I and Ye Yang had already become intent on killing, leaving no room for leeway in our attacks.

The three weapons assaulted Pang Gufang from three different angles.

The sharp sound of tearing through the air was like the wail of a ghost, streaks of cold lightning slashing across the sky with indescribable speed and ferocity.

However, Pang Gufang's strokes of her brush gave us a feeling of "oppression" and "restraint."

It was as if that brush could always press down on the edges and tips of our blades, preventing the inherent sharpness and power of our dual sabers and long sword from being unleashed, leaving us without a way to begin.

Over time, the force of mine and Ye Yang's attacks unconsciously weakened.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of anxiety.

In a contest between experts, aside from one's own cultivation, it all comes down to "qi" and "momentum."

Once one's killing intent and imposing manner are exhausted, they will be replaced by anxiety and fear.

Pang Gufang was precisely trying to deplete our momentum.

I called out to Ye Yang, "Send the signal, have everyone come over here. I refuse to believe that we can't wear her down with a war of attrition!"

Pang Gufang sneered and said, "You might as well put away your petty tricks!"

"Today, I am merely giving you a small lesson."

"I want to leave Ye Qianyang to the Emperor, to let the Emperor personally expose his true colors, and see what kind of person this so-called brother of his really is."

I deliberately sneered and said, "You won't live to see that day!"

Pang Gufang said disdainfully, "Your momentum will eventually come to an end, but my righteous qi is inexhaustible and never-ending."

"As long as there is still loyalty and righteousness in this world, I will be invincible!"

The opportunity I was waiting for finally arrived: "A fake Confucian like you dares to talk about loyalty and righteousness?"

"Since ancient times, who that has held the Emperor hostage to command the nobles has ever been worthy of the words loyalty and righteousness?"

Pang Gufang said sternly, "Shut up, don't use your mouth to defile Confucianism!"

I laughed and said, "Am I right or wrong? You'll know if you think about it yourself."

"In history, which loyal minister would interfere with the Emperor's marriage?"

"Changsun Wuji controlled the Emperor's marriage. He was a famous minister, but was he a loyal minister? That was a power game between him and the Emperor."

"The Ming Dynasty scholar-officials controlled the Emperor's family affairs. Were they loyal ministers? That was also a contest between the ruler and his subjects."

"Wei Zheng could offer advice on anything, but did he interfere in Li Shimin's family affairs?"

"From the moment a minister wants to control the Emperor, he has nothing to do with the word loyalty."

Pang Gufang roared, "I never wanted to control the Emperor!"

I laughed and said, "Then why did you interfere in the Emperor's family affairs? Forcing the Emperor to take concubines?"

"I am..." Pang Gufang should have had her reasons, but we wouldn't give her time to speak. Ye Yang took advantage of her momentary distraction and deflected Pang Gufang's Spring and Autumn Brush with his sword, the sword's edge brushing against the shaft of the brush and stabbing towards Pang Gufang's throat.

In the instant that Pang Gufang subconsciously dodged backwards, my dual sabers simultaneously pressed down on her shoulders.

As Pang Gufang's arms were simultaneously chopped off, Ye Yang's long sword pierced through her throat.

In the next instant, Ye Yang's long sword spun, and my dual sabers slashed out in succession, and in the blink of an eye, the opponent was dismembered into several pieces.

What burst out of Pang Gufang's body was not blood, but thick phosphorescent fire.

She had indeed cultivated herself into a demon spirit.

As I watched the other party's body gradually dissipate, Pang Gufang's head, which had not completely collapsed, coldly opened her mouth and said, "Ye Qianyang, the Emperor will know that you killed me."

"All of us have dark marks left by the Emperor on our bodies. When the Emperor returns, he will definitely see your true colors."

As soon as Pang Gufang finished speaking, I felt a burning pain in my wrist, and when I looked down, there was already a black mark on my wrist.

This was a tracking mark used in the art of magic!

It was a mark left by a sorcerer before death, at the cost of their soul being scattered, using the last bit of their original true spirit on their enemy.

Even if the enemy peeled off their own skin, this kind of thing could not be erased.

They could only wait to deal with the pursuit of the other party's relatives and friends.

Just as I was looking down at my hand, Ling and Zang Tianji both rushed over.

Without batting an eye, I put down my sleeve, pretending to sheathe my saber and put my hand behind my back: "Why are you here?"

Ling said with a serious expression, "Show me your hand!"

I laughed and said, "What's there to show?"

"My hand isn't good-looking anyway, what are you looking at it for?"

Zang Tianji also said, "Show us your hand! We're giving you face, don't pretend you don't care!"

Helpless, I could only take out my hand. Zang Tianji almost cried when she saw my hand: "Are you stupid! Pang Gufang wanted to provoke you, you could have just ignored her, and that would have been the end of it. She can't take us away, why did you run over to kill someone?"

I laughed and said, "It's okay, it's just a mark! Maybe I can wash it off when I get back."

As I was speaking, Ling flipped her hand and slapped the head of Pang Gufang that hadn't dissipated yet, and a stream of green fire instantly appeared on her arm. Zang Tianji was only stunned for a moment before also putting her hand on Ling's wrist.

I was so angry with them that I flew into a rage: "You just finished calling me stupid, and the two of you are being stupid now?"