Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Day after day, the opening of the ancient tomb drew nearer.

Border City remained seemingly unchanged, but beneath the surface, undercurrents surged.

The leaders of various Sea River clans gathered, standing atop a tall building in the city, coldly gazing towards the City Lord's Mansion.

"We absolutely cannot fail. We must ensure that the Yue fellow dies in the ancient tomb. Whether he is killed by someone else, by a strongman from Wu'an, or by our own people, he must die!"

"Wu'an has the support of top sects from Hanzhou, like Seven Kill Tower. This time, their desire to kill him is also strong. The Yue fellow has no chance of survival!"

"Humph, our clans' experts are on their way to Border City. Even if Wu'an fails, the Yue fellow won't escape our grasp! That Blood鬃 Lion-Dog Beast King is strong, but not invincible. As long as it's held back, killing the Yue brat will be a snap!"

… …

City Lord's Mansion, within an independent courtyard room.

Here, a Rune Dao barrier isolates it from the outside world.

Inside the room, golden light shone brightly, the momentum grand, lasting for an unknown duration.

Gradually, the golden light subsided, and the momentum calmed.

After cultivating for so long, his realm finally broke through again.

Saint King Realm, Lesser Celestial Middle Stage!

Each small realm breakthrough brings an exponential increase in overall strength.

Jun Wuxie did not immediately exit his cultivation state but directly entered the Weapon Burial Ground to receive the forging and tempering of weapon intent.

When his physical body was tempered to its limit, his realm was also consolidated.

Opening his eyes, a glint of golden light flashed from his pupils.

He stretched his arms, loosened his muscles and bones, pushed open the door, and walked out.

Looking around, not seeing Xu Yan'ning and Anning, he released his divine sense, covering the courtyard but finding no trace, covering the entire City Lord's Mansion, also finding no trace.

His divine sense continued to extend, and a strange look quickly appeared on his face.

He saw the buildings and figures in the mountains near the City Lord's Mansion, and he also sensed Xu Yan'ning and Anning there, as well as Aunt Jing, and his master, senior brothers, and senior sisters.

Only then did he remember that he had been in closed-door cultivation for so long, and the Qingyun people should have arrived long ago.

He soared into the air, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, and in a moment, landed on a mountain peak in that mountain range.

"Little Junior Brother!"

A joyful voice came from the courtyard, followed by several figures rushing out.

It was Nan Jin, Yun Shu, Yi Ling, and Han Ye.

"Little Junior Brother, we've all heard about your legendary deeds. It's a pity that Senior Sister didn't get to see you being so brave and unparalleled on the battlefield. What a regret."

Yi Ling said with a giggle.

"Senior Brothers, Senior Sisters."

Jun Wuxie smiled and then looked towards the cliff in front of the courtyard, where a figure stood facing the cliff, with their back to them, seemingly unaware of his arrival.

"What's wrong with Master?"

Jun Wuxie asked his senior brothers and sisters, surprised that even his arrival went unnoticed by his master, who was lost in thought, thinking so intently.

Hearing this, Nan Jin's smile faded, his expression darkened slightly, and then he sighed.

Yi Ling and Han Ye were the same, and they all stopped talking.

"Is it because of Anning?"

Jun Wuxie thought of Anning being here, and his master's reaction could only be for this reason, but even because of Anning, it shouldn't be like this.

Yun Shu shook her head. She pulled Jun Wuxie aside and said, "It's because of Prince Ning."

"Prince Ning?"

Jun Wuxie was stunned.

"Yes, Prince Ning came yesterday and went to the graves of the past senior brothers and sisters." Yun Shu was silent for a long time before saying, "Guess what Prince Ning did?"

"He shouldn't do anything excessive."

Jun Wuxie wasn't sure about other things, but he was sure about this.

With Prince Ning's intelligence, he wouldn't do anything crazy, especially since he had already figured things out, and it was even more impossible.

Yun Shu shook her head and sighed, "Prince Ning cut off one of his arms in front of the graves of the senior brothers and sisters. Although he didn't say anything, it was obvious that he wanted to atone for his sins and gain our forgiveness."

"I didn't expect him to do this. It's a bit surprising."

Jun Wuxie was somewhat surprised in his heart.

He wasn't surprised that Prince Ning lowered his posture so quickly in front of him, but he didn't expect him to lower his posture so quickly in front of the True Martial Peak and personally come to the graves to cut off one of his arms.

"Yes, we were all stunned at the time. We didn't expect Prince Ning to do this. He wants to atone for his sins, but the senior brothers and sisters are long gone. What's the use of him cutting off one of his arms? If the senior brothers and sisters knew in the afterlife, would they forgive Prince Ning? We don't know, so Master said some very strong words, and later… …"

"Later what?"

"Later, Prince Ning cut off both of his legs in front of the graves of the senior brothers and sisters… … He said that he would bear any consequences for the mistakes he had made, but he didn't want the hatred to continue and hoped that it would end with him."

The corner of Jun Wuxie's eye twitched slightly. Prince Ning was indeed a ruthless person, able to go to such lengths.

He just didn't know if he was truly repenting for what he had done or simply succumbing to the pressure of reality, wanting to resolve the grievances as much as possible and pave the way for his daughter's future. "Second Senior Sister, what do you think about this matter? What do the other senior brothers and sisters think?"

"From Second Senior Sister's point of view, Prince Ning has already done this much. Princess Anning will have many interactions with Qingyun in the future, so she naturally doesn't want the hatred to continue. However, Senior Sister can only represent herself in forgiving Prince Ning for the harm he has caused me, and cannot forgive him for the dead senior brothers and sisters. Senior Brother Nan Jin is the same. If anyone can forgive for the dead senior brothers and sisters, it would probably only be Master, which is why Master is so conflicted. Since Prince Ning was taken back to the City Lord's Mansion by his subordinates yesterday, Master has been standing there, without moving a single step."

"I'll go see Master."

Jun Wuxie walked towards Cheng Yuan Zhenren.

At this moment, Yun Shu quickly chased after him and whispered, "Anning doesn't know about this yet. We've all deliberately kept it from her. She's been in the valley where Aunt Jing lives for the past few days and hasn't left."

Jun Wuxie nodded.

He quickly came to Cheng Yuan Zhenren's side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, looking at the clouds swirling below the cliff.

Only then did Cheng Yuan Zhenren notice that there was someone next to him. He turned his head and was stunned.

"Wuxie, when did you come?"

He hurriedly composed himself, forcing a smile.

"I've been here for a while. I was talking to Second Senior Sister earlier." Jun Wuxie said, without beating around the bush, and said directly, "I know what Master is struggling with. Although Prince Ning has shown enough sincerity in repentance, after all, the past senior brothers and sisters are dead. If these things end here, Master's heart will be unwilling."

"How can his two legs and one arm be worth the lives of those who died! He wants to resolve the grievances just like that? There's no such easy thing in the world!"

Cheng Yuan Zhenren said with a stern face, full of anger.

"Master, since things have developed to this point, then the grievances between our True Martial Peak and Prince Ning should also come to an end. Master, please wait here for a moment."

After Jun Wuxie finished speaking, he transformed into a streak of light and flew away.

In a short time, he landed in a heavily guarded courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion.

The powerhouses lurking here didn't react when they saw him arrive, but when they sensed the killing intent on him, they all rushed out at the first moment, blocking the door to Prince Ning's room.

There were dozens of people in total, including more than a dozen half-step Tyrant Saint realm experts, and the rest were all Great Saint Extreme Celestial Completion realm experts.

"Young Master Yue, what are you going to do?"

Prince Ning's subordinates stared at him with vigilance.

Facing this Saint King realm youth, they couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

"Get out of the way!"

Jun Wuxie shouted coldly.

He stepped forward, and his footsteps on the ground caused the powerhouses blocking in front of him to feel their hearts tremble, involuntarily retreating with his steps.

"Let him in… …"

Prince Ning's somewhat weak voice came from inside, lacking his usual full of vigor.

Receiving the order, the powerhouses stepped aside.

At this moment, Prince Ning's voice came out again: "No matter what happens today, you are not allowed to move!"

Bang!

Jun Wuxie shattered the door with a sleeve, stepped inside, and looked coldly at Prince Ning lying on the bed, his shoulder and legs bandaged, still stained with blood.

His face was as pale as paper, and there was a sense of relief in his eyes, facing life and death without fear, just watching Jun Wuxie walk over.

"Why did you choose this time?"

Jun Wuxie looked at him coldly, his tone full of questioning.

It was just as the ancient tomb was about to open, and he was about to enter the ancient tomb. At that time, the safety of Border City would not only rely on the Blood鬃 Lion-Dog Beast King, but also on all the powerhouses to protect it together.

Prince Ning was a quasi-Ancient Legendary powerhouse with strong strength.

He actually chose to go to the True Martial Peak at this time and atone for his sins in such a way.

"It's the same whether I'm in Border City or not. What I did this time was indeed not something a wise man should do, but just because I'm Prince Ning, does that mean I can't be impulsive once?"

Jun Wuxie looked at him coldly for a while and said, "You are a good father. You have done a lot for Anning. I admire and recognize you for that."

"Go, Yue Wuxie." Prince Ning looked at him with a smile and said, "After you leave, I will drink my sword and commit suicide. After I die, your True Martial Peak can let go of those hatreds, right? I only hope that you can treat Ning'er well in the future."

After Prince Ning finished speaking, a cold light flashed in his hand, and a high-grade Saint Sword appeared in his hand.

The high-grade Saint Sword condensed in the air, the tip of the sword pointed at Prince Ning's brow, and the sharp and cold sword intent slowly diffused.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

The Ning King looked at Jun Wuxie, who stood motionless before his bed, a puzzled expression in his eyes. He said, "Only after you leave can I drink my sword. This way, my death won't be directly related to you, and Ning'er will feel better. Otherwise, she would surely collapse. I only have one daughter, and I once hoped to give her all the beautiful things in the world, but over the years, I have failed to do so. In the last part of my life, I hope I can do something for her."

A slight twitch ran across Jun Wuxie's face.

Immediately, he flicked his finger and sent the Ning King's sword flying.

The current Ning King was extremely weak, his blood and energy depleted, his true qi disordered and difficult to gather.

A crimson, translucent palm reached out and grabbed the Ning King, lifting him up. "You want to commit suicide? It won't be that easy! Your life can only be judged and decided by the people of my True Martial Peak!"

After saying that, he carried the Ning King, who only had a torso, head, and right hand remaining, and strode out of the room.

The strong individuals outside changed color upon seeing this scene.

"Don't interfere in this matter. Remember to protect Ning'er well in the future!"

The Ning King stopped his subordinates, who were ready to step forward and intercept him.

"Ning King!"

They watched the figure disappear from their sight, their faces filled with sorrow.

In the mountains near the City Lord's mansion, on the mountain where the True Martial Peak's people were located, Jun Wuxie landed.

With a loud crash.

He threw the weak Ning King he was carrying in front of True Person Chengyuan and said, "Master, all the grievances should be settled today."

True Person Chengyuan looked at the Ning King lying on the ground with only one arm left, his expression indescribable, his whole body trembling. His hand, hanging at his waist, rose several times, but was lowered again each time.

At this moment, in a nearby courtyard, Nan Jin and Yun Shu looked at the distance in shock. They exchanged a few words in low voices, and then Yi Ling hurriedly left.

"Master, the Ning King is right before your eyes. Now, avenge the deceased senior brothers and sisters!"

As Jun Wuxie spoke, his palm shone with crimson light, and he struck the Ning King, unleashing a dragon's roar.

Without the slightest defense, and even actively dispersing his true qi protection, the Ning King's chest collapsed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

At the same time, a massive amount of true qi frantically leaked from the Ning King's body.

With this palm strike, Jun Wuxie shattered the Ning King's cave heaven. He did this deliberately.

Watching the Ning King's condition worsen, and feeling his power rapidly decline, True Person Chengyuan found that he couldn't rejoice at all.

Nan Jin, Yun Shu, and Han Ye looked at each other.

Immediately, Yun Shu strode towards the area where Jun Wuxie and True Person Chengyuan were.

At this time, True Person Chengyuan had already summoned his heavy sword. He stared coldly at the Ning King, and the heavy sword was raised dozens or hundreds of times, wanting to strike him down, but each time it was forcibly stopped.

His eyes were incredibly complex.

He knew very well what it would mean if his heavy sword struck down.

It wasn't just the simple matter of the Ning King's death.

"If Master can't do it, I'll kill him, cut off his head, and place it before the graves of the senior brothers and sisters as a sacrifice!"

As Jun Wuxie spoke, a cold light flashed in his hand, and a middle-grade saint sword appeared. The sharp blade gleamed with a cold metallic luster, and he slashed it down towards the Ning King's head.

"Junior Brother!"

Yun Shu, who had arrived, hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his arm.

"Young Master, don't!"

Almost at the same time, Anning's crying voice came from afar. She stumbled and ran, her face full of tears. When she arrived, she knelt down in front of Jun Wuxie, hugged his leg, and pleaded with tears: "Don't kill my father, I beg you. As long as you can spare my father's life, I'll do anything!"

"Let go!"

Jun Wuxie used a little force in his leg and directly sent Anning flying, smashing several large trees, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

He shook off Yun Shu's hand and was about to continue the downward slash.

"Wuxie!" At this time, True Person Chengyuan grabbed the hand holding the sword and sighed, "Let this matter end here. All grievances are cleared…"

He used all his strength to say these words, the taste in his heart complex and unclear.

He knew that he couldn't let Wuxie kill the Ning King, otherwise, how would he get along with Anning?

If the Ning King died at the hands of anyone from True Martial Peak, it would have a great impact on the future, and it would also affect him because of Anning.

"Thank you, True Person Chengyuan, thank you, Young Master, thank you, Sister Yun Shu!"

Anning staggered over, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing to True Person Chengyuan to thank him. Crying, she picked up the weak Ning King and hurried away.

"You all go, I want to be alone."

Jun Wuxie nodded and left, his figure quickly disappearing into the mountains.

The next moment, he appeared in the valley where Jing Ya lived.

He didn't enter the house, but stood in front of the waterfall pool, quietly watching the silver, training-like waterfall, crashing into the pool, splashing countless water droplets.

"Feeling sorry for Anning, that girl?"

Jing Ya quietly appeared beside him.

"Aunt Jing."

Jun Wuxie turned around and looked at her, gently calling out.

"Feeling very uncomfortable?"

Aunt Jing opened her arms and hugged him, saying, "She will understand, Anning is so smart. Standing in this position, you can only do this. This matter was handled relatively perfectly."

"I'm just thinking, not killing the Ning King in the end, am I worthy of the deceased senior brothers and sisters…"

"You, how are you not worthy of them? If it weren't for you, would the Ning King willingly plead guilty and cut off one arm and both legs? You've already done enough. In this world, you can't completely do as you please. For the future development of Qing Province, for the long-term plan, you can only do this, and you must do this."

"Perhaps."

Jun Wuxie sighed and said no more.