95: Chapter 95 Master? Sinful Fireworks

"Oh? Everyone's here."

A teasing voice, accompanied by the sound of a ringing sword, echoed faintly in everyone's ears.

Upon hearing this voice, the heavy stone that had been weighing on Huikong's heart finally settled.

A look of relief appeared on his face, and his entire demeanor relaxed significantly.

Because the person speaking had once withstood a single finger strike from the Emperor.

The newcomer was dressed in white, pristine and spotless, like a white cloud brushed by a gentle breeze—elegant and carefree.

The first impression he gave was one of simplicity and purity.

Although his appearance was ordinary, he possessed a pair of deep, starry eyes that seemed capable of piercing through all the fog in the world.

Subsequently, he straightened his sleeves, smiled, and cupped his hands in greeting toward the group.

"I am Sword Cultivator Jianxiuzi, greetings."

The First Emperor, suspended in the air, heard this and said disdainfully, "Hypocrite."

Sword Cultivator Jianxiuzi did not pay attention to the First Emperor's mockery; instead, he remained calm and composed, lightly pressing his thumb against the scabbard at his waist.

Suddenly, a flash of white light appeared.

A group of illusory souls slowly emerged.

Qin Xiaogan saw this, and his eyes narrowed sharply, like keen blades.

Because these souls were all his subordinates.

King of Nightmares—Wang Yi

Blood-Weeping King—Liu Han

Blade King—Xiao Heizi

Elder Qiu

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Sword Cultivator Jianxiuzi bowed and said to Qin Xiaogan with extreme respect.

"Apologies, Master. I truly couldn't bear to watch any longer, which is why I resorted to this drastic measure." His posture was humble, but his tone was filled with determination.

As soon as these words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze, and the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

Huikong kept his head lowered, his face calm and unruffled, as if he had expected this; he merely nodded slightly.

He pressed his palms together and sighed, "Only someone with such sincerity could cultivate the sword."

The First Emperor, however, was somewhat angry. He clenched his hands into fists, his chest heaving violently. He wanted to say something, but when the words reached his lips, he didn't know how to speak.

In the end, he could only glare indignantly at Sword Cultivator Jianxiuzi, his gaze seemingly capable of spitting fire.

This Sword Cultivator Jianxiuzi was truly worthy of his title; he was indeed quite sharp.

Among everyone present, it seemed only Qin Xiaogan was kept in the dark.

At this moment, Qin Xiaogan's pupils shrank slightly, and his brows furrowed tightly.

"Master?"

This old fellow has lived longer than him, right?

"Calling me Master?"

And at this moment.

Wang Yi's flickering soul emitted an extremely faint sound, a voice that seemed to come from the distant netherworld, carrying endless regret and reluctance.

"Master, your subordinate is incompetent and can no longer stand by your side."

"Master, I still think you look the coolest when you're watching TV at my place." Xiao Heizi's teasing and weak voice also slowly sounded, as if he had used his very last ounce of strength.

"Bullshit! Master, you were at your most manly when you stormed Heaven on Earth." Liu Han was like a contrarian; even while on the verge of death, he had to argue with Xiao Heizi.

Following that, Wang Yi's soul emitted a faint blue light, the radiance flickering in and out, as if she had exhausted all her strength to squeeze out that final bit of energy.

"Let us... offer one last salute for the birth of Emperor Qin."

Having said this.

A synchronized and firm voice rang out from all the lingering souls, piercing the clouds and shaking the hearts of all who heard it.

"Willing to offer our hearts for Emperor Qin."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed, all of them stunned by this spirit of facing death without fear.

Huikong's expression was compassionate, and he slowly said:

"Amitabha."

As soon as the words fell.

All the lingering souls of the Four Kings Pavilion self-destructed, leaving behind not a shred of power.

In that instant, time seemed to stand still, and powerful energy fluctuations spread in all directions.

Between heaven and earth, a brilliant flash of fireworks appeared, tragic and hauntingly beautiful.

The resplendent light illuminated the entire sky, yet it also signaled the passing of these souls.

Seeing this scene, Qin Xiaogan's expression remained calm, like a tranquil night sky, without a single ripple.

Only his right thumb trembled slightly, a subtle quiver like a faint spark flickering in the darkness.

Perhaps it was just affected by the aftermath of the explosion.

Or perhaps his humanity had not yet completely faded.

And in this explosion of souls, no one was injured, and no one even bothered to defend themselves.

Because it was too weak.

These members of the Four Kings Pavilion, who were already living on borrowed time, used the final warmth of their lives to let everyone witness a scene of sinful fireworks.

"Truly... breathtaking."