincushion, but the spot where he stood was quite safe.

Yet, feeling the wooden spikes pass by his body, he also had a sense of narrowly escaping death.

And at this moment, Tong Xuan, with his bloodshot eyes, raised his knife and without a word, slashed at Xing Han Yun’s back.

Thud.

Xing Han Yun’s body was split in two, and blood dripped down.

In a short while, Yu Yourong and Tian Linzi arrived.

The bodies of the seven or eight Wanger realm cultivators were still warm in various places in the hall.

At this moment, Tong Xuan waved his hand, and the wooden spikes on the coffin receded and dissipated one by one.

Tong Xuan descended into the pit, gently caressing the coffin with his hand. The bloodshot in his eyes faded, replaced by an extremely tender gaze.

Ye Wushuang looked at this “Tong Xuan” and拱ed his hand, saying, “Senior…”

Tong Xuan looked up at Ye Wushuang and said in a stiff voice, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Senior,” Ye Wushuang said with a smile. “I also believe in a code of honor, even in thievery…”

Hearing this, Tong Xuan was taken aback for a moment, then he laughed. But the smile was more sorrowful than joyful.

“Yan’er… I have failed her!”

Tong Xuan slowly said, “In this life, there is no way to make up for it. In the next life, I will not care about any worldly prejudices.”

As he spoke, Tong Xuan slowly tightened his grip on the hilt of his knife, pointing the blade towards his own abdomen.

Suddenly.

Tong Xuan stopped his movement and looked at Ye Wushuang, saying, “The reason I am here is that I once came with a sage to this ancient land. Perhaps there are still traces left by the sage here!”

Hearing this, Ye Wushuang nodded slowly.

Tong Xuan waved his hand, and a jade pendant appeared from the top of the coffin, floating before Ye Wushuang.

“Take this jade pendant; it might… be useful,” Tong Xuan said.

Ye Wushuang took the jade pendant and bowed deeply again, his expression sincere.

“In this life as Zuo Wuyou, I have not betrayed heaven or earth, but I have failed her!”

With a thud.

Tong Xuan stabbed himself.

In the next moment, Tong Xuan’s eyes gradually returned to normal, but the body that collapsed to the ground twitched a few times and then lost its breath.

Yu Yourong and Tian Linzi finally let out a sigh of relief at this moment.

Xing Han Yun, Tong Xuan, and Hua Jian, three cultivators at the Zhaixing realm, died here, which was another significant loss of top combat strength for the Lingjian Pavilion.

Ye Wushuang took a breath, walked out of the pit, and stripped all the storage spiritual treasures from Xing Han Yun and the others, taking them all and then destroying the bodies.

Walking out of the hall.

Looking at the dilapidated hall, Ye Wushuang couldn’t help but say, “No matter how brilliant you were in life, once you are dead… all the past is like smoke and clouds.”

With a wave of his hand and a clap, the entire hall was reduced to dust, slowly falling and eventually becoming like a grave.

“Zuo Wuyou… Sun Yansi… are just two people buried in the vast history. If we hadn’t discovered them, their story might never be known again…”

Yu Yourong didn’t quite understand Ye Wushuang’s lament.

But Tian Linzi had some comprehension, after all, he was someone who had died once.

Ye Wushuang looked at Tian Linzi and said with a smile, “Integrate the Nine Spirits Heavenly Soul Ginseng slowly. I will first teach you a mantra.”

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