wouldn't let herself be easily swayed by a single sentence. Saving the entire Saint Clan and their fate was too big, too heavy, and the proposition was too grand and distant.The strength of the Holy...These cunning old foxes! Each one more insidious than the last, each one more adept at hiding!

Jiang Wang felt resentment in her heart.

At this moment, he was curled up against the side door, but his eyes were fixed on the grand hall.

So he could clearly see, on the ground, Tian Yong's body, had stood up.

What's up

Feigning death

Or is it another corpse, reanimated into a zombie

But his voice was loud and powerful.

With a roar of "He deserves death, his heart is to be punished!", the corpse-like features on his body gradually faded away.

The stiff flesh regained its softness, the bluish-black faded, and blood flowed back in.

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The heart beats, and the blood flows.

In the blink of an eye, Tian Yong transformed from a corpse back to the appearance that Jiang Wang had seen when he first entered the hall!

Just as Tian Yong retreated from his corpse state and spoke, the long-coated zombie immediately turned around, charging towards him at high speed. Its nails grew, aiming a blow at his head.

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But Tian Yong was faster. Just as the long-robed zombie turned around, his hand was already pressed against Zhao Fangyuan's head.

He chose to strike when Zhao Fangyuan was manipulating zombies to kill Lian Que because he wanted to create a time difference, catching Zhao Fangyuan off guard.

The long-robed zombie stopped halfway.

Zhao Fangyuan looked at Tian Yong in terror: "Who else has refined corpses No, you're not a zombie!"

He quickly reacted: "The encroaching killing intent is your pawn's doing, all of this was your plan!"

A dull thud.

At first, Zhao Fangyuan's head didn't seem unusual. But after a while, blood started flowing from her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

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My entire head was

a jumbled mess.

Tian Yong glanced at his half-formed seal, which dispersed in an instant. He smiled disdainfully.

Zhao Fangyuan, of course, was skilled at performing, but Tian Yong wasn't a foolish idiot.

From the beginning, he was faking his death.

No. He truly died once.

For if he were not truly dead, he could not have fooled Dongwanggu's Ji Xiu. The Nine Deaths Poison cast by Ji Xiu using his body as a medium would not have been successful otherwise.

He used some means to make himself truly "die" once, and then resurrected at that moment.

Because he had truly died before, the Nine Deaths Poison had no effect on him.

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...and the only truth is that he was the one who laid the murderous plot and used insidious means.

He entered the Fourth Heavenly Dragon Palace second. The first thing he thought of was a plan: to coax Jiang Wang to search in a side hall. While she was distracted, he secretly engraved most of the formation patterns back here.

Once all the cultivators in the Dragon Palace had assembled and he confirmed that no one else was coming, he guided them to different locations to search using the same tactic.

And he himself turned back to the main hall, drawing the last stroke of the formation, then with a scream drew everyone back into the main hall, directly escaping death.

His death itself was the biggest frame-up against Lian Que. All that remained was to wait for the contenders in Longgong to kill each other off.

Everyone was killing each other in a frenzy, but he came back "to life" in the end and cleaned up the mess. With ease, he reaped the rewards of victory.

This is all of his planning.

And now, he has succeeded.

Although the process was somewhat bumpy, all the opponents participating in the Tianfu Secret Realm competition were formidable.

But the final outcome was still as he had predicted.

He was almost successful.

The reason it is only "almost" is because there is still Wang Jiang.

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After killing Zhao Fangyuan, Tian Yong wasted no time. He wiped across Zhao Fangyuan's blood-stained face, coagulating the blood into an arrow, and with a flick of his hand, shot it straight at Lian Que.

With this sudden change, the blood on Lian Que's face had surged back to his lips. But at this moment, when the Blood Arrow struck, he could only temporarily halt his battle with Death Qi and shift his body slightly to avoid a fatal blow.

A blood arrow pierced his abdomen, and the stench of death rose again to his nostrils.

But the sparrow didn't even let out a cry of pain, it just stubbornly continued to fight against the dead air.

From Ji Xiu to Zhao Fangyuan, then to Tian Yong. Blood and death qi on his face were constantly vying with each other, pushing back and forth. Every time a glimmer of hope emerged, it was immediately extinguished.

If anyone else were in this situation, they would have surely given up by now.

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But the sparrow had no intention of giving up at all. He seemed to have no idea what it meant to give up.

And just as Tian Yong was delivering the killing blow, Lian Que was struggling for his life. At that moment, Jiang Wang rose like a leaping dragon, instantly crossing half the distance of the great hall and smashing his fist down onto her head.

This is completely beyond Tian Yong's imagination.

Because if Jiang Wang still had the strength to fight, why didn't he make a move any of those times before

When Tian Yong cautiously supplemented his attack on his opponent, he subconsciously chose a lean sparrow first. This was precisely because of his judgment of the situation.

The more intelligent a person is, the more they believe in themselves.

That is the confidence accumulated from countless correct answers and countless victories.

> Now this confidence has hurt him.

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Tian Yong turned around and threw a punch, meeting the other's fist with his own.

However, halfway through the punch, Jiang Wang had already transformed his fist into a palm. In the center of his palm, a flame flower bloomed.

Jiang Wang, with his powerful ability to remain airborne, hovered in mid-air. His blazing fist shot out and collided with Tian Yong's fist.

The entire fist was blown away.

In Tian Yong's barely suppressed cry of pain, Jiang Wang's palm finally fell again.

Tian Yong gritted his teeth and struck back with his remaining left hand.

Jiang Wang's hand retracted slightly, dodging the heaviest part of the punch before reaching forward again and grabbing it. With a twist of his wrist, he tightened his grip!

Tian Yong's entire left arm, starting from the fist that was about to connect with Jiang Wang, exploded with muscles and blood vessels spiraling in reverse.

Bones crack.

And Jiang Wang took the opportunity, pulling him close and bringing his knee up to strike.

This knee strike directly sent Tian Yong's entire body flying, launching him high into the air and slamming him against a pillar.

Jiang Wang was flying backwards in the air.

Tian Yongcai slid down the pillar, his entire five viscera and six bowels were shattered by this knee strike, dying beyond death.

It's a pity that all his knowledge, the secret techniques of the Oze clan, even his ability to manipulate killing intent, couldn't be used in time.

To talk about full combat strength, compared to Tian Yong who paid a huge price to fake his death and resurrect, Jiang Wang is the one who maintained the most complete combat effectiveness throughout the entire match!

Tian Yong was wrong about only one thing today, a person.

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And this, was his cause of death.

Jiang Wang stood alone in the independent hall. At this time, all the other cultivators who had participated in the struggle for this Dragon Palace were dead, leaving only a dying Lian Que lying on the ground, struggling weakly.

As long as he is killed, the divine power and inner energy will be within our grasp.

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It would be easy to kill him, not even needing a sword, just a single bloom of flame would suffice.

But Jiang Wang didn't even glance at him, instead re-searching the hall... Of course, it wasn't searching for corpses, the main purpose was to find clues about divine abilities, afraid that he had missed something.

All the cultivators who participated in the Tianfu Secret Realm must have valuable treasures on them. They are just restricted by the rules of the Tianfu Secret Realm and cannot use them. Any remains left behind by any cultivator would be enough to make Jiang Wang rich overnight.

But he couldn't take any of them.

Although one forgets everything from the Heavenly Treasure Secret Realm, those "relics" are undeniably real.

Whatever he took, represented the person he had killed. Others wouldn't even give him a chance to explain.

Even within the Tianfu Secret Realm, wanton slaughter was accepted. However, once they left the Tianfu Secret Realm, no one would admit it.

Because the country needs rules, humans need rules, this world needs rules.

Jiang Wang didn't make a move, but Lian Que couldn't help but speak first.

"Aren't you going to kill me yet"

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At this point, the lethal energy had been pressed down to below his neck, so he could probably manage a few more words.

Jiang Wang was examining the pattern on a folding screen, trying to uncover some hidden secret, and casually asked, "If you didn't want to kill me, why would I kill you"

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But the sparrow was taken aback for a moment, then as if insulted, angrily shouted: "At this time, in this place, what's with all the pretense of kindness! If you want to kill, just do it. I wouldn't even frown if you did. Don't use any cruel torture tactics!"

“Torturous means What do you mean” Jiang Wang’s eyes were practically glued to the Shenlong painting, but he still hadn't found any clues.

"Peeling Cramping Starting from your toes, slow-roasted over a low fire Planting grass in your nostrils"

Every word he spoke caused the quail's eyes to widen a little more.

Even on faces contorted in the struggle between blood and death, a third color emerged: a ghastly white.

>y years, he's only done one thing: observe the Tian family.Under the pretense of seclusion, I remain hidden, observing things firsthand without relying on others.On the twenty-first day of the seventh...