Chapter 2045: The Price the Seven Kill Divine Dynasty Ought to Pay

Many Sovereigns silently watched this blood-soaked imperial decree.

Even the Seven Kill Divine Dynasty's mortal enemy, the Limitless Sword Sovereign, felt at this moment that it had gone too far, far too much—after all, a glorious Eight Tribulation immortal sect, in a single misstep, had fallen to such a state.

Moreover, the procedure itself was not lawful.

In theory, such a decree could only be issued by the True Immortal.

Silence fell.

"Honored predecessors,"

"Are you willing to obey this decree?"

The Fusang Holy Maiden said with a faint smile.

The silence of the many Sovereigns was meant to show their stance, but she completely ignored it—utterly resolute, determined to purge the Seven Kill Divine Dynasty completely.

"……Yes!"

"Your Highness!"

After a long silence, the many Sovereigns bowed in salute.

They did not bother to correct the distinction between an empress decree and a True Immortal's decree, and simply acknowledged it as such.

The Seven Kill Divine Dynasty—treason!

Assassination of the True Immortal!

And the key point: they had failed.

Such crimes, if committed by themselves, would likewise provoke fury to the point of exterminating the entire sect. This had not crossed the political bottom line—it still fell within the rules.

"Honored predecessors, you truly are pillars of the realm!"

The Fusang Holy Maiden let out a breath of relief.

If these Sovereigns had been unwilling to carry it out, or even if only three immortal sects had opposed, she would have had no choice but to beg forgiveness from the Supreme Solar Heaven Palace, then imprison herself within the Palace to quell the Sovereigns' wrath.

With one layer of separation, both sides would still have room to buffer.

Although, the present actions would surely invite retribution in the future—the immortal sects that participated in this matter would have to pay a price.

The reality was, not a single one of the Eight Tribulation immortal sects raised a clear objection.

That was enough.

The moment the Empress's decree appeared and was acknowledged by the many Sovereigns, many terrifying things began to happen.

……

Seven Kill Divine Dynasty.

"No!"

"Spare me…"

"I never took part in this…"

One by one, the cultivators of the Seven Kill Divine Dynasty were dragged onto the execution platform, their heads severed by a single snow-bright great blade.

One by one, the cultivators of the Seven Kill Divine Dynasty wailed and screamed, but it was of no use at all—all of them were dragged onto the platform and beheaded.

Whether Heaven-Man Unity cultivators, Qi Refining cultivators, or even Sovereigns, at this moment there was no difference whatsoever; one after another they were beheaded, scarlet fresh blood flowing, covering the entire mountain gate of the Seven Kill Divine Dynasty.

The many Eight Tribulation Sovereigns, the Fusang Holy Maiden, and others watched indifferently, their expressions unchanged.

One after another Heaven-Man of the Seven Kill Divine Dynasty died, one after another Sovereign of the Seven Kill Divine Dynasty was beheaded, heads falling to the ground, then bathed in the Soul-Slaying Soul-Destroying Divine Light, so that even a Sovereign's divine soul could not revive—dying like pigs and dogs.

This scene sent a chill through the hearts of the cultivators of many immortal sects.

Even Sovereigns of immortal sects, at this moment, bowed their heads, not daring to harbor any malice in their hearts, afraid of being sensed by others and bringing upon themselves a terrifying doom.

The cultivators of the Seven Kill Divine Dynasty died one after another; this cold and slow beheading continued for several months without stopping.

In the end, a headless figure, along with two outstanding sword dao prodigies, were bound by Heaven Chains and dragged like pigs and dogs to the execution platform.

"Seven Kill…"

"Empty Kill…"

A stir ran through the Sword Sons and Dao Sons.

These two were unmistakably the Eight-Step Dao Son Seven Kill Sword Son and the Seven-Step Sword Son Empty Kill Sword Son—especially Empty Kill Sword Son, the latter being a core member of the Great Dream Sword World within the Time Rift, who had cooperated with everyone many times and fought shoulder to shoulder many times.

They had never imagined that because their Sovereign had taken one misstep—madly assassinating the True Immortal—in an instant they would fall to such a fate.

And then there was that headless terrifying figure.

An Eight Tribulation Sword Sovereign, bound by Heaven Chains, was forced step by step toward the execution platform, his divine soul and fleshly body both sealed, unable to struggle in the slightest.

"Old dog!"

"The foundations of the Liezulie Sect have been destroyed in your hands!"

"You are so incompetent—why did you have to harm us? You mongrel bastard! Old dog!"

All the cultivators of the Seven Kill Divine Dynasty stared with utmost resentful, venomous gazes, screaming venomous curses; the entire mountain gate of the Seven Kill Divine Dynasty was roaring, cursing this generation's Seven Kill Sword Lord.

"You old bastard!"

"What kind of Sword Lord are you!"

A grey-haired Sovereign of the Seven Kill Divine Dynasty roared toward the heavens, tears streaming down his face: "Incompetent as you are, why did you have to become our sect's Sword Lord! Back then, Master misjudged you!"

"You brought a great calamity upon the sect!"

One by one, the cultivators of the Seven Kill Divine Dynasty shrieked wretchedly, their venomous fury surging skyward, nearly coalescing into ghosts—if not for the sealing formation, at least a Seven-Step terrifying vengeful spirit would surely have been born.

The Seven Kill Sword Lord walked in silence, step by step, onto the execution platform.

"Your Majesty!"

"I know my crime! I know my crime!"

Suddenly, he went mad, struggling frantically, making the chains in the sky taut, and roared toward the heavens: "Your Highness! I am still of use!"

"Let me die in battle against the Divine-Demon Coalition!"

"I burn everything to fight to the death—at the very least, I can take one Eighth Tribulation Divine Dao Supreme or one Eighth Tribulation Immortal Clan Supreme with me on the battlefield! I can still earn merit!"

"Your Highness!"

He kowtowed toward the Holy Maiden of Fusang, letting out a shrill, anguished roar, blood streaming down like rain.

Wuji Sword Sovereign and the others all looked toward the Holy Maiden of Fusang.

Their hearts were moved; they hoped she would grant the Seven Killings Sword Lord's wish to die, not let him die here for nothing—at the very least, let him die on the battlefield, for that is the graveyard of sword cultivators.

Even though the Seven Killings Sword Lord had committed a grave error,

could even such a simple request not be granted?

Yet the Holy Maiden of Fusang's expression remained calm, as if she had not heard a thing.

Meeting the gazes of the surrounding Supremes, she said lightly: "Honored seniors, all the Eighth Tribulation Divine Dao Supremes of the alien races across the seven great star domains belong to His Majesty—they are His Majesty's wealth."

"His Majesty does not need anyone to snatch away his opponents."

"The Seven Killings traitor is not earning merit here—he is snatching away His Majesty's opponents!"

"Truly a wolf's wild ambition; his death is not to be lamented."

The Holy Maiden of Fusang said with disgust, her emotions clearly stirred.

The Seven Killings Sword Lord attempted to assassinate the Supreme Solar Sword Immortal!

What difference is that from attempting to assassinate her?

Once the Supreme Solar Sword Immortal dies, she too would die in an instant—the Seven Killings Sword Lord was trying to kill her!

If not for the surrounding Supremes watching, and the longer the night the more dreams there might be, she would even have wanted to dismember the Seven Killings Sword Lord piece by piece, torment him by the cruelest means, take revenge by the cruelest means, to warn all under heaven what may be done and what must never be done—not even to be tested.

"We… acknowledge our guilt!"

Wuji Sword Sovereign and the others were silent for a moment, then slowly bowed and offered no further suggestions.

At this moment, they were the seniors.

If they waited another several hundred thousand years, beneath the True Immortal they would be no more than ants.

A person should see themselves clearly, not be dazzled by momentary strength and thereby place themselves too high.

Since the Seven Killings dared to strike against the young True Immortal, this is the price he must pay—no need to feel pity for shared kind or anything of the sort; one can only accept this cold result.