They want to destroy everything here!
She staggered as she ran toward her home, hearing footsteps chasing after her.
Turning his head to the side, a bright, sharp sword pierced his eyelids.
That was Miaokong, who blocked the road ahead with a cold smile.
"No!" she cried out, knowing it was too late to escape back to her lodgings, and turned and ran into the other side of the path—in her panic, she didn't recognize that it was the path leading to the battlefield.
She ran towards it, only to find it was a dead end.
With the eight swords chasing closely behind her, she was terrified and disregarded everything else. She pushed open the iron gate and rushed in—a chilling aura rushed towards her. The frigid snow prison was completely dark, with only a few torches scattered around, which suddenly dimmed her vision, and she could see nothing at all.
"Heh..." A cold laugh suddenly came from the darkness, "So, they've all come after all?"
She was suddenly lifted up and slammed onto the cold ground, trembling all over in pain.
"Yes, Young Master Tong." She heard someone answer, her voice tinged with a light laugh, "This woman has attracted all those people here."
That voice... it's from Myoko, who's been following me closely?!
What is he saying? Young Master Tong?
She suddenly shuddered and looked up in disbelief: "Tong?!"
In the darkness, she saw a pair of eerie eyes, a pale blue and pure black, twinkling like stars.
"Tong! You're not dead?!" she cried out in horror, looking at the man who had been imprisoned in the Snow Prison by the King of Pop many days ago—after the failed rebellion and being poisoned by the Seven Star Begonia, how could he still be alive and well! And why was the Snow Prison, which imprisoned such a top rebel, wide open?
Could it be that, less than a day after the Pope disappeared, this chaotic scene has already fallen under Tong's control?
"Yes, I'm still alive." The eyes in the darkness smiled, dazzling even without the use of pupil magic. The rebel leaned down in the darkness and pinched the Uyghur princess's chin. "Are you surprised?"
In that pitch-black snow prison, countless figures could be vaguely seen, their shadowy forms clinging to the scene like ghosts.
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Chapter Fifteen of the main text
—Saintess Star, Salo, was shocked: Tong had been in charge of the Asura Field for many years and had cultivated a group of trusted confidants. At this moment, the elite assassins of the Asura Field had all silently gathered here?
Everything changed in just one day. What kind of secret agreement did Tong and Miaokong reach?!
“Tong, I’ve gathered the people from the Shura Field for you and lured them here as well—” The Seven Swords of Dingjian Pavilion were about to arrive. In this brief moment, Miaokong put her bronze mask back on, a fleeting, cold smile appearing on her lips, and said softly, “Now, it’s up to you.”
"I know." In the darkness, those eerie eyes suddenly shone brightly. "Let's each get what we need and finish this quickly!"
The footsteps had reached within ten feet of the door when the person in the darkness suddenly raised their hand, as if receiving a silent command. The shadowy figures vanished in an instant, merging into the boundless darkness of the Snow Prison.
Miao Kong's figure also flashed past the doorway.
"Sixth Brother!" Zhou Xingzhi, who was originally in the lead, saw it at a glance and rushed in with a cry.
"Whoosh!" With one step, it was as if an invisible light suddenly enveloped the darkness. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the source of the light, and immediately saw a pair of radiant eyes deep in the darkness—eyes so eerie they were almost suffocating, unfathomable and capable of drowning anyone!
In that instant, he was unable to move an inch.
The instant he was frozen in place by the pupil technique, a ray of light silently pierced through the darkness and choked him.
Before Zhou Xingzhi could even utter a cry of alarm, his body was swiftly pulled up from the ground and hoisted to the top of the Snow Prison. He struggled desperately, his longsword slipping from his grasp, and he reached for the silver rope binding his throat, making gurgling sounds.
"Well done." Miao Kong chuckled, leaped forward, and caught the longsword that had fallen from her colleague's hand with a mere wave of her hand. Then, without thinking, she reversed the hilt and swung it out, severing the tendon in Zhou Xingzhi's right thumb that was gripping the sword with a "snap".
"The first one, Mo Wen." He sneered, throwing the Mo Wen sword toward the roof, where it shattered into a beam with a crack.
The first sword among the Seven Swords of Dingjian Pavilion.
As they turned around, the second and third people arrived together. Upon seeing Zhou Xingzhi hanging from the roof, the twin swords rushed in in horror to rescue him, only to be unexpectedly struck in the darkness by the eye technique, rendering them immobile. They were then ambushed by the elite assassins of the Shura Field lurking in the shadows.
The deadly silver ropes flew out silently, hoisting those who were immobilized to the high rooftops.
"Second, Flowing Light. Third, Soul Transformation."
Miao Kong threw the falling swords at the crossbeam one after another, a cold smile on her lips.
“Chong...Hua? You...you…” The colleague hanging from the roof finally recognized the bronze mask, struggling to utter a low, hoarse cry, his face contorted with pain and showing disbelief.
—This top-secret undercover agent, one of the former Eight Swords of Dingjian Pavilion, has actually betrayed the Central Plains martial arts world?!
He's a double agent?!
"Heh." Xu Chonghua merely sneered.
Once he put the bronze mask back on, he was back to being the Messenger of Wonder.
Foolish! Do they really think he endured so much humiliation and hardship for so many years, even abandoning his wife and children, just to destroy the Demon Palace for the Central Plains martial arts world? What a joke—what about the irreconcilable conflict between good and evil, what about eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path? All he wants is the hegemony of the Central Plains martial arts world, and the position of the Master of Dingjian Pavilion!
For this, he didn't hesitate to get tattoos and swallow charcoal, resorting to any means necessary—including forming an alliance with an assassin like Tong.
He left the throne of the Demon Palace Cult Master to Tong, who in turn helped him eliminate all the other seven swords and ascend to the position of Master of the Dingjian Pavilion. All his colleagues, especially the other seven swords of the Dingjian Pavilion, were naturally stumbling blocks that he would have to remove sooner or later on this path. Now that the opportunity was rare, he might as well take the chance to eliminate them all in one fell swoop!
He severed the tendons of his colleagues one after another with swift and decisive action—having made such a great contribution and with no strong rivals left to compete with him, the Dingjian Pavilion and the Central Plains martial arts world were finally in his grasp.
"Clang clang clang!" In the blink of an eye, the fourth sword was also nailed to the crossbeam.
However, Xia Qianyu, who entered later, was a cut above the previous few in martial arts and was much more agile. Although she was hit head-on by the pupil technique and her limbs were unable to move, she turned her head at the last second to avoid the silver noose around her throat and let out a cry of alarm: "Watch out! Pupil technique!"
In an instant, four silver ropes flew from all directions in the darkness, simultaneously strangling his neck and hoisting him into the air!