As he hesitated.
The "Tribulation Soldiers" that had been produced had already begun to split into four groups, launching offensives towards the east, south, west, and north. For every mile they advanced, they would plant a "Sentinel Tree" to transmit ssages and receive reinforcents.
As for the county magistrates and soldiers belonging to the Yunxi Dynasty along the way, they were directly overrun and swiftly captured, then imprisoned in tree prisons planted casually.
But if soone resisted fiercely, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill directly—the Tribulation Soldiers, born from Tribulation Qi, were extrely sensitive to murderous and malicious aurae, so they would never mistakenly kill a good person, nor would they spare a bad one.
It’s evident what kind of corruption the dynasty has slipped into, selling even the emperor’s sore blood.
Hence, they truly slaughtered the rivers of blood — in one county after another, from top to bottom, anyone within the governnt offices was dragged out by the Tribulation Soldiers, killed if possible, imprisoned if not.
More were killed than imprisoned.
Bodies piled up on the ground, blood flowed like small rivers.
Dark clouds covered the sky, a gloomy haze hung overhead, it seed even the sun did not wish to see such a scene.
More absurdly, when they departed after clearing those n, advancing onward, the common folk were actually filled with excitent, bowing towards where they had left:
"Angels, this must be God seeing we couldn’t go on, sending angels with heavenly soldiers to save us!"
"Wu Wu Wu, Xuan’er... the villain is finally dead!"
"Daughter, rest in peace in heaven!"
The Tribulation Soldiers naturally paid no heed to their cries.
But Li Ye and Wei Qingye, high above, saw it all clearly. They exchanged a look, the forr taking a gulp of icy water to suppress his anger.
The latter even stood up abruptly, pacing back and forth in the Sword Bone Pool water, his fire raging:
"Has the corruption in this world already beco so severe?"
Li Ye fell silent for a long ti.
Sighing softly: "I know my guilt, though I have many reasons to justify myself, ultimately it is the common folk who suffer."
Indeed, as he said.
This world was not sothing he could entirely care about, he could only affect it broadly; everything else had to be handled and fought over by the cultivators within the world.
Otherwise, the result of forcibly intervening with external forces would make the world beco unrecognizable, and it might even be on the verge of collapse.
Besides, the Four Seasons Sect had certain prohibitions—if not for the interference of the Gnostic School this ti, he wouldn’t have been able to use Tribulation Soldiers to directly purge the world.
To put it bluntly.
The wails are truly... difficult to hear.
Of course.
This is not absolute.
Li Ye gazed at the Yunxi Realm, speaking: "Though justice delayed is late, it has co.
After this is purged, I will send so mbers of the Immortal Family to station here, periodically reporting back on matters of the Yunxi Realm to prevent future troubles."
Wei Qingye also knew it wasn’t Li Ye’s fault.
Moreover, to be honest, this dear friend of his was already much more like a true immortal than many Immortals, even though he was now in a high position he still cared about these "small matters".
He only slowly got up from the pool now.
Rust-stained pool water slowly flowed from his body, Sword Qi circulated over his smooth muscles, although still bearing scars from the battle with Buzhou Bamboo, he was evidently ready for another fight.
He was already at late-stage Golden Core.
And a direct disciple of Celestial Vein Sword Mountain.
No problem to fight Nascent Soul.
When he reached the edge of the pool, a slightly thin black robe was already draped over him, like a bathrobe, with his longsword in hand.
He said to Li Ye: "I’ll be back soon, bringing the emperor’s head to soak wine for you!"
Li Ye: "..." No need, I don’t lack alcohol.
He suddenly recalled he had so Celestial Rainbow Tribulation Wine left, so he took out a jug and ward it with Tribulation Fire: "Let’s drink when we return."
"Wait, we?" Wei Qingye was montarily stunned.
"I’m going too," Li Ye chuckled and said: "You’re battling Nascent Soul, I naturally have to assist you, and also ensure your fight doesn’t impact the common people."
"Otherwise given the Yunxi Emperor’s character, he might use the lives of commoners as leverage, making you hesitate — should you kill, or not kill?"
Thus he spoke.
He also climbed out of the pool, casually draping a white robe, very casual.
Then he opened the spatial portal to the Yunxi Realm, patting Wei Qingye’s shoulder: "Let’s go."
Wei Qingye made no fuss, directly soared into the air and entered.
The next instant.
He appeared above the imperial palace of the Yunxi Dynasty, standing in the void, his slightly damp hair wafted in the air, the longsword in his hand long "eagerly thirsting," emitting the sonorous sound of Sword Qi.
Above him were gathering heavy dark clouds.
Below, even in the dim daylight, was a brightly lit imperial palace, covered in glazed tiles—a splendid and luxurious palace built atop a mountain, it looked from afar like a giant overlooking the world.
The lights even ford halos like auspicious clouds, illuminating the far-off... dark cities.
"..."
"Upper Envoy, why co here?"
Yunxi Emperor flew out from the imperial palace.
Behind him, countless Forbidden Army soldiers surged like a tide, they weren’t just for show, but well-equipped, honest families’ children.
Their training began when they entered the palace, practicing secret techniques, usually they only acted when the dynasty’s rule was threatened, their combat power wasn’t low, theoretically able to face Nascent Souls in formation.
—This was actually a sign of insecurity.
A dignified Nascent Soul, to face a Golden Core needing the Forbidden Army’s formation assistance, spread it would be laughed to death.
Thus Wei Qingye sneered:
"Arrays, can’t you and I duel one-on-one, and you need array assistance, ridiculous."
Yunxi Emperor, this middle-aged man in imperial robes, possessing a majestic presence, even sowhat heroic, chuckled:
"I dare not kill you."
"So, I can only trap you."
"Of course, I can’t beat you."
Still smiling, he had already drawn a bow in hand, then retreated, quickly notching arrows, with "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sound, showers of arrows fell like the sky itself.
Evidently, he didn’t care about Yunxi City suffering, laying down no restraint, the overflow arrows fell towards Yunxi City, this was the attack of a Nascent Soul, the world’s "Emperor".
If they truly fell, scorched earth for miles would be the best result.
To put it plainly, it was to disgust the Sword Cultivator.
If he could cause him to be distracted, all the better.
But fortunately, Li Ye was there.
—As the arrows fell towards Yunxi City, upon nearing the buildings they were blocked by a gentle and compassionate fla shield, accompanied by a voice:
"These are now my people."
"You perhaps et your end peacefully."
"At least I will leave records of your father and mother are your siblings, let the historiographer write, also not lacking a pleasant story."
When Yunxi Emperor heard this voice, his heart sank to the bottom, looking down, he saw the widely renowned yet never t Li Ye quietly standing on a bluish stone alley, holding a lamp.
Bathed in the lamp’s glow like an Immortal God, yet his eyes were a deep pool impossible to fathom.
This scene left Yunxi Emperor with no hope left.
He knew.
He was probably really going to die.
Not only himself, but even the world, the dynasty his ancestors painstakingly built would be handed to others—what virtue and capability did the Four Seasons Sect have, to seize his family’s heritage!
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