Wandering Swordsman |

Just then, the Three-Handed Sword Demon attacked from behind, his Martial God Sword flashing like lightning, piercing straight for the White Tiger's back!

The White Tiger Saint Lord realized it was too late, but he still mustered his last bit of strength and threw the longsword with all his might!

"go--!"

The longsword, like a shooting star, pierced through the Blood Hand Judge's left shoulder, pinning him to the stone wall!

"Ugh—!" Bloodhand Judge screamed.

Meanwhile, the White Tiger Saint Lord had his chest pierced by the Martial God Sword from behind by the Three-Handed Sword Demon.

He slowly lowered his head, enduring the pain, looking at the blood-stained sword tip protruding from his chest, but a wild and arrogant smile appeared on his lips.

"Hahaha! To be able to accompany Brother Qinglong on the road to the underworld, I have no regrets in this life!"

Then, the Three-Handed Sword Demon sheathed his sword, and the White Tiger Saint Lord's body crashed down, falling into the river and sinking into the darkness along with the Azure Dragon Saint Lord.

......

Supported by the two holy rulers, Zhuque and Xuanwu, Ding Chengfeng couldn't help but look back. Although blood was still flowing from his shoulder, a hint of hatred appeared in his eyes as he looked at the two figures that had disappeared into the river.

It is said in the martial arts world that the Black Wind Gang has committed numerous evils, and its four Holy Lords are all malevolent spirits.

But who would have thought that beneath the fierce exterior lay a loyal soul and an iron will?

They may have done evil in the past, but at this moment, they die for righteousness and fight for love.

The world of martial arts is never simply black and white. And some bonds of friendship, even hidden in darkness, will eventually shine like fireflies in the abyss, illuminating the scene for a fleeting moment.

......

Inside the stone chamber, the cold, flickering firefly light illuminated the mess on the floor.

At this moment, apart from Situ Changkong, only the overseas heretical cultivators led by Oda remained in the stone chamber.

Situ Changkong stood alone before the lingering shadows of the stone platform, his face ashen. His longsword remained unsheathed, its tip trembling slightly, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping over Oda. He was prepared—if Oda turned hostile, he would fight to the death, even if it meant perishing here, he would trade his life for a wound!

The air was still, and a deadly aura spread silently like a spider web.

Oda slowly turned around, his gaze falling on Situ Changkong, a cold smile curving his lips: "Boy... the Black Wind Gang has retreated, and you remain here alone. Do you... still wish to be my enemy?"

Before he finished speaking, Granny White Bone had already quietly approached, waiting only for Oda's order to tear Situ Changkong to pieces!

Situ Changkong sneered, his longsword held horizontally across his chest, his inner energy surging: "I've seen through today's events! If you want to kill me, then come at me! Though I, Situ Changkong, am incompetent, I will not kneel and beg for my life!"

His eyes were piercing, and his robes fluttered in the wind, giving him the air of a righteous disciple.

However, at this critical moment—

"etc."

A voice, soft as silk yet cold as a spring, rang out.

Wei Honglian slowly walked to Oda's side, raised her eyes to look at him, her pupils like deep pools, without a ripple.

"Crimson Lotus?" Oda raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone turning cold. "You dare to stop me?"

"Leader," Wei Honglian said calmly, yet with an undeniable firmness, "I beg you, spare him."

The stone chamber fell silent.

Just then, the Three-Handed Sword Demon and the Blood-Handed Judge, who had failed to kill Ding Chengfeng, returned to the stone chamber. When they saw this scene, they were both stunned. Even Situ Changkong's pupils shrank slightly, and his heart was filled with shock—she actually pleaded for me.

Oda slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed on Wei Honglian like that of a hawk: "Why? He's nothing more than a remnant of the righteous faction who could turn against us at any moment. What use is he?"

Wei Honglian's lips curled up slightly, revealing a bewitching smile: "First, he is one of the few men who can withstand my 'dual cultivation martial arts.' My 'Red Lotus Yin Sha Gong' requires the balance of Yin and Yang. Ordinary men who come into contact with my true energy will have their meridians severed and turn into withered bones within three days. But he... can withstand my power."

She paused, her voice lower, yet each word sharp as a needle: "Such a person is one in a thousand. If I can make good use of him, it will definitely enhance my strength, allowing me to better serve the God Emperor in the future."

Oda's brow twitched slightly, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

Wei Honglian continued, "Secondly... his identity is extraordinary. He is the eldest disciple of Situ Dengfeng, the leader of the martial arts alliance. If he joins us with such a status, it will have a greater deterrent effect than killing ten martial artists from the Central Plains. Once the leader has mastered his divine skills, taking over the Central Plains with his assistance will definitely be twice as effective."

After she finished speaking, her gaze swept lightly over Situ Changkong, as if she were looking at an object about to be refined.

Situ Changkong was deeply shaken.

He had thought that Wei Honglian was just using him, but now he realized that he had become her "furnace" for cultivating evil arts! The words "endure dual cultivation" that she uttered made his ears burn with shame and anger.

After listening, Oda slowly walked forward, stood with his hands behind his back, and even revealed a gentle smile, as if the killing intent from just now had never existed.

"Oh? I didn't expect you to still be of use," he said softly. "If you are truly willing to submit to us, I might spare your life."

Situ Changkong coldly snorted, "Don't even think about it! I'd rather die than surrender!"

Instead of being angry, Oda smiled. He slowly raised his hand, and a ball of dark purple true energy appeared in his palm, coiled like a venomous snake, faintly exuding an aura of decay and chill. "I possess a technique called 'Taiyi True Skill,' which can completely transform the righteous true energy within your body into the Yin Sha True Energy unique to overseas evil cultivators. Once this skill is mastered, your internal strength will far surpass what it was before. Why not reconsider?"

He paused, his voice like a demonic whisper: "You only need to kneel down, swear allegiance to me, and accept my teachings, and I will spare your life, grant you power, and even after we conquer the Central Plains martial arts world, I can share with you the ultimate legacy of the God of Martial Arts, the 'Divine Martial Return to Truth Technique.' How about it?"

The stone chamber was silent, except for the dark purple true energy that slowly circulated in Oda's palm, wriggling like a living thing and emitting a nauseating stench.

Situ Changkong gritted his teeth, his internal energy surging, a mixture of killing intent and fear coexisting within him.

He had intended to fight to the death, but when the word "power" entered his ears, the righteous belief in his heart flickered like a candle in the wind, about to be extinguished.

He remembered Situ Dengfeng's indifference, Situ Meng's change of heart, and the humiliation that Shen Mo's appearance had brought him...

In an instant, his eyes changed.

From resolute determination, to struggle, and then to... greed.

Finally, he slowly bent his knees.

"Thump—"

With a muffled thud, Situ Changkong knelt down, raising a small cloud of dust.

He lowered his head, his voice hoarse yet clear: "This junior... Situ Changkong, is willing to follow Lord Oda and swear allegiance to him until death!"

Oda's lips slowly curved upwards, a smile as warm as the spring sun, yet colder than the dead of winter.

"Alright." He slowly raised his hand, and the dark purple true energy in his palm swam out like a venomous snake, slowly disappearing into Situ Changkong's crown chakra.

Situ Changkong trembled violently, his face contorted as if he were enduring immense pain, yet a strange smile gradually crept onto the corners of his mouth, as if he had achieved some kind of goal.

After the dark purple true energy was injected into Situ Changkong's body, Oda added, "Situ Changkong, I have planted 'Heart-Devouring Profound Qi' in your meridians. If you harbor any disloyal thoughts, this qi will backfire and damage your internal organs, making you wish you were dead."