When the chilling voice echoed through the battlefield, it felt as if time had come to a standstill. Countless people held their breath, incredulously turning towards the source of the sound.
A figure in a billowing black robe stepped through the void, cradling the blood-soaked and sorrowful Dongfang Liuli with one arm, while holding a sword in the other.
Just standing there motionless, he made the twelve Morning Glow Great Beings in front of him hesitate to advance even a single step.
“Qingzhou…” Dongfang Liuli’s vision blurred, her consciousness fading. She forgot her surroundings, forgot the difference in their statuses, and clung to Meng Qingzhou’s neck with all her might. Closing her beautiful eyes, she nuzzled his chest, murmuring wearily:
“You finally came. I’m so tired, it hurts so much…”
“So many people died. Minister of Personnel Fan Chen, City Lord of Resist the North City Wu Shangpin, Commander of the Banner Guard Yang Shande… and… it seems like half of the Ten Heavenly Gods of the Ministry of War… they… also perished…”
“Out of two hundred thousand soldiers, only one hundred thousand remain. They’re all dead…”
As she spoke, a tear trickled down Dongfang Liuli’s cheek. She seemed afraid to open her eyes, fearing Meng Qingzhou would see her weakness. On the verge of fainting, she whispered intermittently.
Meng Qingzhou listened quietly, his breathing growing heavier, his killing intent almost tangible. He smiled gently, stroking Dongfang Liuli’s small head, and said:
“Don’t worry, I’ll avenge you. Tenfold… no! A hundredfold!”
“Rest for a while. I’ll deal with these people and come back for you, alright?”
Dongfang Liuli pouted, half-asleep, her voice weak:
“Alright…”
“Just hurry, okay~”
With that, Dongfang Liuli reluctantly let go, allowing Meng Qingzhou to gently place her into the Imperial Carriage.
This scene profoundly shocked countless onlookers.
In everyone’s mind, four words surfaced involuntarily: “What’s going on?!”
Was the relationship between the Empress and Minister Meng a bit too close?
“Meng Qin, why have you returned? Where is the Young Master?” A black-cloaked cultivator shouted in shock and anger.
Meng Qingzhou’s lips curled slightly, and he replied coldly:
“Dead.”
“The twelve thousand false bodies buried in the Wilderness have all been eradicated.”
At these words, the faces of the dozens of black-cloaked followers changed drastically.
The invincible Ji Wushuang had been defeated by Meng Qin! And even his remaining contingencies had been wiped out.
“Impossible!” The black-cloaked cultivator couldn’t believe it.
Meng Qingzhou’s anger had reached its peak. His wife had been gravely injured, and everyone present was responsible!!
Including Ji Wushuang’s followers!
And, of course, himself…
“Instead of fleeing, you dare question me?”
“Your courage is commendable.”
As his words fell, the river of time and space flowed in, encircling and sealing off the entire Northern Snow Plains.
Time slowed, and space twisted.
Sword Sense of Time and Space sprouted like bamboo shoots after a rain, rising from the Sword Sense domain.
Splat!
A black-cloaked man’s head exploded like a watermelon, his Divine Soul obliterated along with it.
The sight of the bright red blood finally jolted everyone awake.
The cultivators of the World Sect Alliance stumbled back in terror, abandoning any thoughts of fighting, only wanting to escape. But as they retreated, their bodies involuntarily moved forward, their actions becoming extremely slow.
“Everyone present today will die, regardless of whether you were coerced or swept up by the tide.”
“Because you are all guilty.”
Meng Qingzhou spoke coldly, his fierce Sword Sense sweeping wildly, the Dao of Space-Time imprisoning everyone present, including the Great Jin Dynasty’s army.
One by one, the black-cloaked cultivators couldn’t even react before their lives were taken, dying miserably.
In just a few moments, only one of the black-cloaked men who had rushed back remained.
That man removed his cloak, his fear shattering his Dao heart. He knelt on the ground, tears and snot flowing, begging:
“Spare me, I was just following orders. The Ji family branded me with a slave mark…”
“If you spare my life, I am willing to serve the Great Jin as a pawn!”
Meng Qingzhou said nothing, pressing his five fingers against the man’s head and then squeezing hard!
Crack!
Splat…
The headless body collapsed limply, the last of Ji Wushuang’s followers dead.
“Now it’s your turn.”
Meng Qingzhou turned, his closed eyes seemingly gazing at the twelve Morning Glow Great Beings.
The twelve remained calm, quietly watching Meng Qingzhou, and said:
“We have long been prepared to die. It’s just a pity that the World Sect Alliance ultimately failed, but we do not fear you.”
“Is that so?”
Meng Qingzhou smiled, raising the Cicada Song sword, wiping the blade with two fingers, and said:
“I promised Liuli that I would avenge her a hundredfold. How could I let you die so easily with just one strike?”
The twelve Morning Glow Great Beings of the World Sect Alliance laughed and said, “Go ahead and try.”
With that, the twelve strode towards Meng Qingzhou, their Morning Glow energy swelling, ready to self-destruct at any moment!
The space-time lock could hardly interfere with beings of their realm. They walked through the distortions of time and space, crossing the distance to stand before Meng Qingzhou:
“Let’s go together, Space-Time Sword Saint! As long as you die, the Alliance still has hope.”
Meng Qingzhou coldly uttered a few words:
“Time and Space. Reversing Time.”
He rarely used this move because it was too cruel. He had once used it to brutally kill Zhao Gou’s protector—the Sword Elder.
It had even scared Wu Die out of her wits. Afterwards, even Meng Qingzhou himself felt that this move violated the Heavenly Dao, so he rarely used it.
But now, his anger had reached its limit. Even if he had to become a demon, he would not hesitate!
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