290: Chapter 290 Xuanjing Division

"What on earth are those things?!"

"Stop them!"

Chaos immediately erupted in the courtyard.

The other Disciples were caught off guard, scrambling to deal with their two "demonized" fellow Disciples.

Although they quickly knocked the two unconscious, their formation was already in disarray.

"Vile beast, seek death!"

Seeing this, Qiu Qianchuan slashed out a cold gleam with the blade in his left hand, aiming straight for the Dragon Ape!

He wanted to completely slaughter this beast that had repeatedly ruined his plans!

"Little Dragon!"

Ye Tian forced up a breath of Origin Qi, and ignoring his injuries, he swung the liuguang sword, channeling the power of the ancient sword pill to slash at Qiu Qianchuan's blade light, attempting to block this strike for the Dragon Ape!

“Puff!”

Already heavily injured, Ye Tian spat out blood again as he was sent flying backward; the liuguang sword gave a loud "crack" and snapped completely into two pieces!

And while Qiu Qianchuan's blade light was hindered slightly, its remaining force still slashed into the Dragon Ape's body!

“Puchī!”

A massive wound was carved across the Dragon Ape's chest, and golden blood gushed out. It let out a mournful cry of pain and crashed to the ground, its eyes quickly dimming as it fell unconscious again, its life or death unknown.

"Hmph, a deathbed struggle."

Ling Juexiao snorted coldly, appearing very dissatisfied with this minor interlude.

He raised a hand and waved it, and a surge of even more powerful Origin Qi transformed into shackles, binding the heavily injured Ye Tian where he lay on the ground.

Simultaneously, several Disciples stepped forward quickly, using those specially made Spirit-Suppressing Chains to firmly lock up Ye Tian and the unconscious Dragon Ape.

"Take them out to the execution platform!"

Ling Juexiao flicked his sleeves and turned around.

Qiu Qianchuan sheathed his blade, a look of pleasure on his Face. He walked up to Ye Tian and kicked him: "Little bastard, weren't you quite good at running?

Weren't you quite arrogant?

The grudge of my severed arm and the hatred for my mountain shattering blade—I'll have you repay them tenfold in a moment!

And as for you, beast, I'll skin you, pull out your tendons, and use your demon core to refine medicine; it'll be perfect for replenishing my depleted Origin Qi!

Hahahahaha!"

Ye Tian was dragged up and, along with the dying Xiao Jie and the unconscious, near-death Dragon Ape, was escorted toward the execution platform in the villa's front courtyard.

Along the way, countless Disciples of the Wanren Sword Pavilion cast cold, gloating gazes upon them.

At Lijian Villa, atop the execution platform.

Dozens of Wanren Sword Pavilion Disciples stood solemnly with swords in hand, their expressions stern, keeping the crowd of onlookers a hundred paces away.

Below the platform, people craned their necks and whispered, all eyes fixed on the center of the stage.

Ye Tian, Xiao Jie, and the unconscious Dragon Ape were bound by Spirit-Suppressing Chains to three wooden stakes in the middle of the execution platform.

The runes glowing on the chains were continuously draining the power from their bodies, making them grow weaker and weaker.

With the blood at the corners of his mouth still wet, Ye Tian scanned the crowd below, his gaze finally settling on the two men seated at the front of the platform.

Ling Juexiao sat high in the main seat, several cups of clear tea set before him, his expression indifferent.

Qiu Qianchuan sat in a side seat, his left hand gripping a short bone-carving knife, his gaze like a snake's as it scanned back and forth over Ye Tian and the Dragon Ape, seemingly considering where it would be more "interesting" to start cutting.

"The hour of three quarters past noon approaches."

Ling Juexiao set down his teacup and announced, and the crowd below instantly fell silent. "Ye Tian, an outcast of the Liuli Xuan Sect, conspired with the Demonic Path, harmed his fellow Disciples, and stole a precious Legacy treasure of my Wanren Sword Pavilion. His crimes are heinous. Today, justice shall be carried out here as a warning to others.

His accomplice, Xiao Jie, harbored a criminal and is guilty by association.

His demon pet has harmed living beings and shall be executed alongside them."

He paused, his gaze falling on Ye Tian: "Ye Tian, this Pavilion Master will give you one last chance.

Hand over the ancient sword pill and confess the Legacy you obtained in the Dragon Slaying Abyss, and I can spare your Junior Brother and demon pet the agony of death by a thousand cuts, granting you all a swift end.

Otherwise..."

His eyes turned cold. "I'm sure you wouldn't want your Junior Brother to personally experience Deacon Qiu's 'thousand cuts' technique."

Qiu Qianchuan cooperatively raised the short knife in his hand, licked his lips, and let out a "hehe" sound.

Xiao Jie, tied to the wooden stake, heard Ling Juexiao's words and his body trembled with fear, but he still struggled to raise his head, looking at Ye Tian and shouting: "Senior Brother!

Don't listen to them!

Even if you give them the things, we'll still die!

It's my fault for being useless and dragging you and Big Brother Dragon Ape down!"

"Little bastard, still stubborn!"

A Sword Pavilion Disciple guarding nearby fiercely slapped Xiao Jie across the Face, causing the corner of his mouth to split and blood to flow freely.

Watching this scene, fury surged in Ye Tian's chest as he tried to break free from the chains.

But the suppression of the Spirit-Suppressing Chains was extremely strong; the Origin Qi in his body circulated with great difficulty, and the ancient sword pill was also isolated by a special power, making it hard to communicate with.

"Ling Juexiao,"

Ye Tian spoke up, "You keep saying I stole the Sword Pavilion's treasure and conspired with the Demonic Path—where is the evidence?

Is it just based on your word?

Or is it based on your collusion with that group of Shadow Calamity Tower rats who can't stand the light?"

"Presumptuous!"

"Audacious rogue!"

Several Sword Pavilion Elders and Disciples below the platform shouted in anger.

Ling Juexiao's Face darkened slightly, and the chill in his eyes intensified: "Death is at hand, yet you still insist on being sharp-tongued.

Why should this Pavilion Master need to explain his actions to you?

In this world, strength is respected.

Today you are the meat and I am the cleaver; that is the greatest evidence and logic."

"What a fine 'strength is respected'!"

Ye Tian sneered, "Then what are you all waiting for?

Just do it.

Using such lowly methods, using my Junior Brother's life as a threat—is this the 'strength' and 'logic' of your Wanren Sword Pavilion and you, great Pavilion Master Ling?

Truly laughable!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a commotion broke out among the crowd below.

Many Loose Cultivators who were originally just there for the spectacle showed looks of disapproval on their Faces.

What the Wanren Sword Pavilion was doing today was indeed somewhat beneath them.

Killing intent flashed in Ling Juexiao's eyes; he knew he couldn't let Ye Tian continue speaking.

"Stubborn and foolish!

In that case, this Pavilion Master shall grant your wish!

Deacon Qiu, carry out the execution!

Start with the little one first, and let his Senior Brother watch closely!"

"I've been waiting for this!"

Qiu Qianchuan gave a sinister laugh and stood up abruptly, holding his bone-carving knife as he walked toward Xiao Jie step by step.

He walked very slowly, enjoying the process of applying psychological pressure.

"Little monkey, don't be afraid, Grandpa Qiu's knife is very fast.

The first cut—we'll start from your Face, peeling off this skin so your Senior Brother can see exactly what his Junior Brother looks like without a Face..."

Xiao Jie squeezed his eyes shut, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes.

Below the platform, some soft-hearted female cultivators or young people turned their heads away, unable to bear the sight.

Ye Tian's pupils shrank, his heart leaping into his throat!

"Stop!"

However, just then, a thunderous shout came from within the villa—it wasn't Ye Tian's voice!

A figure was seen rushing onto the execution platform in a somewhat disheveled state; it was actually the Young Lord of Wanren Sword Pavilion, Ling Jianming!

His Face was somewhat pale and his aura was unstable, clearly not having recovered from his previous injuries. He quickly walked to Ling Juexiao's side and said urgently: "Father!

Just now, Lord Leng Wenzhou of the Xuanjing Division sent a message saying the City Lord has ordered that within the territory of Yunni City, any public execution must have conclusive evidence and be reported. We are to suspend the execution; he wants to be present personally to witness it!"

Ling Juexiao frowned, displeasure in his eyes.

For Leng Wenzhou to step in at this time, he clearly wanted a piece of the pie or had some other scheme.

But he couldn't completely ignore the City Lord's Manor's Face.

Upon hearing this, Qiu Qianchuan's movements also paused, and an impatient look appeared on his Face: "Pavilion Master Ling, long nights lead to many dreams!

To hell with the Xuanjing Division, let's get the things first!"

Ling Juexiao pondered for a moment, looking at the crowd gathering below, weighing his options.

Leng Wenzhou represented the City Lord's Manor. If he forced the execution now, not only would he offend the City Lord's Manor, but it would also inevitably leave him open to criticism.

Since Ye Tian was already a turtle in a jar, waiting a little longer wouldn't hurt.

It was also a good opportunity to let those forces lurking in the shadows see the consequences of defying his Wanren Sword Pavilion!

"Very well, we shall wait a moment for Deputy Commander Leng."

Ling Juexiao waved his hand and said to Qiu Qianchuan, "Deacon Qiu, come back for now.

I doubt they can play any tricks."

Although Qiu Qianchuan was unwilling, he could only resentfully retract his short knife. He glared at Ye Tian and Xiao Jie, turned back to his seat, and cursed under his breath: "What bad luck!"

This sudden turn of events caused the atmosphere to relax slightly.

Having survived a brush with death, Xiao Jie gasped for breath, cold sweat already covering his entire body.

Ye Tian's mind, however, was racing with thoughts.

The arrival of the Xuanjing Division might be an opportunity!

But it could also be an even greater danger!

Leng Wenzhou's attitude was ambiguous, and his motives were unclear.