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As the blood rained down, all of the Martial Saints in the Vermilion Bird Sect disappeared. Only the low-leveled elders and disciples remained. The tricked Martial Saints could kill them all by themselves.2

"Stop!"

A loud shout rang out. This voice was filled with terrifying energy waves, causing the two parties with bloodshot eyes to calm down. They separated and raised their heads to look at the sky.

Under the blue sky, there were around twenty Martial Saints remaining from the Imperial Family and the Heavenly Sword Sect floating in the air, looking down on the Vermilion Bird Sect's disciples and elders. Under the blue sky, there were about twenty Martial Saints remaining from the Imperial Family and the Heavenly Sword Sect, floating in the air, looking down upon the Vermilion Bird Sect's disciples and elders.

A Martial Saint of the Imperial Family walked out. He looked at the people below and said, "Right now, all of your Martial Saints have been killed. Your majesty is merciful. If you are willing to join Jing and Chu Academy, it would be too late!"

As the sound of his voice faded, there were also people who hesitated in their hearts. In the end, there was a group of people who gritted their teeth as they tossed away the weapons in their hands, choosing to join the Royal Clan. However, there were still people who did not put down their weapons. However, they also did not attack the people in front of them.

They knew very well that the Vermilion Bird Sect was finished. No matter how they resisted, it was useless. However, they did not want to live.

The remaining people all raised the weapons in their hands at the same time as if they had agreed upon it, and started to channel all their remaining Zhen Qi into the weapons.

The royal family's soldiers were on guard, but they did not attack anyone else. Instead, they stabbed their weapons into their own vital parts, causing blood to spray out, and their figures were all submerged in a pool of blood. There was a satisfied smile on their faces, as if telling those who were still alive: They will not regret dying for the sake of the Vermillion Bird Sect!

The Martial Saints in the sky all descended. The people from the Royal Clan all had relaxed expressions on their faces. However, the expressions of the Heavenly Sword Sect Elders were complicated.

Although they survived, they didn't have the qualifications to say anything about the various elders of the Vermilion Bird Sect's decisions. This was the pride and pride a sect should have.

At this moment, a sinister smile appeared on the face of Emperor Jing Chu, like a demon. His voice was incomparably ear-piercing.

He suddenly closed his eyes, and wisps of black mist emitted an evil aura from his body. They gradually flew towards the corpse on the ground, and under everyone's gazes, it was as if something had flown out from the corpse. They seemed to have heard the wails of countless souls.

The corpses rapidly shriveled up at a pitiful rate, appearing as if they had been dead for a long time. Strands of black gas were finally completely absorbed by him.

The surrounding people all slightly lowered their heads, curious as to what kind of cultivation technique the emperor was practising, and he was emitting an evil aura everywhere. Although there were countless questions in their hearts, none of them had the courage to ask.

After a long time, he opened his eyes again. He looked at the Vermilion Bird Sect that had become dilapidated due to the battle, then turned around and left in a formidable array with everyone.

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