Wei Chengfeng looked at Lu Ze and the golden phantom behind him with a complex expression.
He had long heard rumors about Lu Ze’s connection with the Heavenly Dao.
Yet he never expected that the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao would actually intervene on Lu Ze’s behalf.
‘No… perhaps it’s just because their interests happen to align temporarily.’
‘Elder Jiang’s actions must have insulted the Heavenly Dao, so it’s only repaying insult with insult?’
‘If that’s the case, everything makes sense…’
Wei Chengfeng nodded silently to himself, having reached a conclusion in his heart.
This was also the common thought among everyone who had witnessed the fierce battle.
Even if it was just a lingering spirit, the Heavenly Dao could never be anyone’s tool—this was absolutely certain.
“Gentlemen, how do you intend to resolve this matter?”
Wei Chengfeng steadied his mind and looked toward the phantom behind Lu Ze.
The remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao showed no reaction whatsoever, still immersed in the joy of the recent slaughter.
With no other choice, Wei Chengfeng turned back to Lu Ze. “Young friend Lu… what do you propose?”
“My proposal?”
Lu Ze grinned and said with a smile, “Simple… kill him.”
“Although Elder Jiang committed a grave mistake in the illusion, such a punishment seems a bit too…”
Wei Chengfeng frowned.
Jiang Lingfeng’s actions were indeed hateful, but they hardly warranted death.
It was like being sentenced to death for cheating in a game in a past life—neither reasonable nor just.
“Since the mistake was made within the illusion, naturally the repayment should also be within the illusion.”
Lu Ze blinked, wearing an expression as innocent as a lamb.
“Do you think I’m such a vicious person in the eyes of the sect leader?”
“Of course not. I’ve long heard that Elder Nangong’s disciple is pure-hearted; otherwise, how could he be connected with the Heavenly Dao?”
Wei Chengfeng waved his hand, relieved inside.
If it was only about slaying Jiang Lingfeng once inside the illusion, it wasn’t a big deal.
With that thought, he gestured to summon Jiang Lingfeng here.
Only then did Jiang Lingfeng realize the severity of the situation. Despite his extreme reluctance, he shut his eyes and stood before Lu Ze, adopting a posture ready to be slaughtered.
Lu Ze wasted no time; with a swift motion, he cleaved Jiang Lingfeng into countless pieces.
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Listening to the prompt sound in his ear, Lu Ze squinted with satisfaction.
“Young friend Lu, is there anything else you want us to compensate for?”
Wei Chengfeng asked.
Since things had escalated to this point, he naturally didn’t expect that killing Jiang Lingfeng once in the illusion would settle the matter, so he proactively asked.
Lu Ze’s eyes gleamed: “Again!”
Wei Chengfeng was stunned for a moment: “Again?”
Lu Ze: “Yes, let him let me kill him again!”
Wei Chengfeng: “???”
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[Dark Path Points +7.1]
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After a dozen repetitions, the live stream’s comment section couldn’t hold back anymore.
[Absolutely insane!]
[Look at Sect Leader Wei’s expression, he seems on the verge of collapse.]
[This is basically slapping the face of the Infinite Sword Sect right in front of him…]
[Exactly, Old Demon Lu is truly such a vicious character!]
[Elder Nangong issued a statement overnight, declaring he has never accepted any disciples.]
[I feel like I have a disease that makes me want to laugh whenever I see the words ‘pure-hearted.’]
[Looks like Elder Jiang is about to crack.]
【Why does Old Demon Lu always have to pick fights with people inside the illusion realm?】
……
By the sixteenth death, Wei Chengfeng sighed deeply.
“Lu, young friend… has your anger subsided at all?”
Hearing this, Lu Ze paused his relentless slaughter.
Grinding demonic points was indeed satisfying, but if he kept going, Jiang Lingfeng might just quit the illusion realm altogether—he’d rather die than continue enduring such humiliation.
As for killing Jiang Lingfeng in reality?
Possible, but unnecessary.
After all, the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao was still a fragment of the Heavenly Dao’s will.
As long as the other party hadn’t committed acts that defied or insulted the Heavenly Dao, every move the remnant spirit made came at a cost.
Jiang Lingfeng standing before them was guilty, but not to the point of death.
There was no reason for the remnant spirit to waste its precious Dao power on someone like him.
Of course, inside the illusion realm, this guy was a lawless “god.”
That was why the remnant spirit was so obsessed with playing the role of the executioner within the illusion.
“I’ve long since calmed down. I’m not such a petty person,” Lu Ze answered, calm and composed.
“It’s just that I noticed Old Jiang always consciously resurrects himself right in front of me. He must have a guilty conscience—I can’t bear to chill the heart of a senior!”
“……”
Wei Chengfeng took a deep breath, struggling hard to suppress the urge to curse.
Look at this, does that even sound like human speech?
But upon closer reflection,
After repeating this four or five times, Lu Ze indeed never once said, “Again.”
It was always Jiang Lingfeng, being sensible, who voluntarily stuck his neck out…
“Well then, what about Elder Jiang’s punishment—”
Before Wei Chengfeng could finish, Lu Ze suddenly widened his eyes in surprise.
“What? Your sect actually has an Elder named Jiang?”
Wei Chengfeng took another deep breath.
He glanced at the golden phantom figure behind Lu Ze.
A cold, indifferent gaze swept over him, instantly making him feel immense pressure.
“Young friend Lu is right; this matter was my oversight.”
Wei Chengfeng thought briefly, then made his decision.
“Effective immediately, all of Jiang Lingfeng’s rights within the Infinite Sword Sect are revoked, and he is to be confined in the Isolation Realm for one year of reflection… How does that sound?”
“Agreed.”
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Lu Ze nodded.
Hearing the verdict, Jiang Lingfeng looked at the two of them with utter despair.
Having already lost enough face being slaughtered mercilessly by a junior in front of countless eyes;
Now, everything he had painstakingly built was about to be destroyed. He panicked.
A fierce rage surged from the depths of his heart, quickly overwhelming his fear of the Heavenly Dao.
“What damn Heavenly Dao… just a wisp of an evil spirit, don’t push people too far!!”
Jiang Lingfeng snarled, pointing at Lu Ze and the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao.
“If you really are the Heavenly Dao, why conspire with mortals to monopolize the path of the illusion realm!?”
His roar caused everyone present to freeze for a moment.
Ever since Wei Chengfeng’s intervention and the remnant spirit’s appearance, the matter had become a huge uproar, known to all.
Not only did tens of thousands watch from Lu Ze’s livestream, but many had also joined inside the illusion realm itself to watch the spectacle unfold.
At this moment, Jiang Lingfeng’s outburst sparked considerable controversy.
"Elder Jiang’s words do make some sense... If this is the Heavenly Dao, then why does it only channel spiritual energy into the illusions crafted by Old Demon Lu?"
"If it’s reduced to being just a tool for someone... can it still be called the Heavenly Dao?"
"But even so, that’s no reason for it to cause chaos inside *Naraka: Bladepoint*! Such methods are utterly despicable!"
"To be fair, if Old Demon Lu’s illusions are the standard, no one else could possibly reach that level anyway..."
...
Facing Jiang Lingfeng’s accusations, the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao let out a strange, eerie laugh.
“Insignificant ants, yet you dare to question the Heavenly Dao!?”
“These are merely illusions you’ve created, unworthy of the Heavenly Dao’s gaze!”
With that, cracks began to snake across the entire illusory space.
“From this moment on, I, the Heavenly Dao, shall govern all illusions in the world...”
“Those who fail to meet the standard...”
“Will bear the consequences!”
As a solemn voice filled with overwhelming pressure thundered through the air, the entire illusion shattered completely, reduced to nothing but dust.
...
At the Wujian Sword Sect, Illusory Sword Peak.
“Ah—!!!”
Beside Jiang Lingfeng, Du Cheng—who had already been stripped of his steward status—clutched his head, letting out a painful scream.
As the creator of the *Heavenly Dao Secret Realm*, Du Cheng suffered a devastating backlash after the illusion was crushed by the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao with supreme power.
Jiang Lingfeng coldly watched Du Cheng writhe on the ground in agony, lost in thought.
At that moment, he suddenly sensed a terrifying pressure pressing down from behind.
With trembling hands, he turned around and saw only a twisted distortion in the air.
“Ant...”
The remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao’s voice, tinged with a hint of malevolence, whispered in his ear.
“How dare you insult the Heavenly Dao...”
“Are you ready to meet your death?”
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