Beheading

"Oh right, there's something I forgot to mention."

Chu Yuan suddenly said.

Yun Qingyao paused, tilting her head in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

Could it be that this guy has developed feelings for the Xuantian Sect?

Chu Yuan smiled and said:

"The Demon Lord just said that he will have the sect come to watch a performance in three days."

Yun Qingyao's whole body stiffened:

"Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Chu Yuan said innocently:

"Oh, I forgot..."

"Die, you bastard!"

"it hurts!"

......

Three days later, in front of the Xuantian Palace.

The execution platform has been set up.

It's called a platform, but it's actually just a black stone three zhang high with array patterns carved on all four sides, specifically used to execute traitors.

The platform wasn't big; it would be crowded if five people stood there, but it was just right for one person to kneel on.

People from various sects arrived one after another.

Yun Zhongling stood in the crowd, glanced up at the black stone platform, and muttered to himself:

"True Slash?"

Ying Wudi was standing next to him, unable to suppress his voice:

"Nonsense, the Demon Lord said it himself, how could it be false?"

"No, I mean... a Tribulation Transcending stage elder, just killed like that?"

Yun Zhongling was still a little confused.

He grew up in the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect. From childhood to adulthood, every Tribulation Transcending Stage cultivator he had ever heard of was high and mighty, and you had to kneel down to hear them say anything.

When they arrived at the Xuantian Sect, the Tribulation Transcending stage elder was bound to the stage and beheaded in public.

The difference is too great.

Ying Wudi glanced at him and lowered his voice:

"Little Yunzi, let me tell you, this Sun Yan is no ordinary traitor. He possessed the direct disciple guarding the heart meridian, robbed the sect's resources, and framed the Youyue Clan Master. If you were the Demon Lord, could you tolerate this?"

Yun Zhongling thought for a moment, then shook his head:

"I can't stand it."

"That settles it then."

Leng Xiaochou from Ghost King Valley drifted over and said in a low voice:

"I heard that Sun Yan tried to self-destruct in prison, but Li Tu knocked him unconscious with a single punch."

Ying Wudi laughed:

"That brute Li Tu can't do anything but fight, but when it comes to fighting, he's never lost."

Leng Xiaochou nodded:

"So now Sun Yan's cultivation is completely sealed, and he can't die even if he wants to."

As they were talking, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

From the direction of the Xuantian Palace, a figure in black robes slowly walked out.

Chu Yuan has arrived.

Behind him were Youyue, Litu, and Qianji, followed by the Fifth Elder, the Eighth Elder, and several other elders who rarely showed their faces.

The crowd automatically parted to make way.

Chu Yuan walked to the execution platform, but instead of going up, he stood below it with his hands behind his back.

Youyue stepped forward, her voice clear and cold:

"Bring Sun Yan."

A moment later, two disciples guarding the heart meridian escorted a person out of the side hall.

Sun Yan.

No, it should be said that it is Sun Yan with Qin Shuang's face.

He was being led forward, his steps unsteady, his spiritual power completely sealed away, making him no different from an ordinary person.

But those eyes were still sinister, and as they swept across the crowd, many people subconsciously avoided eye contact.

They dragged him to the front of the platform, and two disciples used force to make him kneel on the ground.

Sun Yan raised his head, looked at Chu Yuan, and suddenly smiled:

"The Demon Lord has quite the grand display. He only killed one of me; does he really need to invite so many people to witness it?"

Chu Yuan looked down at him without saying a word.

Sun Yan continued to laugh:

"But what good will it do you to arrest me? Can you find the person behind me?"

Chu Yuan remained silent.

Sun Yan's smile froze.

Chu Yuan then spoke, his tone calm:

"Are you done talking?"

Sun Yan was taken aback.

Chu Yuan turned his head to look at You Yue:

"Let's go up."

Youyue took a deep breath and walked step by step onto the execution platform.

She stood on the stage, her eyes behind the veil fixed on Sun Yan kneeling on the ground, the veins on her hand gripping the scimitar bulging.

Sun Yan looked up at her and smiled again:

"Youyue, Youyue, your disciple died a terrible death. When I was possessing her body, she even begged me, saying, 'Master, save me...'"

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Snapped!"

Li Tu slapped him across the face:

"You talk too much nonsense."

Sun Yan's face swelled up on one side instantly, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he was still smiling.

"Hit me! Kill me! If you kill me, your apprentice won't come back to life either."

Li Tu was about to make another move when Chu Yuan raised his hand to stop him.

He looked at Sun Yan, his tone remaining calm:

"Don't struggle anymore, the people behind you won't come to your rescue."

Sun Yan was taken aback, then said disdainfully:

"Perhaps you truly are the strongest demon lord in history, but in front of that one..."

Chu Yuan was too lazy to listen to his nonsense:

"Youyue, make your move!"

The crescent-shaped scimitar was drawn.

The blade reflected the sunlight, its cool, clear light like solidified moonlight.

In that very instant.

Chu Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

A faint aura flashed from Sun Yan's body.

The aura was so faint that it was almost imperceptible. If Chu Yuan's physical body hadn't been focused intently on the execution platform, it would have been impossible for him to detect it.

But what truly alarmed him was not that aura.

Rather, it is the world around us.

Youyue's hand, gripping the curved blade, froze in mid-air.

The blade was only three inches from Sun Yan's neck, yet it remained completely still.

On either side of the execution platform, Li Tu stood with his mouth agape, seemingly about to say something, his expression frozen in mid-air.

Qianji stood with his hands behind his back, the hem of his black robe billowing in the wind. When the wind stopped, the hem of his robe hung motionless in mid-air.

Below the stage, Yun Zhongling still wore a complex expression, his eyes fixed on the execution platform.

Ying Wudi crossed his arms, his muscles stiffening. Qingyue Fairy tilted her head slightly, seemingly about to speak to someone beside her.

Everyone.

Ownership.

Even the wind.

Everything froze.

Chu Yuan stood up and scanned the entire room with his gaze.

Time seemed to have been paused. In front of the Xuantian Palace, thousands of people stood like statues, their breathing no longer rising or falling.

Only he can still move.

wrong.

With a thought, Chu Yuan activated the True Eye of Truth.

In my field of vision, the aura of fortune still lingered above Sun Yan's head.

Gray, dull, carrying the aura of impending death.

But deep within that gray cloud of gas, Chu Yuan spotted an extremely fine crack.

A sliver of red light shone through the crack.

The red light appeared and disappeared intermittently, as if it were being suppressed by something and struggling to break free.

A thought flashed through Chu Yuan's mind like lightning.

After the True Eye of Truth evolved, he tried to touch those energy clusters, but they were all repelled.

At the time, he thought it was because his cultivation level was too low to interfere with fate.

But what if we forcefully intervene now?

Chu Yuan stared at the crack, at the sliver of red light shining through it.

He didn't know what the consequences of doing this would be, but he knew one thing:

Sun Yan deserves to die.

And he must die in front of him.

Chu Yuan took a deep breath, focused his mind into a single line, and slammed it into the gray mass of energy!

boom--!

A thunderous roar resounded in my mind, like the crashing of a giant bell.

Chu Yuan felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and his consciousness was almost shattered.

A tremendous backlash surged from the energy cloud, as if an invisible hand were gripping his soul and tearing it apart.

pain.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream.

But Chu Yuan did not retreat.

He stared intently at the crack, at the ray of red light, his mind like a knife, piercing deep into the mass of energy bit by bit.

The gray gas cloud trembled violently, resisting desperately as if it were alive.

The tremor traveled back through his thoughts, shaking Chu Yuan's very soul as if it were about to shatter at any moment.

Just then, the Azure Wood Vitality of the second stage of the Nine Revolutions Undying Body within his body suddenly began to operate!

That life force surged from the dantian, rushed along the meridians straight to the sea of ​​consciousness, and transformed into a blue barrier to protect the tottering soul.

Seizing this moment of respite, Chu Yuan suddenly exerted his willpower!

He mobilized that energy for the first time.

[Target: Sun Yan]

[Cultivation Level: Peak of Void Refinement]

[Fate's trajectory: By that being... *sizzle*, death!]

[Fortune: Red]

click -

A soft sound.

The cracks in the gray gas cloud suddenly widened, and the wisp of red light finally broke free and spread out instantly!

The gray faded.

The red color spread like flames throughout the entire air mass!

Chu Yuan felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and he staggered backward, barely managing to regain his balance by grabbing the armrest of the high seat.

He was panting heavily, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.