Chapter 1780: Chapter 1777: Aren’t You Being Too Arrogant?
"Me? I am one who enforces justice on behalf of the heavens!"
Xu Wendong stared at the wavering and disheveled Xuan Lingzi, his eyes brimming with disdain and fury, seeming as though they could scorch everything before him into ashes.
He lunged forward, surrounded by golden flames like raging fires, burning intensely.
The light not only illuminated the battlefield ravaged by war but also pierced straight into the hearts of everyone present, reflecting the astonishment and reverence flooding their eyes.
Xu Wendong’s voice suddenly rang out, like a rolling thunder carrying endless anger and an overwhelming power of righteousness, exploding in everyone’s ears: "As the president of the Cultivator Association, you ought to be the pillar defending the cultivation world, a guardian of fairness and justice, yet you allowed the association to become a shield for evil!"
"That villain Shangguan Hong, by wielding the power granted by the association, wantonly tramples lives, treating others’ lives like ants, shedding blood carelessly, indulging in all evils, and you?"
"Not only did you refrain from punishing, but you became an accomplice, sheltering him in every way. Where is your conscience? Where is your duty?"
His gaze was like lightning, swiftly sweeping over the crowd around him. The cultivators who were originally watching from afar cowered and hung their heads like withered eggplants under his gaze, not daring to meet his eyes.
"Open your eyes and look at this so-called Cultivator Association!"
"On the surface, it purports to be upholding the peace of the cultivation world with a noble facade, but behind the scenes, it’s engaged in filthy, disgraceful deeds!"
"It scours the lands, seizing the lifeblood of countless cultivators for itself."
"It oppresses weak sects at will, destroying the cultivation paths of countless aspiring individuals!"
"Your hands are long stained red with the blood of innocents, your crimes heinous beyond measure!" Every word of Xu Wendong was like a heavy bomb, fiercely hitting the hearts of everyone, stirring endless waves.
Xuan Lingzi’s body trembled more violently, he stuttered, trying to argue, but his throat felt like it was gripped by an invisible hand, unable to make a sound.
Fear and despair entwined in his eyes, while regret overwhelmed him like a surging tide, utterly drowning him.
He knew in his heart.
Every word spoken by Xu Wendong was well-grounded ironclad evidence, and he, as a dark indulgent perpetrator of all this, was unforgivable.
"Today! I, Xu Wendong, will seek justice for the long-oppressed and trampled cultivation world!"
Xu Wendong’s voice reverberated in all directions, his golden flames instantly converging into a massive golden longsword.
Runes flickered and danced on the sword’s body, emitting a compelling aura that was both terrifying and thrilling.
"No! Please don’t!" Xuan Lingzi finally uttered a shout filled with extreme despair, the voice resonated with fear and unwillingness towards death.
He struggled desperately, attempting vainly to escape fate’s judgment, but his legs felt like they were filled with lead, firmly pinned to the ground, unable to move.
He could only watch helplessly as Xu Wendong wielded the golden longsword, advancing step by step, resolute and imposing, towards him.
Xu Wendong stood in front of Xuan Lingzi, looking down at him, devoid of even a shred of compassion, laden only with endless coldness and determination.
"Your monstrous crimes end today!"
Xuan Lingzi was panic-stricken, sweating profusely: "You can’t kill me, you can’t kill me, if you kill me, the Cultivator Association headquarters won’t let you off!"
"Do you think, that I am truly afraid of them?" Xu Wendong’s face showed a hint of disdain.
With that, he suddenly swung the golden longsword, the motion crisp and clean, without the slightest hesitation.
In an instant.
A brilliant sword light flashed, like the dawn breaking the darkness, and before everyone’s horrified eyes, Xuan Lingzi’s body was instantly split in two.
"Thud!"
Xuan Lingzi’s corpse fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a large cloud of dust.
The entire scene plunged into a deathly silence, everyone stunned by the shocking spectacle.
They looked at Xu Wendong, their hearts intertwined with awe and fear, yet more prominently stirred by Xu Wendong’s righteous power, surging with an indescribable fervor and excitement.
This man with the Ancient Sacred Body not only possessed terrifying strength beyond reach but harbored a fervent and passionate heart battling for justice.
Xu Wendong slowly turned, looking towards Shangguan Hong, who was already pale with fright, his cold face revealing a trace of a sinister smile: "Did you think I was joking when I said today I would take your head?"
Shangguan Hong scrambled backward, waving his hands frantically as if that could halt Xu Wendong’s advance.
His eyes were filled with fear and despair, his voice trembling, almost pleading amidst sobs: "Grandpa Xu, Mr. Xu, I’ve realized my mistake, I truly know I’m wrong!"
"Please show mercy this time, I’m willing to offer all my treasures to you, just spare my life."
While speaking, he frantically retrieved shining magical treasures and precious elixirs from his storage bag, scattering them all over.
Xu Wendong ignored it all, closing in step by step, each move tightening Shangguan Hong’s heart.
The surrounding air seemed frozen by Xu Wendong’s momentum, suffocatingly oppressive.
The watching cultivators held their breath, eyes fixated on the showdown about to conclude, fearing to miss any detail.
"Do you think these external possessions can wash away your sins?" Xu Wendong said coldly; his voice was like winter’s chilling wind, piercing and icy.
"You harmed innocents, committed countless evil deeds, today is your day of death!"
As soon as Xu Wendong finished speaking, he fiercely gleamed the golden longsword, eyes steely, pressing Shangguan Hong who was collapsing on the ground.
Shangguan Hong, terrified, frantically crawled backward, legs kicking wildly causing dust to fly, pleading incessantly in a voice distorted by fear.
Xu Wendong reached Shangguan Hong, suddenly raised the golden longsword high, the runes on the sword shining intensely.
The surrounding air, under the pull of the powerful force, stirred visible ripples to the naked eye.
"No—" Shangguan Hong screamed in despair.
Xu Wendong was unwavering, his eyes only held the judgment of evil and the pursuit of justice.
"Die!" Xu Wendong roared, his golden longsword wrapped in golden flames, striking down with unstoppable power like lightning, too fast to blink.
In that instant, a blaze of golden light flashed, immediately followed by a muffled sound.
Shangguan Hong’s body was split in two in an instant, blood gushing out, splattering onto the ground, tainting the soil dark red.
His eyes remained wide open, filled with fear and unwillingness, as his life force quickly dissipated.
Just then, from the air came a thunderous roar: "Young man, aren’t you being too arrogant?"
