Chen Yi felt a slight sweetness in his throat and calmly raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth.

Qin Qingluo stood firmly on the ground, holding the blood-stained spear, her Python Robe fluttering slightly in the chaotic airflow. She looked down at Chen Yi from above, her icy, snake-like pupils showing no surprise, only a thick, unyielding murderous intent.

Raindrops mixed with the Blood Pearl on her forehead that had splashed there unknowingly, trickled down.

The rain poured down.

Qin Qingluo turned her head, seeing that the situation within the Ancestral Temple had calmed. Pairs of eyes trembled, and without her order, no one dared to act rashly.

"The leader has surrendered. Those who give up without resistance can keep their lives; those who continue to rebel shall be killed on the spot. All clan relatives will remain here, and officials and nobles need not panic. Today’s events will not implicate the innocent. As for..."

The Prince of Annan stood tall among the blood pools and issued orders in a calm and orderly manner.

Chen Yi watched this scene and lowered his hand from his mouth. Since entering the temple, blades and swords had come forth, and both official puppet and Qin Qingluo had joined forces to attack him. He relied on his exquisite swordsmanship to barely fend them off; however, two fists could hardly match four hands. Through countless rounds of fighting, despite being heavily surrounded, he didn’t appear disgraced nor injured, except that Qin Qingluo finally struck him hard with a punch, causing him some pain.

Moreover, he was slightly surprised.

Not by the official puppet, it was indeed a real Third Grade Realm, but Zhu E had leaked the background of this place, which he had long anticipated. What truly surprised him was that in less than three years, Qin Qingluo had unexpectedly re-formed her Martial Intent, not only returning to the genuine Fourth Rank but also showing signs of breaking into the Third Grade Realm with Refining God and Returning Void.

What formed her intent?

"This person."

She pointed with the spear’s tip at the man leaping amid the flashing swords and blades, ordering without any doubt:

"Kill, no mercy."

The moment her voice fell, the official puppet let out a low roar like thunder, resuming its heavy steps, and the giant blade rose again. The guards pressed closer, their weapons tightly locking onto Chen Yi’s path.

The current situation meant certain death.

Chen Yi took a deep breath.

Suddenly, that strange sound invaded his ear again, becoming sharp and echoing throughout his mind, where he finally heard clearly.

The voice said:

"...to here, to here!"

Chen Yi snapped his head in the direction of the sound, finding that it was none other than the depths of the Ancestral Temple.

From the direction of the Divine Master Tablet?!

In this life-and-death situation, Chen Yi’s thoughts were suddenly captured by this unexpected noise.

This sound, extremely subtle, seemed to come from the depths of the Nine Netherworld, without any warning, penetrating the deafening clash of weapons, the official puppet’s roar, and Qin Qingluo’s icy murderous intent... crystal-clear, directly resounding in his mind.

Indeed a baffling sound, appearing inexplicably, with content equally baffling, leaving people puzzled.

Yet Chen Yi couldn’t care less.

With blades and weapons coming, the official puppet pressed ever closer, surrounded heavily by guards, even if he was lucky enough to break out a gap from their hands, forge a bloody path, there was still the ever-watchful Qin Qingluo.

Even though Chen Yi believed he wouldn’t die, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be captured and defeated; moreover, how resolute was Qin Qingluo’s "kill without mercy"?

Fearing that in the end, if he survived by luck, he would face a grim fate, having his entire body’s meridians wasted, his martial arts never to rise again, imprisoned in the dungeon, enduring the punishment of defeat day and night.

Pictures flickered like fleeting shadows, Chen Yi took another deep breath.

He looked up again.

The official puppet was pressing close, wielding a blade like a mountain rising high, amidst the steaming blood, the air on both sides exploding with immense waves.

The guards formed a unified front of flashing blades and swords.

Chen Yi lifted his sword, its tip exploding with dazzling Sword Qi, gathering into a point, the Little World suddenly released outwards, an unstoppable Sword Qi surged like a giant wave.

The sword tip swept around,

Annihilating the encroaching blades and swords instantly, even forcing the official puppet to retreat a step.

Chen Yi moved swiftly, executing three Peak Stepping Clouds to its limit, driving overwhelming Qi through his meridians, consolidating in his steps, his figure leaping like a mass of black lightning towards the Ancestral Temple.

Qin Qingluo’s snake-like pupils narrowed, her body moving urgently like a dragon and serpent, following with a thrust of the spear into the air.

Spear Gang roared.

That spear was unstoppable, Chen Yi’s posture strained forward, amidst the pillars with nowhere to hide, the thrust seemed poised to pin him in mid-air, blood splashing the ancestors’ divine positions!

In that flash moment,

"Buzz..."

The weak yet penetrating buzz that had once sounded in his mind became exceedingly clear and loud, transforming from mere sound to a tangible pull.

The source of the buzz, from the direction of the Divine Master Tablet that worshipped the Qin Family’s ancestors, unexpectedly burst with an extremely deep dark light.

The halo formed a "vortex," directly facing Chen Yi who was leaping into the depths of the Ancestral Temple.

It seemed time completely froze and elongated at this moment:

Qin Qingluo’s lethal spear tip was only three inches away from Chen Yi’s back!

The official puppet, forced back by the Sword Qi, had just stabilized its form, the blood-red giant blade was about to rise again!

The guards, yet to adjust from their disgraced stance after being swept by the Sword Qi, still bore shock on their faces.

Chen Yi himself, leaning forward, his eyes fixed on the ever-nearing divine tablets of ancestors, had only one thought: rush in!

Then, like a drop of water melting into the ocean, his figure suddenly vanished without a trace.

Qin Qingluo’s pupils contracted to the extreme, her spear tip suddenly stopped, and the gust from withdrawing her force shook the tablets, causing several to collapse from the divine pedestal, their golden letters dull.

He had already departed.

A missed spear strike,

Later, her heart twitched inexplicably with pain.

Qin Qingluo’s face remained somber.

A realm of deathly silence.

Where she stood, only the vibrating, buzzing spear remained in Qin Qingluo’s hand, along with the piercing Spear Gang lingering in the air.