Chapter 327

Just as he was about to speak.

But he saw Duan Siping speak first.

"Om Amitabha."

"Prince of the South, for the sake of our Dali Kingdom, you must endure this hardship."

His voice was not loud.

But it sent a shiver through Duan Zhengchun's entire body.

His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

He had never expected.

Faced with the pressure from the Yihua Palace.

The Ancestor had not even hesitated—decided to sacrifice him.

Even though the reason was to sacrifice one man to preserve the entire Dali Kingdom.

But he still could not accept it.

What filled him with the most helplessness was.

In this dire predicament, he had not the slightest way out.

Recalling this series of dramatic ups and downs.

For a moment.

His lips were filled with bitterness.

He let out a deep sigh.

He lowered his head as if resigned to fate.

Beside him.

Duan Yu and the Four Great Generals could not accept this outcome either.

But under Duan Siping's covert suppression.

Not even speaking was possible.

Not even a finger could move.

They could only stare with bulging, bloodshot eyes.

Their pupils were streaked with blood.

"Hmph!"

"Good for you!!"

Yao Yue let out a cold snort.

With a light flick of her wrist.

She struck Duan Zhengchun's chest with a palm from afar.

Then she did not even glance at him.

Together with Lian Xing, she floated away gracefully.

Puff!!!

A few breaths after the two women left.

Duan Zhengchun trembled all over.

A gush of old blood erupted from his mouth instantly.

His face turned deathly pale.

His aura immediately withered.

His eyes, once bright and piercing.

Gradually dimmed.

A few breaths later.

Not a trace of life remained.

"Om Amitabha, well done, well done."

"This matter is settled. Please all descend the mountain."

"From this day forward, my Zhao Tianlong Temple shall close its Shanmen and withdraw from worldly affairs."

A flicker of hatred passed through his eyes.

Duan Siping chanted a Buddhist mantra and spoke softly.

His tone was icy.

It made one involuntarily shiver.

"We apologize for the disturbance today. Farewell."

Having confirmed Duan Zhengchun's death.

The warrior groups bowed, then dispersed in small groups.

Five days later.

With the dissolution of the warrior groups.

The news of Duan Zhengchun's death swept across the entire Jiuzhou martial world like a hurricane.

Especially since the warrior groups had been battling the Zhao Tianlong Temple and gradually gaining the upper hand.

Then Duan Siping, the ancestral elder of the Duan clan, appeared on the scene.

He had forcefully intervened to protect Duan Zhengchun.

Yet was then coerced by the two mistresses of the Yihua Palace.

In the end, deterred by the Qinglong Society's threat, they could only helplessly watch Duan Zhengchun be killed.

Afterwards, they announced the sealing of Shanmen, cutting themselves off from worldly affairs.

The story was even embellished and retold in vivid detail.

Once this news broke.

The Nine Provinces trembled, followed by an uproar.

While countless martial artists clapped and cheered.

They were secretly shocked by the Qinglong Society's terror!

Even before this.

Through many past deeds, they had already grasped the Qinglong Society's exaggeration!

But at this moment.

They were still frightened by this news!

After all.

The Qinglong Society had given no warning whatsoever about going after Duan Zhengchun.

Nor had the Yihua Palace dragged out the Qinglong Society's banner.

Simply because the other side belonged to a subordinate force of the Qinglong Society.

Dali Kingdom held back, afraid to act.

From this, one could see.

Just how exaggerated this truly was!!

No matter how small, it was still a small nation!

Yet it was forced to reach such a state.

Even afterward sealing Shanmen and cutting off from worldly affairs.

This was more than just terrifying — it was simply terrifying!!!

After the shock.

The thoughts of countless sects and factions also began to stir.

Secretly, they started pondering ways to join the Qinglong Society.

Some optimistic ones.

Had even begun fantasizing about life after becoming a subordinate force of the Qinglong Society.

After all.

At the very least, they couldn't say for sure about anything else.