The Curtain Falls

Brilliant golden light illuminated the world.

Without a single word of nonsense, accompanied by a shout of "Martial Uncle Hunyuan, please enlighten me!", Jian Wuhen moved in sync with his voice. His very first strike was his ultimate killing move, launched with the desperate ferocity of one risking his life.

The longsword gleamed like silver, carrying the majestic might of heaven.

This sword strike carried all of Jian Wuhen's sword intent.

Compared to his previous battle with Qing Wanyue, the difference was like that between a child and a giant—a world apart.

It faintly stepped onto the threshold of the Void Return realm.

Perfected Hunyuan's expression changed. He instinctively tried to draw the longsword at his waist, only to find it completely stuck. Thus, he could only hastily summon a defensive magical treasure to block in front of him.

Crack—

The unparalleled sword light sliced through like a hot knife through butter.

That defensive magical treasure was instantly severed into two, the cut as smooth and neat as a mirror.

"Are you kidding me?!!!"

Perfected Hunyuan's eyes widened so much they nearly split.

This was a Low-Tier Earth Grade defensive magical treasure! He had spent fifty years of savings to exchange for it from the Demonic Cult, and yet it was shattered by a single strike from a mere Nascent Soul brat?!

It was simply a fantasy!

But there was no time left for him to be shocked. That sword light didn't pause for even a single breath, surging straight toward him.

Perfected Hunyuan raised his right hand, spiritual power surging wildly around his body.

Boom!

The moment they collided, a blinding light instantly erupted between the two. Perfected Hunyuan's cuffs were shredded to pieces by the sword qi, leaving countless tiny cuts on his skin.

But this was not the main point.

"Is this... Dao principles?"

Feeling the aura radiating from this sword intent, Perfected Hunyuan was terrified. This kid was seriously out to hack him to death, leaving absolutely no leeway.

Perfected Hunyuan had already realized it.

This strike was definitely not something he could block in his current state. If he continued to hide his true strength, he would certainly die. Between being hacked to death right now and exposing his identity...

...he chose the latter without hesitation.

Black demonic qi instantly surged from behind Perfected Hunyuan, converging into a massive phantom of a demon god with twin horns and clad in armor, dyeing the entire sky pitch-black.

Crack—

The sword light pierced the heavens; the sky lit up just as it had turned dark.

Perfected Hunyuan's aura climbed steadily. He burned through more than half of his internal essence blood just to barely block Jian Wuhen's strike.

Fast!

Too fast!

From the moment Ye Shu called out Perfected Hunyuan as a demonic spy, to Jian Wuhen violently attacking, and then Perfected Hunyuan exposing his demonic arts, barely a single breath of time had passed.

Before anyone could even react.

The battle was already over.

Including Ye Shu.

He was completely dumbfounded.

His original plan was to shout it out, and then use the evidence provided by Xiaobai to have the Sect Master investigate Perfected Hunyuan.

After all, with a demonic spy in the sect, he couldn't sleep at night. Who knew if this guy would brainwash those idiotic female leads into falling to the demonic path? Once they turned to the dark side, they would become ten times stronger, stacking buffs to just kick him flying.

Who could have expected Jian Wuhen to just explode and attack right off the bat?

This... this isn't right, is it?

Following a brief silence, the arena instantly erupted into an uproar.

"Holy crap! He really is from the Demonic Path!"

"This is terrifying. I was actually planning to join the Hidden Sword Peak. I never expected such a seemingly honest and good-natured old man to be a demonic spy."

"Wait, I came here to participate in the disciple acceptance ceremony, not to eat melons and watch drama! Just how many more explosive scenes are waiting for me today?"

As the crowd chattered fervently, Perfected Hunyuan's expression was incredibly ugly.

He stared dead at Ye Shu, unable to figure out even if it killed him—where exactly did he expose a flaw?

Could it be...

A terrifying thought suddenly flashed through his mind. It was the Holy Maiden! The Holy Maiden had exposed his identity to this wet-behind-the-ears brat so that the boy could claim credit in front of everyone!

All of this just to win that kid's favor!

Holy Maiden, how ruthless of you! To use loyal me as a stepping stone, making a wedding dress for another.

Even though he had long known that those of the Demonic Path were heartless, Perfected Hunyuan still felt a chill in his heart.

He looked at Li Daoyuan, who was already glaring his way.

An abyssal, terrifying pressure crashed down upon him.

Peak Void Return realm!

Even when the Azure Profound Sect's resources were exhausted back then, with Lin Heming's help, nurturing a Peak Void Return realm figure to hold the fort was a piece of cake.

Under this pressure, Perfected Hunyuan couldn't even circulate the spiritual power in his body properly. The space around him froze like ice, making escape completely impossible.

On the verge of death, Perfected Hunyuan forcefully turned his head.

Even... even if I'm going to die, I won't let you have it easy!

You adulterous couple!

He looked at the purple-clad woman, opening his mouth to shout.

The next moment—

Bang!

Perfected Hunyuan's head suddenly exploded like an overripe watermelon. Red, white, and pink scattered all over the ground as blood sprayed profusely from his neck. A Soul Formation cultivator's body contained a massive amount of blood, and for a moment, it looked like a light rain shower falling from the sky.

Amidst this sky full of raining blood.

The purple-clad woman moved her lotus steps lightly, treading on the void. She strolled beneath the rain of blood, yet not a single drop touched her body.

"Idiot, what use are you?"

She cast a cold glance at Perfected Hunyuan's corpse and waved her right sleeve. The mangled remains instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist.

The entire venue was dead silent.

Everyone stared fixedly at this purple-clad woman.

Who is she?

This was the shared question in everyone's hearts.

"Demonic Path Holy Maiden?"

It wasn't until Li Daoyuan's somewhat solemn voice rang out that the people present finally learned her identity.

"Why aren't you staying properly in your Central Province? What are you doing here?" Li Daoyuan stared coldly at the purple-clad woman, his right hand quietly clenching into a fist.

"What am I doing here?"

Hearing this, the purple-clad woman chuckled softly, "Giggle... Naturally, I came to see my husband."

With that, her figure suddenly vanished.

The very next moment, she appeared right in front of Ye Shu.

"As expected of the man capable of killing me. You truly have a piercing gaze. Not only could you detect my gaze at a glance, but you also saw through that trash's demonic identity."

"And... you are so decisive."

Wait, what is this person talking about?

Killing someone?

Killing the person right in front of me? But isn't she standing here perfectly fine?

And what the hell is this about being her husband?

I'm her husband? Did I even know about this?

Ye Shu was completely bewildered.

But everyone in the arena was watching right now.

He could feel wave after wave of gazes fixed upon him. If he acted flustered and at a loss now, it would be way too uncool.

So, he kept his expression unchanged, not showing a hint of emotion. Pursing his lips tightly, he simply looked at her quietly.

Revealing no joy, no anger, and no emotion.

Staying silent, pretending to be a supreme expert.

Seeing this, the purple-clad woman wasn't annoyed; instead, she admired him even more.

"I just love this aloof look of yours."

As she spoke, she actually reached out, wanting to caress Ye Shu's cheek, but was blocked by Lu Shouzhuo, who held his sword horizontally beside them.

"Don't touch him."

"Hmph! You certainly are protective of your master."

Facing Lu Shouzhuo, the purple-clad woman completely dropped her amiable demeanor.

She snorted coldly, a glint of cold light flashing in her eyes.

"Demonic witch! Have you had enough fun?!"

Right at this moment, Li Daoyuan's voice echoed from the main seat. In the next instant, his figure had already appeared in front of the purple-clad woman, striking out with a palm.

This palm strike was heavy and powerful, brimming with destructive force.

However, the purple-clad woman's figure was as ethereal as smoke and dust. With a whoosh, she was blown away by the wind, disappearing completely.

Leaving behind only a soft, airy whisper.

"My dear husband, we have plenty of time ahead of us~"