A simple, ancient sword pierced through the eye socket, protruding from the back of the head.

The crimson blood hadn't even dripped from the sword's tip before it was engulfed by the karmic flames of the Red Lotus.

The white-browed elder's ferocious expression instantly became stiff and dull.

The light in his eyes rapidly faded, as if he had fallen into a daze.

The karmic flames of the Red Lotus continued to burn, seemingly close by, yet no heat could be felt.

Even with the host's death, the flames did not diminish, but instead, they further ignited,

Extending like a snake along the blade.

Li Ang released the hilt, casually unleashing a [Scatter Debris], sending the white-browed elder's corpse flying far away.

Using the propulsive force, he lightly landed on the ground, flicking his black cloak with ease.

If this Siemens' face were just a bit more handsome, it would surely capture countless hearts.

"Young Master! Calm down!"

Song Jie, swollen all over, desperately hugged Gongyang Han's body, crying out, "His sacrifice was to buy you time to escape!

You can't let his efforts be in vain for the sake of revenge!"

Let go of me!

Gongyang Han's face was ashen, the veins at the corners of his eyes bulging.

The white-browed elder had watched him grow up, and was both servant and teacher to him.

How could he not be enraged when his teacher was murdered before his very eyes?

But at this moment, his magical power was depleted, his subordinates were almost all dead,

Nearby was the unfathomable Siemens Daoren, and further away were the lurking Martial Virtue Guards...

"Let me go!"

Gongyang Han roared, trying to break free from Song Jie's restraints with all his might.

However, this fellow seemed to have taken the wrong medicine, his brute strength comparable to a demon's.

He squeezed Gongyang Han so hard that his ribs nearly broke, his eyes bloodshot, and he couldn't even catch his breath.

"No! I won't let go,"

Song Jie shouted righteously,

Fungal filaments had already grown under his eyelids, and his entire face was swollen like he'd been stung by poisonous bees. "If I let go of the Young Master, you will definitely rush up and fight Siemens Daoren to the death!

Even if it means sacrificing my life, I must protect you today!"

You'll die if you don't let go of me!

Gongyang Han was exasperated, striking Song Jie's waist with his elbow,

Taking advantage of the latter's slight loosening of his arms, he suddenly broke free,

Turning around and slamming a palm into Song Jie's face.

He had been忍受ing Song Jie for a long time, and now, striking out in anger,

He actually blasted Song Jie's entire head into pieces, personally ending the life of the last White Lotus follower with him.

Thump, thump.

Song Jie's headless body staggered back a few steps, swaying and kneeling on the ground.

His body continued to expand, and endless pale fungal filaments grew out of the pores all over his body, like a perfectly round dandelion.

Gongyang Han ignored Song Jie's corpse, while running the little mana left in him, resisting the fungal erosion in his body,

He reached into his arms,

Preparing to take out a secret treasure with extreme side effects, activate it, and allow him to escape from this underground palace.

As long as he could escape from here, he could ask his father, the Guardian Guangmu, for help, and bring thousands upon thousands of White Lotus elites to raze Luzhou City!

Make the Martial Virtue Guards, West Bureau, Siemens Daoren, all pay the price!!

Zheng—

The rain of crossbow bolts tore through the air, and several flying swords swept across the ground.

The Martial Virtue Guards in the distance saw Gongyang Han take out a wrinkled talisman, and without even reminding Siemens Daoren,

They hastily acted, wanting to stop Gongyang Han before he tore the talisman.

The ancient flying sword shattered layer after layer of barriers around the White Lotus Young Master, and the steel arrows pierced through Gongyang Han's body, causing him to spit out a mouthful of scarlet blood,

But a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

He firmly pinched the talisman with his palm, feeling the talisman's desire for crazed consumption,

He resolutely sent his magical power, energy, and even his future lifespan into it,

Little by little, slowly tearing open the cinnabar talisman...

"Young Master—"

A low, resentful voice suddenly rang out in front of him. Gongyang Han only felt a darkness before his eyes, and subconsciously looked up,

He saw a giant dandelion flying in front of him.

The headless Song Jie floated in the air, swollen like a balloon,

A low, hoarse voice came from the severed cross-section of his neck, "Where are you? Why can't I see you?"

Gongyang Han's scalp tingled, and regardless of the talisman's exploitation of his lifespan, he desperately tore open the talisman.

"Found you..."

Song Jie's floating body aimed his neck at the terrified Gongyang Han,

His hands pinched the White Lotus Young Master's wrists,

"So, you're here..."

Bang!

Song Jie suddenly exploded,

Flames soared into the sky, and the explosive shockwave directly blew away several flying swords swooping down, slamming them heavily against the stone wall, clanging to the ground, no longer moving.

Li Yushan and Yu Qingqiu in the distance barely opened their eyes, blinded by the bright light, and focused their gaze.

They only saw that Song Jie's original floating position was empty. The bluestone floor tiles below had disappeared, leaving a charred, sunken pit.

And that Gongyang Han... only a pair of charred calves remained standing in place.

The rest of his body was scattered somewhere in the underground palace.

The White Lotus Young Master, dead.

"Sigh,"

Siemens Daoren sighed and gently shook his head. "The bond between master and servant is truly touching.

Unfortunately, these White Lotus followers provoke war before battles, surrender during battles, ask for credit after battles, and engage in infighting when there are no battles.

Together they are a pile of dung, scattered they are a sky full of splatter.

Such a scattered group, with only enthusiasm, is destined to achieve nothing great."

He turned around, looked at Miss Chai, and said calmly, "Next, let's resolve the matter between us."