Chapter 935 - Clear Wind Paragon

“Grand Patriarch,” Ji Ruobing frowned slightly and said.

“As the saintess, you should have been the leader of the younger generation, setting an example.” Grand Patriarch said indifferently, “Now you actually fight duels in the Sacred Ground’s Immortal City over some trivial matters. What kind of conduct is this? Where is even a trace of the saintess’s demeanor?”

This Grand Patriarch wore a gray robe, holding a string of prayer beads, sitting cross-legged. Behind his head a golden wheel flashed, and an extremely powerful aura surged. It could be seen that although his true body had not descended, even just this remnant shadow already exerted an invisible pressure on many present.

Hearing Grand Patriarch’s words, Ji Ruobing had not yet had time to reply. Suddenly a laugh came from the side.

“Patriarch, you overstate it. It’s just conflicts between juniors, why make such a big deal of it?”

Everyone turned their heads again. They saw the void beside Grand Patriarch begin to shift. An elder in an ancient robe, with the bearing of an immortal, walked out of the void.

“Clear Wind Paragon,” seeing the newcomer, Grand Patriarch frowned slightly, calling out.

“You don’t even know the whole situation yet, Brother Grand. Why make a conclusion with one word?” Clear Wind Paragon said with a smile.

“Greetings, Patriarch,” Ji Ruobing looked at Clear Wind Paragon and greeted with a smile.

It was not hard to see that the Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground was divided into two factions. This Grand Patriarch should belong to the Holy Son’s side, while Clear Wind Paragon belonged to Ji Ruobing’s line.

“Bing’er, what exactly happened? You can speak of it now,” Clear Wind Paragon said with a smile.

“This Immortal City is one of the main cities of our Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground. As the Sacred Ground’s saintess, I think I have the authority to manage the city, don’t I?” Ji Ruobing replied. “I just happened to learn that this Hundred Pill Hall was originally an ordinary shop in the city. But some people within the Sacred Ground relied on their authority and tried to take it by force. Naturally, in order to maintain the Sacred Ground’s reputation, I intervened. I didn’t expect that someone had already become so lawless. When the conspiracy failed, he simply came openly to kill.”

While speaking, Ji Ruobing had been looking at Lu Changhen, and her meaning was already obvious.

“Lu Changhen, is that the truth?” Clear Wind Paragon looked at Lu Changhen, his tone faintly carrying pressure, and asked.

“So what if it is?” Lu Changhen raised his head, looking straight at Clear Wind Paragon, and replied. “Does Paragon intend to punish me for the sake of outsiders?”

“The Sacred Ground has its own rules. Whatever the punishment, I will report truthfully to the Sacred Lord,” Clear Wind Paragon said indifferently.

“In that case, then I’ll just kill them all,” Lu Changhen raised his hand, pointing his sword toward Xu Zimo and the others on the side.

He said, “After they’re dead, Paragon can then report to the Sacred Lord. Any punishment, I’ll accept and bear myself.”

Lu Changhen’s words were very straightforward, and also very arrogant. I know the Sacred Ground will punish me, but I will still kill them. It could also be understood that Lu Changhen simply didn’t care about the Sacred Ground’s punishment.

This was understandable. He, Lu Changhen, was a core disciple of the Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground, and also the Holy Son’s younger brother. As for Fan Luoyu and the others, they were nothing but insignificant ants. The Sacred Ground would never make him pay with his life for theirs.

Hearing Lu Changhen’s words, Clear Wind Paragon frowned slightly.

“You can protect them for a while, but can you protect them for a lifetime?” Lu Changhen looked at Ji Ruobing, smiling with disdain. “If you really have that resolve, I don’t mind either.”

“If you kill us, then you can forget about ever getting the Slaughter Emperor’s Imperial Mark,” Fan Luoyu looked at Lu Changhen, eyes filled with hatred as she said.

She knew, the man before her was the true culprit who had killed her father.

“Oh? So if I spare you, I can get the Imperial Mark?” Lu Changhen asked back.

Hearing Lu Changhen’s words, Fan Luoyu fell slightly silent.

“Clear Wind Paragon,” Grand Patriarch on the side looked at Clear Wind Paragon with a smile.

“Patriarch Grand, please speak,” Clear Wind Paragon replied.

“That Imperial Mark is extremely important to Changhen. And after all, Changhen is one of our Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground’s people,” Grand Patriarch said with a smile. “It wouldn’t be right to make things difficult for our Sacred Ground’s disciple over outsiders. If this Hundred Pill Hall is willing to hand over the Imperial Mark, then we let bygones be bygones. How about it?”

“The Imperial Mark belongs to others. Whatever is done must accord with the rules of the Immortal City,” Clear Wind Paragon said directly without even thinking. “And that Imperial Mark seems to be the Slaughter Emperor’s, doesn’t it?

You and I both know what kind of person the Slaughter Emperor was. If Lu Changhen walks the slaughter path to the end, in the end recognizing no kin, do you think the Sacred Ground still has any reason to nurture such a person?”

For Clear Wind Paragon or Ji Ruobing’s faction, needless to say about letting Lu Changhen obtain the Imperial Mark. They would rather he die as soon as possible. That way, the Holy Son’s side would lose much strength.

“Clear Wind Paragon, how about this,” Grand Patriarch looked at Clear Wind Paragon and continued. “This matter is Changhen’s personal affair. Our Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground must not interfere. You, I, and the Saintess all step back. Our Sacred Ground will no longer intervene. Let him resolve it himself, how about that?”

Hearing Grand Patriarch’s words, Clear Wind Paragon frowned slightly. This indeed left him with no grounds to refute. As long as Lu Changhen did not violate the rules, he could not say much.

Ji Ruobing originally wanted to object, but she glanced at Xu Zimo behind her. The corner of her mouth curved into a slight smile, and she nodded.

“I have already done all I could,” Ji Ruobing looked at Xu Zimo and said. “If you want to help Miss Fan, then the rest is up to you. This matter, our Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground will not intervene. Even if you kill Lu Changhen, it won’t matter.”

As she spoke, Ji Ruobing looked at Grand Patriarch and smiled. “Right, Patriarch?”

“That can be understood,” Grand Patriarch glanced at Lu Changhen, then nodded.

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As Ji Ruobing’s figure retreated, Lu Changhen stepped forward toward the group.

“I don’t want to repeat myself too many times,” Lu Changhen looked at Fan Luoyu and said. “The last time: where is the Imperial Mark?”

“You won’t get it,” Fan Luoyu replied calmly.

Though her voice was calm, Xu Zimo could still sense it. Her right hand was trembling slightly.

Fear was a reaction anyone would have. This was nothing strange, especially when death approached.

Hearing Fan Luoyu’s answer, Lu Changhen did not hesitate at all, directly slashing his sword at her head.

Under this immense pressure, Fan Luoyu couldn’t even move, let alone dodge.

With a “puff,” the sound rang out.

Everyone’s eyes focused. They saw Xu Zimo slowly extend his right hand, grabbing hold of the long sword that was about to strike.

“Why so violent?” Xu Zimo chuckled.

His right hand flicked lightly, and with a buzzing sound, the long sword began to shake.

Lu Changhen only felt a great force surge from the sword, his whole body sent flying backward.