Meanwhile, the number of spectators surrounding the massive canyon was swelling to an intimidating degree. The atmosphere buzzed with noise and commotion.It seemed as if all the residents of Xi’an—a city steeped in a thousand years of history—were converging on the site.


    From beggars clad in rags to merchants in opulent robes, people of every social class gathered on the surrounding peaks. Some arrived in carriages or sedan chairs, draped in silk, exuding an air of luxury.


    It was a rare spectacle, the culmination of a grand conflict.


    Among them were martial artists from the Jianghu, eager to observe. They stood with arms crossed on tree branches, balanced lightly, or perched against the rocky canyon walls, using their footwork techniques to cling to the vertical surfaces.


    "The stakes in Shaanxi are firmly entrenched in this battle. Are the identities of those people still unknown?"


    "That sword technique that emits light… Could it be from the Tianji Gate of the Thirteen Heavens? Or perhaps the elite disciples of that bloodline that only accepts purebloods…"


    "Will the sect leaders actually die here? How long has it been since we’ve seen these monstrous demonic leaders gathered in one place? They’ve all got unique techniques for escaping death, after all."


    Their voices were loud, a cacophony of speculation.


    "Pointless," Wi Il-hwa murmured from a distance. She was watching Jeong Yeon-shin, who had placed his hand on one of Gisoseul’s Sage Sword threads.


    It wasn’t a sneer. Her expression didn’t betray mockery.


    "Did you think we wouldn’t anticipate a duel of life and death between the leaders? Beyond the display of martial strength, our goal was to demonstrate the power of the Seven Sect Leaders of Xi’an to the entire world. The sudden death of the Sword Demon Sect Leader is insignificant in comparison."


    Her voice carried a faint note of satisfaction. Seeing the leader of the force that had once cast her into the depths of despair focus on something so trivial was pleasing to her.


    The combined assault of the sect leaders had fully encircled the area, their formation complete. Wi Il-hwa’s smile deepened.


    She deliberately smiled, determined to revel in the downfall of her adversary, no matter the form it took.


    "You, outsider. Even in death, you won’t escape retribution."


    In the demonic factions, a sect with its leader still alive would never crumble. The leader embodied the sect itself.


    The Seven Sect Leaders of Xi’an would never relinquish their power. S~ea??h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Ssss—


    The dense threads of the Sage Sword net woven by Gisoseul cut through the wind, brimming with the intent of the sect leaders.


    The sharp web that surrounded Jeong Yeon-shin from above and below was as oppressive as the desperate obsession of starving demonic practitioners. It was meticulously arranged.


    Bu Jowei and Baek Mu-ryang, positioned on either side, had already prepared their next strikes. Meanwhile, Gang Mu-jeong, stationed at the rear, had gathered her fists for the decisive technique of the Chukjin Thunderous Wave.


    Their postures were resolute, their robes fluttering in the wind, exuding the dignity of sect leaders.


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