The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

It's really too late.

The master of Zhaixing Tower, the dean of Dongge Academy, the chief镖头 of Jinma Escort Agency, and several others who had previously provided alibis for Tieyi Laozu all had a clearly visible bloodstain on their necks.

Everyone understood what that meant.

They are still alive, but they are no different from the dead.

The owners of Zhaixinglou also understood.

It is precisely because they understand, precisely because they know they are already dead, that they feel even more pain, pain that they don't even have the chance to regret.

They desperately covered their necks.

How they wished the bloodstains were just painted on.

"I don't want to die, I don't...hehehe..."

An Qingwan turned her head to face Ma Yue and He Ming, who were lying on the ground.

"Who else is willing to testify for the Iron-Clad Ancestor?"

These seemingly light words felt like an immense burden weighing on Ma Yue and He Ming.

They're going crazy.

He was terrified by the bloodstains on the necks of the owner of the Star-Picking Tower and others.

They all understood why An Qingwan hadn't killed them, and what An Qingwan wanted them to say.

“I said, actually we weren’t in Jiangling that day, we were in Tanzhou, at Master Su’s residence!”

"When Miss Su came to my door for help, the reason I turned her away was not because I was afraid of Shen Yanfei and the Prince of Pingnan's mansion, but because I was also her father and mother's killer, and I dared not see her."

Ma Yue and He Ming eagerly revealed the truth.

"what?"

The main hall erupted in chaos.

Those unaware of the inside story never imagined things would develop this way.

Iron-Clad Ancestor slammed down with his palm, shattering the table in front of him into pieces.

"Everyone, stay calm and don't fall into her trap."

His breathing was already erratic.

"She killed Dean Zhao and others from Dongge Academy, and coerced Master Ma and the others to give false testimony. She is cunning and treacherous. You must not fall for her tricks. If you don't believe me, you can go to the Prince of Pingnan's mansion to verify whether I was really in Jiangling that day!"

"Yes, I recognize this swordsmanship. An Qingwan, you are the villain who killed forty-eight innocent people in Xia Cai Village. I should have recognized you sooner. Only your sword is so sharp and ruthless!"

An Qingwan shook her head: "You still don't understand."

The Iron-Clad Ancestor asked, "What do you understand?"

An Qingwan said, "I'm going to kill you. In this Ironclad Gang, who can stop me? Who dares to stop me?"

"you……"

Iron-Clad Ancestor's face turned ashen.

He noticed that although some people around him were indignant, no one dared to stand up and refute An Qingwan.

An Qingwan said, "The reason I didn't stab you to death right away is because I'm here to avenge Master Su, not just to kill you. I want you to die knowing why, and to die in agony."

As she spoke, she shouted into the empty space.

"Miss Lan, you may show yourself now."

"Ok?"

Everyone looked around and saw a barefoot girl walking out from behind the main hall.

She didn't come out alone; she was holding someone else in her arms.

That person had a knife and a sword in his hand.

The moment he saw this person, the Iron-Clad Ancestor panicked completely.

"Zhao'er!"

The one captured by Lan Xiaogu was none other than the youngest son of the Iron-Clad Ancestor.

The crowd was confused and thought that An Qingwan was going to use Tieyi Patriarch's youngest son to threaten him into revealing the truth.

Suddenly, Lan Xiaogu snatched the sword from Shen Zhao's hand and raised it high.

"Do you all know the origin of this sword and this knife?"

"enough!"

The Iron-Clad Ancestor shouted loudly.

Lan Xiaogu pretended not to hear: "This sword is a murderous sword, a sword that killed forty-eight innocent people. That's right, all forty-eight innocent people in Xia Cai Village died by this sword, and this sword is the sword of Shen Zhao, the youngest son of our beloved Iron-Clad Ancestor!"

"what?"

Everyone doubted they had heard correctly.

Lan Xiaogu said, "If anyone doesn't believe it, they can compare this sword with the wounds of those who died tragically in Xia Cai Village. I never expected that it was all planned by the Iron-Clad Ancestor when I saw this sword while capturing Shen Zhao!"

A group of people stared intently at Shen Zhao.

"Really?"

"Does the Iron-Clad Ancestor still have any humanity?"

Shen Zhao stammered, "The farmers in that village took water from my Ironclad Gang, and I got into a fight with them. In a fit of anger, I accidentally killed one of them. When my father found out, he... he used my sword to kill all the farmers who saw me kill. Then he killed some more, making a total of forty-eight, and told everyone that it was the work of evil people who coveted the 'Eight Directions Blade of Qimen'."

"This way, no one will know that I killed someone, and the news will make the world think that our Ironclad Gang has been slandered and wronged. This will help us gain more sympathy and make the self-justification event seem more real."

An uproar erupted in the main hall.

Iron-Clad Ancestor's teeth chattered, but he dared not move, because An Qingwan's murderous aura had already locked onto him.

At this point, someone asked, "What is the origin of that knife?"

Lan Xiaogu said, "This sword is even more extraordinary. It's a demonic sword, a sword that will bring misfortune, simply because..."

As she spoke, she suddenly unscrewed the hilt of the demonic sword, and a wad of cloth fell out.

"This cloth contains the manual for the 'Eight Directions of Qimen Blade'! The Iron-Clad Ancestor keeps saying that the 'Eight Directions of Qimen Blade' is not in his possession, so what is this that I found?"

The main hall suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Then, it exploded!

The first to step forward was Hu Bugui, who had met An Qingwan once before at the foot of the mountain.

"Interesting. I, Hu Bugui, have seen quite a few ruthless people in my life, but compared to Chief Shen, who went so far as to swear a poisonous oath of 'extermination of his entire family' in order to deceive the world and distance himself from the death of Master Su, he is far inferior. No wonder Chief Shen was able to rise from an ordinary fisherman's son to become the number one figure in the Jianghu of Hunan. I admire him, I truly admire him!"

He laughed loudly, his laughter like a knife scraping bone, each laugh stimulating the people in the hall and the Iron-Clad Ancestor.

The Iron-Clad Ancestor naturally recognized that sword.

But this was the first time he had ever seen this knife.

This is fake!

This isn't his knife!

This is An Qingwan framing him!

"Witch, you witch, you're slandering me!"

The Iron-Clad Ancestor launched into a tirade of curses.

He understood.

An Qingwan deliberately had Lan Xiaogu take out the sword and knife together. Since the sword was real, others would naturally assume that the knife was real as well.

With Ma Yue and others as witnesses, and the Demon Blade as physical evidence, his murder of Mr. Su has been confirmed.

He cannot accept it.

He has worked hard all his life to achieve his current status and reputation.

But just now, all of that collapsed!

"She's lying to you. Don't believe her. She killed the villagers of Xia Cai Village and Mr. Su. She also kidnapped Miss Su. You have to believe me. I am Shen Tieyi!"

Iron-Clad Ancestor's eyes were already red.

He continued to curse, when suddenly, Lan Xiaogu slammed Shen Zhao into him with her sword.

He was filled with anger.

"You beast, you beast, how could you let her threaten you and join her in slandering me!"

Iron-Clad Ancestor raised his hand to slap Shen Zhao.

Shen Zhao quickly hugged his leg: "Father, I have no choice. She poisoned me with a Gu curse. She said she would torture me to death if I didn't listen to her. I don't want to die, Father, please don't blame me, please don't blame me!"

"you……"

The Iron-Clad Ancestor lowered his head.

He clearly saw Shen Zhao slide a knife out of his sleeve and then stab himself in the abdomen.

"She wants to torture you, so you listen to her accusations against me. She even wants to kill me. Good son, I really gave birth to a good son!"

Suddenly, the Iron-Clad Ancestor waved his sleeve.

This slap was incredibly powerful, sending Shen Zhao flying straight up onto the roof beam.

When Shen Zhao fell, his body was already twisted and he was completely lifeless.

At this point, everyone in the hall fell silent.

They were speechless.

They could only hear the words of the Iron-Clad Ancestor.

"I was wrong, I was completely wrong, An Qingwan, you are so cruel, you are even crueler than Sikong Tingxue!"

The sound echoed in the hall; it was unclear whether it was crying or laughter.

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Forty-seven kills until surrender.

What is the most painful thing for a person?

Is it death?

Is it true that in old age, the white-haired bury the black-haired?

He has a fortune of hundreds of millions, but he is bedridden due to illness and unable to enjoy it.

The most painful thing is different for everyone.

Jin Xueyi's pain stemmed from the fratricide that brought countless misfortunes, ultimately resulting in their deaths and leaving her alone in the world.

The Iron-Clad Ancestor's pain was that all the fame and fortune he had pursued throughout his life collapsed in an instant, and even his final destination—his home—was shattered by the knife of his most beloved youngest son.

At this moment, he truly had nothing left.

The indifferent gazes, the shocked looks, the accusatory words, the mocking words... all disappeared.

He felt as if he wasn't standing in the bustling ancestral hall of the Ironclad Gang.

He felt as if he were standing in a vast expanse of flying snow, on a small boat adrift on the vast Dongting Lake.

He seemed to see the spilled water droplets fly back into the wooden basin, and he seemed to see the rising sun sinking in the east, and the stars and moon climbing back into the sky.

Time seems to be flowing backward.

When he turned around, he didn't see the body of his young son Shen Zhao, but a "corpse" entangled in the lake's weeds.

Yes!

Iron-Clad Ancestor finally remembered.

This is the road he came from.

This was the most important moment of his life.