The sword qi was sharp. The speed was strange—it actually gave Wei Zhuang the feeling of facing a genuine enemy.
"Okay. Let me see how strong Ying Zheng's dog truly is. No need for anyone else to interfere!"
"Yes."
The coquettish woman beside him nodded gently, indicating she understood. She would stand aside and let Master Wei Zhuang test the swordsman himself.
The decline of the Yin Yang family deserved this!
The silver-haired swordsman had nimble fingers. From drawing the sword to striking—it took only an instant. The speed was beyond imagination. After all, he was a descendant of the Guigu sect, and possessed an instinct that surpassed ordinary people.
However—
When the shark-toothed sword collided with the other side's humble blade, Wei Zhuang's complexion changed drastically. The terrifying power flooding from his arm actually shook him off balance.
He couldn't let go even if he wanted to!
Click.
A crisp sound.
The shark-toothed sword shattered cleanly.
But the swordsman stood there and did not pursue further.
Everyone under Wei Zhuang's command was stunned. No one had thought that a single man stepping forward could defeat their leader in seconds.
"You're all looking for death!"
The coquettish woman in red let out a sweet voice. The soft sword in her hand stabbed at the swordsman strangely, laced with poison.
"Stop!"
Wei Zhuang was shocked. He shouted at her not to make a move—why had she chosen to act so rashly?
The power of Ying Zheng was too great. This group of people with suppressed auras—every single one of them could surpass his own existence!
Indeed.
The swordsman let out a soft snort. With qi alone, he pushed Chi Lian back. The soft sword clattered to the ground.
Chi Lian fell helplessly to the earth, staring at the man in disbelief.
She only heard him say, indifferently: "I am merely an inconspicuous believer in this cult. You call me a dog—but you, who are not even as good as dogs, what are you?
Haughty and arrogant. You do not understand the greatness of God.
In the end, you are all just ants. Do you know how many existences like me there are?
Let me tell you—one hundred thousand."
One hundred thousand swordsmen as terrifying as the one before them.
Everyone was stunned into silence by this declaration.
"That's absurd. If there were truly that many masters, why would Ying Zheng still need to cooperate with us?"
Chi Lian didn't believe it and sneered.
But she heard the Moon God explain: "His Majesty only received the divine grace a few days ago. Our Yin Yang family was also dissolved only a few days ago. So how long do you think it took to create these masters?
Let me tell you... one night."
One night?
Wei Zhuang's heart was shaken to its core. He kept trying to deny it—but he saw the swordsmen behind the Moon God walking toward the edge of the cliff. At that moment, their auras erupted.
Like great birds, they crossed hundreds of meters in a single bound—soaring toward the Mohist Institution City!
This power was terrifying beyond words.
"Then, Mr. Wei—let's continue our conversation later. I still have the rest to deal with. And there is still a wonderful performance to be completed..."
The Moon God cast a glance at the woman behind her.
The two of them floated into the Institution City as though freed from gravity.
When the other party disappeared—
Chi Lian stood up from the ground, touching her sore wrist, and asked gravely: "What should we do? Do you want to join the cult?"
Join the faith.
It meant that all of Wei Zhuang's persistence would be shattered. There would be no revival of the Guigu sect. It was tantamount to giving up everything he had built.
However—if Ying Zheng truly had one hundred thousand such swordsmen, then the world would be swept away. It was only a matter of time.
And was the god the opponent spoke of truly that powerful? Masters created overnight?
Wei Zhuang was bewildered. Finally, he sighed: "Let's take it one step at a time. The other party didn't arrest us—they definitely want to make use of us. The Mo Family is finished."
In truth, there was one more thing he didn't say aloud.
His brother was finished too.
If he made a move, he could save Gai Nie. But now, he could only resign himself to fate.
Inside the Institution City, the people of Quicksand looked at the group of black-clothed swordsmen who had appeared so suddenly, utterly bewildered.
There were still some mechanisms that had not been cracked. Why were they forcing their way through?
Soon, the other party gave them their answer.
The most important Dragon Stone—shattered by a single sword strike. A cliff one hundred meters long—crossed in a single void-step.
"What the hell kind of swordsman is this?! This has to be an immortal, right?!"
The deeper they went into the city, the more Concubine Yan's heart trembled. Despair slowly enveloped her.
The Moon God beside her reminded: "The swordsmen will pause for a moment. In order to express your sincerest gratitude to His Majesty—I think you will know what to do."
The beautiful woman took a deep breath and smiled bitterly.
"I understand, Lord Priest... Concubine Yan will be very obedient. Your orders are my will."
For her daughter.
She could give everything.
And Yan Dan would think the same.
After entering the interior, Concubine Yan tore the veil from her face and began the massacre.
"Dragon Roam · Magnificent Flame Art..."
Boom.
Countless flames gathered upon Concubine Yan. She was like a three-legged golden crow, charging headlong into the stubborn resistance of the Mo family!
Thousands of people were destroyed in the blink of an eye. The other party's mechanisms—they were nothing but toys in her hands, extinguished in the flames.
"No... this woman is a monster! She's a monster..."
"Run! Run away..."
"The monster is coming!"
The disciples of the Mo family were thrown into complete panic.
At this moment, a figure who had been fleeing looked at the woman closing in relentlessly and was helplessly crowded to a stop. Because without him making a move, the people of the Mohist school could not escape at all.
"Gao Jianli, what are you doing?! Run!"
"The wind is sluggish..."
Leng Man, gripping the Shui Han Sword, wanted to hold his ground for just a moment.
In the end, a flame pierced through his chest—the speed was desperate, leaving no time to react at all.
The other swordsmen also converged upon the Mohists in the square at this time. Xiang Yu and the others—all of them were pushed back, because the escape mechanisms they had wanted to use had been destroyed by those terrifying swordsmen.
The exterior of the entire mountain range was collapsing continuously.
"They are not human at all! No one can break a mountain with a sword!"
Xiang Shaoyu—known as the wizard of Tianzong—was in utter despair at this moment.
Everyone knew what would happen next.
There was no way back.
The mechanisms were just toys.
Death was their end.
One thousand people. This was the last of the Mo Family remaining in the Institution City.
But Ying Zheng's people had surrounded them without attacking. It seemed they were waiting for someone to arrive.
The Mo Family giant, hiding within the crowd, glanced at his daughter from time to time.
If it was at all possible—he had to let Yue'er live.
Whoosh.
With the appearance of wind, the temperature of the indoor square began to rise continuously.
Boom.
Before anyone could comprehend what was affecting the temperature, a three-legged golden crow came screaming from the belly of the mountain and crashed down in front of them all.
The flames faded.
It was a beautiful woman.
"Mother..."
Yue'er's eyes widened and she screamed. Immediately after, her body flew out involuntarily—launched into the air by an invisible force. The speed was so fast that Duan Mu Rong, who had been standing beside her, didn't even have time to react.
"Little girl, so excited to see your mother? It's alright—stay with your sister. I'll make sure you're safe..."
The Moon God stroked Yue'er's smooth face, savoring the terror in the child's horrified expression.
Shots fired through the air with effortless precision. Such powerful force—wielded as casually as breathing.
Concubine Yan did not look back. She said faintly: "Yue'er... close your eyes. What happens next is not something you can accept."
"No..."
The little girl reacted quickly. She understood that her mother was about to kill—but why? Didn't her mother hate the Qin country with every fiber of her being?
"Today, everyone here is going to die. Everyone—except Xue Nu and Duan Mu Rong..."
Concubine Yan said it lightly. She had already spotted Yan Dan at this point. But there was nothing in her heart but coldness.
Huh.
The flames coiled around her body once more. She transformed again into the appearance of the three-legged golden crow.
"No... Fei Yan... Concubine Yan... wake up..."
The Mo Family giant Yan Dan tried desperately to call his wife back to her senses. But he did not know that the other party had been fully awake this entire time.
The flames fell like rain. Pouring down.
A great number of Mohist disciples died one after another.
"Let's join forces and subdue her first..."
At the critical juncture, Gai Nie reminded Yan Dan—telling him to focus on the priority. If Yan Fei could be brought back to her senses, then he and the others still had some chance of winning.
As a result, the moment he finished speaking, a flame claw stretching more than ten meters long pierced clean through his chest cavity.
Terrible power of fire. Burning his life mercilessly.
In the blink of an eye, this first swordsman was completely annihilated.
Next came the master-class fighters.
One after another, familiar faces died before Yan Dan's eyes.
The Mo Family was on the verge of destruction.
"No... why... why is this happening..."
Yan Dan manipulated the sword in his hand, constantly shifting its shape. He finally closed the distance to Concubine Yan's side.
At this moment, countless flames of light surged behind him.
The rest had already been wiped out.
As for Xue Nu and Duan Mu Rong—the swordsmen brought by the Moon God had long since restrained them. They burst into tears watching familiar figures die one after another before their eyes. But they were unable to break free of the swordsmen's hold.
Both swordsmen were women. They had come specifically to transport female captives.
Concubine Yan looked at the emotionally shattered Yan Dan. She removed her own fire technique and said indifferently: "Because of weakness—it was always a mistake. If you had given up your so-called great cause and taken our mother and daughter to live in seclusion, none of this would have happened..."
During the journey to the Institution City, she had kept thinking.
What was right.
What was wrong.
The Moon God had once shared her heart with her. As a member of the Yin Yang family—did they truly mean to accept being cast out like this?
The idea that had persisted for so many years had been overturned by Ying Zheng, and no one was happy about it.
But in the face of death—how could you let them choose?
A name was not important. Nor was an ideal. Their thinking had been narrow all along.
If one could truly see the greatness of the gods—one would understand that their current way of thinking was nothing more than short-sightedness.
The Six Kingdoms had been destroyed. They had been weak and small as chickens. Even if they had all united, could Qin have been so comfortable?
After all, everyone was selfish. The man she loved had simply chosen to sacrifice his own family for his personal ambition.
Such a man was not worthy of love at all.
Although Concubine Yan did not agree with the Moon God's words—the law of the strong devouring the weak was something she understood deeply.