Chapter 117

Their sect attire came from the Tai Sui Sect.

Just then, a white-haired elder stepped out from the neighboring Tai Sui residence, his face changing dramatically as he flashed over to the young disciples.

"What happened?!"

"Senior Brother Yun Yun Xinghai... he... was killed!" a male disciple covered in wounds said, his face pale with terror.

"It was done by Gong Sunhong of the Holy Gate!" another shouted urgently.

Upon hearing this, the white-haired elder's face changed abruptly, his eyes staring wide, filled with disbelief.

"Where?!" he strained to suppress the surging fury within, gritting his teeth as he pressed for an answer.

"Right nearby in the market!"

"Good! You take me to the scene immediately; the rest return quickly to the residence to report to the Grand Elder! Move fast!" the white-haired elder decisively gave the order.

"Yes, Seventh Elder!" the several wounded disciples replied in unison.

Immediately, the Seventh Elder of the Tai Sui Sect hurried to the market with one of the disciples.

Their conversation was overheard by the members of the Carefree Sect.

They all wore looks of shock.

"Yun Xinghai is actually dead?!" someone said in disbelief.

"Who is Yun Xinghai?" Yuan Yao, seeing her senior brothers and sisters with strange expressions, couldn't help but ask.

Xue Jin said: "Yun Xinghai is the grandson of the Grand Elder of the Tai Sui Sect and also a genius who ranked fourth on the previous sect competition's disciple rankings."

Xiao Lingwei frowned: "Gong Sunhong ranked third on the previous sect competition's disciple list; he has always been at odds with Yun Xinghai, and I never expected the two to fight privately at this time."

Yun Xinghai actually died?

At this moment, Sect Leader Zong's face grew solemn as she said, "Wuji, go check the situation."

Ying Wuji, hearing this, clasped his hands in assent.

"I'll go too." Yuan Yao also wanted to see for herself.

"Little Yao..." Sect Leader Zong frowned tightly, about to stop her, when she heard Ying Wuji's voice.

"Second Elder, I will watch over the little junior sister."

Having said that, Ying Wuji glanced at Yuan Yao.

Yuan Yao's heart leapt, and she quickly kept pace with Ying Wuji.

"I'll go too!" Cang Li was about to catch up when Sect Leader Zong grabbed him by the neck of fate; he turned to see her giving him a smile that was "loving to the point of horror."

"I'm not going." Cang Li said weakly, yet he still couldn't let go, watching the backs of Ying Wuji and Yuan Yao as they departed.

Lu Xiangxiang pondered, in her past life Gong Sunhong also killed Yun Xinghai...

As the Carefree Sect party took up residence in the inn.

Inside the neighboring Tai Sui residence, a group of people emerged, rushing hurriedly toward the market.

Now, the center of the market was surrounded by a large crowd.

"Xinghai!" As the Seventh Elder of the Tai Sui Sect arrived, he saw a young man lying dead in a pool of blood, his chest pierced by several swords, blood gushing from his mouth.

His eyes nearly burst as he rushed over and checked Yun Xinghai's pulse.

... He's dead!

The Seventh Elder of the Tai Sui Sect snapped his head up, his eyes fierce as he locked onto the yellow-clad youth standing not far away, snarling through clenched teeth: "Gong, Sun, Hong!"

The yellow-clad youth's face was pallid, stained with blood; his body bore several deep sword cuts down to the bone, his robes soaked red, his right hand gripping the sword hilt trembling uncontrollably.

He stared dazedly at Yun Xinghai's corpse, as if he couldn't believe he had actually killed him.

The Seventh Elder of the Tai Sui Sect suddenly flashed forward, swinging his sword at Gong Sunhong!

Boom!

Gong Sunhong instinctively raised his sword to block.

But his long sword was actually cut by the opponent, at the critical moment—

A dazzling blaze of white light suddenly flashed, instantly wrapping Gong Sunhong and yanking him backward at great speed.

In that instant, Gong Sunhong felt as if an invisible giant hand had seized him, flinging him backward involuntarily.

The Seventh Elder's face shifted slightly, his full fury directed toward the distance.

There stood a middle-aged woman in a white robe, lightly holding a long sash that coiled like a spirit snake around Gong Sunhong's waist—clearly the tool that had just saved his life.

The Seventh Elder roared in anger: "He Zhenzhen! You dare protect him! Hand him over!"

This middle-aged woman was the Third Elder of the Holy Gate—He Zhenzhen.

Her hair was neatly coiled, smooth and flawless; her visage was cold, her expression stern, giving off an aura of unspoken authority.

At this moment, she fixed the Seventh Elder of the Tai Sui Sect with an icy gaze, unafraid of his wrath.

She spoke solemnly: "Right and wrong can be judged after a thorough investigation; punishment can wait."

No sooner had her words fallen than a mighty, nearly terrifying pressure surged down from above.

He Zhenzhen's face changed in shock; she quickly grabbed Gong Sunhong and retreated backward.

Boom—

With a blast, the spot they had just occupied was instantly pierced by a sword, the ground cracking open, emitting an extremely dangerous aura.

The onlookers all felt uneasy due to this tremendous pressure.

When Ying Wuji and Yuan Yao arrived, they happened to witness this scene.

There stood a black-haired elder beside the blood pool where Yun Xinghai lay, his trembling hand reaching to touch Yun Xinghai's face.

Yun Xinghai had already breathed his last.

The black-haired elder suddenly let out a low chuckle from his throat, which sent chills down one's spine; he slowly lifted his head, revealing a face full of wrinkles, his murky eyes veined with blood, his gaze sinister, brimming with towering rage.

"Gong Sunhong!"

As the words fell, the air in the entire area seemed to stagnate.

Old man, I will make you pay with your life!

He roared, his figure moved, and with one palm he blasted open He Cunzhen, directly approaching Gongsun Hong, then he reached out and grabbed Gongsun Hong's neck.

Gongsun Hong is merely at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul Realm; he simply cannot withstand the attack of a mid-stage Spirit Transformation Realm expert.

The youth's throat bone was crushed, blood welled from the corner of his mouth, his eyes bulged, his face turned ferocious, and his hands and feet struggled.

The black-haired old man seemed intent on torturing him, and did not kill him outright!

He Cunzhen saw this, his face changed drastically.

She swiftly launched an attack, charging toward the black-haired old man.

In an instant——

Two Spirit Transformation Realm powerhouses had already begun fighting.

They forced the onlooking crowd to retreat repeatedly.

Ying Wuji pulled Yuan Yao back, hiding among the crowd.

Yuan Yao whispered, "Youngest Senior Brother, who do you think is right and wrong here?"

Ying Wuji's expression calm: "This is no longer a question of right or wrong, but of which side is stronger and thus holds the authority to speak."

Yuan Yao heard this, her heart gave a slight tremor.

She saw the yellow-clad youth being choked by the black-haired old man; the youth had utterly no strength to fight back, he was like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

Ying Wuji calmly said: "In the cultivation world there is no absolute fairness; only the strong can possess the right to dictate fairness."