Imperial Treasure-Chapter 1085 - 644: The Last One

In the grand scheme of national affairs, how do personal grudges measure up?

Can Yuwen Huaji die now?

If he dies, the Imperial Court will tremble, and the chaotic times will become even more tumultuous.

Yet... how many have seen Wei Zhenzhen’s blood-covered face still marred by hidden agony and humiliation?

The body has stopped moving.

Only large patches of foul blood continue to unravel, flowing down like rain along the tiles...

The pitch-black blood, carrying corroded flesh, trickling down from the fifth-floor eaves to the fourth-floor, then the third, second, first floor....

Landing on the courtyard ground, falling upon the flowers and grasses, causing them to blacken, rot, and die, leaving a scorched patch of wasteland.

What a terrifying poison indeed.

Only tattered clothes and shoes remain on the tiles.

No remains. (Surely someone will curse me for being too cruel again, for tormenting others... well, for the sake of the plot, endure it and it will pass.)

In response, Hou Xibai stood on the other side, glanced at the clothes, then at Yuwen Huaji, and frowned.

It is said that the people of the Demon Sect are evil to the core, but it now seems a tremendous irony.

Sui Yi gazed upon these garments, his face as calm as an ancient well, making it hard to discern sorrow or fury.

The Rebirth Mantra can rebirth the soul, but it can’t erase the desolation and grief of death.

What was she thinking before she died?

Was she reminiscing about wonderful things, or was she immersed in the painful circumstances she had endured...

For instance...

Yuwen Huaji laughed, a smile more hideous than the demons of Hell, shaking his sleeves, disdainfully ignoring the corpse of his uncle on the ground. He turned away...

As if remembering something, he turned his head and added to Sui Yi: "By the way, although Wei Zhenzhen is already a discarded shoe, the taste was not bad after all."

Xie Hui grasped the Judge’s Pen, while Han Gaitian frowned and clenched his fist.

Li Xiuning, Shong Xiufang, and other women, along with the great Taoist sages, all changed their expressions.

On the sixth floor, a young woman suddenly leaned over the railing, her face flushed with anger, shouting down: "Uncle Xie, this man is simply an animal, please help me kill him! If my father were here, he would surely cut him down with one slash. If there’s truly a problem, I will explain it to my father! I beg you!"

"Alright," Xie Hui, usually steady, only hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

However....

Yuwen Huaji

Sui Yi’s calm voice made Yuwen Huaji turn around.

As he turned towards her...

Sui Yi also turned sideways, her fingers curling around Demon Que, slicing her fingertip across the blade, a few drops of blood rolled over the sword blade forming Witch Scripture, then, with a flick of her wrist.

The sword left her fingers.

Darting through the air... spinning...

Buzz~~~

That sword entered the pupil of Yuwen Huaji.

Growing bigger and bigger, until...

Thud!

The sword fiercely pierced diagonally downward through Yuwen Huaji’s chest, stabbing from the heart into the abdomen, and emerging through the waist, pinning him dead to the ground.

It was an utterly bizarre way of sword insertion, but in the culture of the Wizard Tribe, this manner of death is called—waist dismemberment.

Blood gushed onto Demon Que.

At this moment, Sui Yi’s blood seeped into Demon Que, the crimson patterns ignited.

Witchcraft: Ignite!

Whoosh, flames erupted violently from Yuwen Huaji, spreading through the blood, engulfing the nearby You Juanniao and Yuwen Shi.

A three-meter diameter circle.

Ignite!

Blazing fiercely.

The flames were dazzling.

This was a god-like technique and power, everyone present suddenly felt.

——She is no ordinary person, and indeed, she intended to kill him!

Waist dismemberment: An unforgivable person, pierced through the heart, dismembered at the waist, stripped of life and mobility, burned with fire, reborn with crippled limbs, an ugly appearance, destined for a lifetime of loneliness.

Sui Yi closed her eyes.

He must suffer more tragically than Wei Zhenzhen to feel content.

Will this release the hatred?

Shong Xiufang et al remained quiet, watching the long-haired swordsman.

Only seeing her side profile, her physique though slender, her demeanor was still masculine, along with waxy skin, yet, her face was refined like jade, snowy and delicate, giving a sense of discordance, yet ultimately her aura was the most striking.

No matter how her face appeared, it could not detract from the sense of beauty and tranquility she imparted.

Sui Yi didn’t look at them, her eyes lowered, she spoke a sentence.

"You were right; your death brings forth chaos."

Yuwen Huaji must die, though after his death, there would be no one left to kill Yang Guang.

Even so, she would still kill him.

The heart cannot endure.

And after killing the last Yuwen Huaji, the aura around Sui Yi became restless and uncertain.