After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

Shen Shuchou's knuckles gripping the sword turned slightly white, but the sharpness in his eyes grew even more intense.

He knew perfectly well that even with the Shufeng sword in hand, he should never confront the Spirit Realm cultivator in front of him head-on.

In the next instant, he swiftly dodged away, narrowly avoiding the punch that came flying through the air. His sword followed his movements, its cold light piercing straight out.

But Captain Chu's movements were as swift as lightning. He effortlessly deflected the sword's force and then unleashed another powerful punch.

This punch was several times more powerful than the previous one.

Shen Shuchou's body shot backward like a kite with a broken string, his chest heaving with blood and qi, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.

Outside the water mirror, Elder Chen suddenly stood up, his face ashen.

"Elder Chen, why did you suddenly stand up when you were just going to watch the match? Is it because you are getting old and your back and legs are not strong enough?"

The one who made the sarcastic remark was the very elder who had previously insisted on thoroughly investigating Shen Shuchou.

Elder Chen's cold gaze swept over them, his voice chilling to the bone: "This boy is clearly a descendant of your Chu family. The ironclad rules of the Holy War forbid anyone entering from exceeding the Foundation Establishment realm. He has already stepped into the Spirit Realm. How do you explain this? Could it be that Elder Chu acted out of personal favoritism and deliberately let him in? I demand that this Holy War be stopped immediately!"

Elder Chu chuckled indifferently, not backing down an inch: "He is indeed a member of my Chu family. But he broke through on his own during the Holy War, what does that have to do with me? In my opinion, Elder Chen is just panicking because he is heartbroken that his own person is about to die."

"fart!"

Elder Chen, no longer caring about his composure, angrily retorted.

"The spiritual energy within the Holy Battlefield is sealed off; how could this boy have broken through there? I believe you've secretly sabotaged it! I demand an immediate end to this Holy War!"

Elder Chu's mockery deepened as he slowly said, "Elder Chen, if you're not as skilled, just admit it. Why lose your composure like this?"

"My junior did indeed break through during the Holy War. As for how he did it, I can only say that he was exceptionally talented and blessed with good fortune, something that others can only envy."

Elder Chen was so angry that his beard and hair stood on end. Just as he was about to argue again, the white-haired old woman at the head of the table spoke up again. Her voice was calm but carried an undeniable authority: "Enough, Elder Chen. This boy was indeed at the Foundation Establishment stage before entering the Holy Battlefield. He broke through to the Spirit Void stage after entering. This does not count as breaking the rules."

Elder Chen was unwilling to accept this and wanted to argue, but when he met the old woman's indifferent gaze, he could only suppress his anger.

He knew perfectly well that no one in the Holy Battlefield had ever been able to break through to the next level, and Elder Chu must have secretly sabotaged this.

On the other side, Lu Wanheng stood quietly beside the water mirror, a faint hint of killing intent quietly rising in his usually cold eyes, like an undercurrent beneath thin ice.

The killing intent wasn't directed at Shen Shuchou, but rather firmly locked onto the figure in the water mirror at the Spirit Realm.

Inside the Holy Battlefield, every sword strike by Shen Shuchou was relentlessly suppressed by Chu Tian.

The sword light was constantly deflected by the force of the fist, and his arm holding the sword was already sore and numb, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

"Remember this, the man who killed you is named Chu Tian!"

Chu Tian grinned maliciously and threw another punch.

The fist, carrying the pressure of the Spirit Realm, slammed heavily into Shen Shuchou's chest.

"puff--"

Shen Shuchou was struck as if by a heavy blow, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the broken wall.

A metallic taste filled my throat, and my vision blurred. My already weak body felt even worse.

Just then, the chilling roar from afar quietly approached, and before they knew it, the terrifying figure had appeared before them.

"Oh no! It...it's coming!"

A boy stared at the tall, dark figure, his voice trembling and his face drained of color.

Shen Shuchou forced himself to look up.

The figure that roared was exceptionally tall, its entire body covered in jet-black armor.

Dry, brittle flesh was faintly visible through the gaps in his armor, and he gripped a giant axe tightly in his hand.

The black blood congealed on the axe blade dripped continuously, making a "drip-drip" sound as it hit the ground, carrying a nauseating stench.

The moment Elder Chu saw this dead soul, he abruptly stood up before the water mirror, his previous composure vanishing: "A dead soul at the peak of the Spirit Void realm? How is this possible! The highest level of dead souls in the Holy War was only the early stage of the Spirit Void realm. How could there be such a powerful being?"

Elder Chen, on the other side, felt an overwhelming pressure emanating from the dead soul, far surpassing that of its kind. Seeing Elder Chu's discomposure, he couldn't help but sneer, "What? Only your juniors are allowed to reach the Spirit Realm, but dead souls can't be at the peak of the Spirit Realm?"

"Elder Ye, there's definitely something fishy about this. I need to investigate!"

Elder Chu had no time for arguing at this moment and looked anxiously at the white-haired old woman at the head of the table.

He went to great lengths to help Chu Tian break through to the Spirit Realm during the Holy War, hoping to secure the five Dao Seals, but he never expected such an unexpected turn of events.

"Yes, Elder Ye, something is very wrong here!"

"We've never seen such a powerful undead spirit before!"

The other elders echoed this sentiment, their expressions solemn.

The white-haired old woman frowned, tapping her fingertips lightly on the armrest. She quickly transmitted her thoughts using her spiritual power: "Find out what happened."

A moment later, the elder in charge of the trial strode into the main hall, bowed to the elders, and said in a deep voice, "Reporting to the elders, for some reason, that dead soul suddenly awakened its self-awareness and devoured a large number of its own kind of dead souls, which is why it has become so powerful."

"How could I suddenly awaken to consciousness? I demand an immediate end to this holy war!"

Elder Chu said urgently.

"Hmph, I said long ago that this war should be ended."

Elder Chen chimed in from the side, his tone tinged with satisfaction.

The elder in charge of enforcement shook his head, his tone heavy: "Not only has something amiss occurred within the Holy Battlefield, but even the core of the Holy Battle's formation has malfunctioned. At this moment... it is impossible to forcibly stop it."

"How is that possible!"

"How could this be!"

The elders were all taken aback and looked at each other in dismay.

The Holy War Formation was blessed by the elders of the Holy Land throughout the ages, so how could it suddenly go out of control?

The elder in charge of law enforcement remained silent and said nothing more.

Others might not understand, but he had a vague answer in his heart.

Under the protection of the Holy Land, such a low-level disturbance could never occur during the Holy War. And the only person in the entire Holy Land who could quietly shake the core of the formation would probably be someone else.

Feng Wujiang.

Although he didn't know why this unassuming sage ruler would do this, he understood that it was something he couldn't interfere with.

On the other side, Feng Wujiang stood quietly by the window, gazing at the rampaging black-armored undead in the water mirror. A meaningful smile curled at the corner of his lips as he muttered to himself, "No matter who you are or how many secrets you're hiding... if you don't die in this mess, I won't be at peace."

In the water mirror, the black-armored dead soul took heavy steps and walked towards Chu Tian, ​​Shen Shuchou, and the others.

The sound of the giant axe scraping the ground was like a death knell.

"Kid, you're lucky you're not destined to die by my hand."

Chu Tian withdrew his fist and stood up, a smug and sinister smile on his face. He looked down at Shen Shuchou, who was lying on the ground, and his tone was full of disdain.

"To die by this axe, you won't have come in vain."

After saying this, he didn't look at Shen Shuchou again, gave a cold shout to the few remaining people behind him, and turned around to flee in a hurry in the direction away from the dead souls.

He wanted to completely throw Shen Shuchou to that fierce and deadly spirit at the peak of the Spirit Realm, making him a scapegoat through and through.