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The Ice Emperor's accidental attack had pierced through the golden phoenix's right wing, deviating from the Sword Saint's random lightning strike, but instead, she had completely missed out on the Ice God's Whip. This was a complete explanation of the ancient saying, 'if you want to plant flowers it won't bloom, but if you don't want to plant willow trees will grow shade'.

"Hmm? "Aren't you going to get up?" Sword Saint stretched out his bloodied right hand as he carefully examined the Ice Emperor's body. It wasn't because he was lustful, but because he wanted to find an item that would make them willingly serve Duke Ming.

The Ice Emperor's eyes were lifeless as she stared at the Sword Saint in a daze while muttering, "I lost, I lost! She did not look like a living person at all. She was no different from a puppet."

"So it's here," Pushing aside the hair on the right ear of Yin Lian, a purple cross-shaped wooden nail was revealed before the eyes of Sword Saint's eyes, it was actually concealed by his elegant long hair, causing Sword Saint to laugh out loud, he used a bit of lightning elemental energy to lock the wooden nail. As his finger slowly extended outwards, the long, thin wooden nail was forcibly pulled out, transforming into a cloud of purple smoke that disappeared into the air.

"Cough cough." Her black eyes finally released her gaze, and she suddenly pounded her chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood. "Brother Jian, why are you here? Cough cough, someone wants your life. Run, cough cough cough."

The Sword Saint shook his head, "Isn't the one who wants my life you?"

"What?" He opened his eyes wide and realized that he was lying on the chest of the Sword Saint. The sound of his breathing was very distinct, and his face immediately turned red. He pushed the Sword Saint away and said shyly, like a little girl, "I hate you."

The Sword Saint laughed out loud, but then his smile froze. Someone had arrived. The Sword Saint said in a low voice, "Hurry up and release this place. Leave quickly, I will hold him back."

The totally clueless Yin Lian looked at the world of ice and snow around her, seemingly unfazed. "Did I do this? Just what happened?"

"Do not ask anything. If you know too much, it will cost you your life. Hurry up and go," Sword Saint said in a cold tone. He could feel that the absolute pressure was getting closer and closer to him.

"Ice Annihilation!" Accompanied by a melodious chanting, the ice barrier above the palace melted away like a spring breeze. It had been a long time since a light rain had last fallen on the imperial city. A faint rainbow hung in the sky wherever it had fallen.

"Me!" The Ice Empress wanted to force him to stay behind and make up for her mistakes, but he was rejected by Sword Saint. "Hurry up and go. Bring the Flame Monarch with you. The further the better. Don't come back."

The Sword Saint walked to the Flame Emperor's side and used the same method to retrieve the purple wooden nail on Yan Jun. Then, he tossed it to the Ice Emperor.

"This!"

"I don't want to say the same thing again. You only need to know a name. "Di's people are here," the Sword Saint clenched his teeth, sensing that the aura would arrive in no time.

One night more than ten years ago, she almost fell into the hands of the church of Sytry. Fortunately, with the help of Sword Lord, she was able to escape, and that was because she was merely a blue-ranked young lady. She did not expect to step into the realm of the Celestial King in the blink of an eye. She knew that even here, she would not be able to help Sword Lord in any way. Similarly, she knew that this man was a part of that organization.

"I will tell them that you are all dead, and that these years of silence are your best option. Otherwise, your lives will be in your own hands," Reaching the point where the situation was imminent, Sword Lord brandished his sword to cut down Flame Sovereign and Ice Emperor's battle armor, then used his thunder and fire to burn them to ashes.

"Sword Saint," the Ice Empress wanted to cry but no tears came out. Ever since she had become the Divine King, she no longer felt this way, as if all emotions and desires had been severed from her body. To put it bluntly, she had been brainwashed by the Profound Emperor and only knew how to do things. The Ice Empress turned around and no longer thought about it. It was as if she once again saw the boy from ten years ago, in order to save her, block her with all his might. The boy brushed past her shoulder once more.

"Don't worry, I have my best plan," Sword Saint said in a soft voice. He was still standing there proudly. However, from this moment onwards, the Ice Empress and the Flame Monarch had disappeared from the face of the earth.

Sword Saint sighed, lamenting that all of this was fated, but at the same time, the clouds at the horizon disappeared without a trace. Accompanied by the rumbling of thunder, a strange darkness shrouded the skies above the imperial city, and the aged yet deathly still voice came from afar, as though it came from the world of undead spirits.

"Long time no see, former Sect Leader of the Demon Sword Pavilion," A black figure descended from the sky, disappearing like black smoke. In the end, it floated before the Sword Saint, its black bandages covering its face and leaving behind a single bloodshot eye.

"Bloodthirsty old demon, you're still as sinister as ever," the Sword Saint chuckled, greeting the strange man as if he were talking to an old friend.

"Hey, ever since you threw this Demon Sword Pavilion back to me, you have been quite carefree," the Bloodthirsty Sword Demon said as he closed his eyes. He seemed to be deep in thought.

"Nothing special," the Sword Saint said as he shook his head, as if to say that his life as a spy wasn't as smooth as he had been in the past few years.

"Then you know ? Dao, why did I come here to look for it ? "You?" The Bloodthirsty Sword Demon started to get in the way, but this subtle killing intent had long been sensed by the Sword Saint. The Sword Saint did not easily answer, and in order to recover some strength, the Sword Saint purposely avoided it and started laughing at the Sword Demon.

"Of course. Ever since I received the order to assassinate that person, these two people have been killed by my sword." Saying that, he raised his sword and pointed at the two charred armors on the ground. As for whether or not there was anyone among them, it was impossible to tell with the naked eye.

"Oh, but that's not what I got?" The Sword Demon chuckled. Looking at the two armors on the ground, he indeed felt their auras, "That one's intentions are really carried out. He didn't leave any traces and killed the Nine Prefectures' Protector. I have to put it nicely."

"That's really great," the Sword Saint said in feigned surprise. He had hidden his feelings well, and he had kept that change in his heart. He was worthy of being a spy trained by Sytry.

"After leaving for so long, I wanted to go back and take a look." The Sword Saint chuckled as he cupped his hands and bowed to the west.

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