Wui Guan had finally reached the Xuemo Sect.
By her side stood Su Nian's stepmother and her son...both of whom had participated in the ceremony and had been closely observing Su Nian and Duie. Blinded by her pride, Su Nian's stepmother had allied herself with Wui Guan on the very day she was humiliated for raising a hand against Su Nian.
She had long yearned for revenge....not only against Duie and her sister but had long harbored the intent to kill Su Nian himself. In her thirst for vengeance, she handed over her dark incantations to Wui Guan. In return, Wui Guan gifted her with venomous swords.....crafted solely for assassination.
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Meanwhile, far from this dark alliance, Mo Yan and Yu Sui were still engaged in battle.....facing thousands of enemies.
Fighting side by side, they gave no ground. Behind them, messages from Bao Fang poured in.....one after the other, growing more desperate by the second: "The situation has worsened.....innocents are dying everywhere."
It was then that Yu Sui made a heartbreaking decision.
Hardening his heart, he sent Mo Yan back to the Xuemo Sect to protect the rest. Mo Yan didn't waste a second....he knew the gravity of the moment.
Both understood: the tide of fate had taken a terrifying turn.
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When Mo Yan reached the Xuemo Sect, what awaited him was nothing short of a nightmare.
Bodies lay scattered in every direction.....some were children, others the elderly. The place that once overflowed with life and light was now bathed in blood. His heart shattered.
He stumbled toward Duie's home.....but what he saw froze his soul.
There, lying before him.....lifeless.....were the bodies of Duie and Su Nian.
Inside, Duie's sister was also dead, the limit of cruelty had been crossed
Mo Yan's knees gave way.
He collapsed.
At that moment, five of his surviving disciples appeared.
Seeing even his pupils in such a state, his sorrow erupted into something far darker. Blood rose behind his eyes, and fire surged through his veins.
He stood.
Silently.
Like a statue of vengeance, carved in rage.
And then.....he began to kill.
Every enemy in sight fell beneath his blade. Mercy no longer had a place in his heart. His sword, once a protector's tool, now became the harbinger of death. With every swing, a throat was cut. With every breath, another life was claimed.
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On the other side, Yu Sui had also cast off all restraint.
The influence of Su Tao Jue had finally worn off.....revealing his true form. But alas, this... this was the greatest mistake.
For this was exactly what Wui Guan had planned.
Her goal had always been to divide them.
She had ordered the ambush when no one was watching....ensuring that no allies would remain to come to Mo Yan or Yu Sui's aid.
Now, with Su Nian's stepmother by her side, Wui Guan was preparing to unleash a powerful ritual.....one so cursed, so dark, that even death itself would die a thousand deaths in its wake.