92: Chapter 92 The Soul Lamps Are All Extinguished! The Madness of the Heavenly Water Saint Lord and the Despair of the Simp!

Tianshui Holy Land, Main Sect Hall.

Holy Lord Tianshui had just walked out of the underground secret chamber with a look of smug satisfaction, calculating that if Hall Master Jin Erhe won, he would reap the benefits without lifting a finger.

If he lost, he would hand over that pair of wretched lovers inside to take the blame.

"I am truly a Genius; this move is absolutely brilliant."

He hummed a little tune, just preparing to go drink some spirit tea to calm his nerves.

Just then, an Elder who guarded the Soul Lamp Pavilion, a junior Disciple, came rushing over, scrambling and crawling, his face filled with the terror of someone whose parents had just died.

"Holy... Holy Lord! Something terrible has happened!"

"The sky has fallen, Holy Lord!"

Holy Lord Tianshui frowned and kicked him away: "What are you panicking about! Have you no decorum! Could that Hehuan Sect really turn the world upside down?"

That Elder ignored the pain, knelt on the ground, trembling like chaff, and roared with a crying voice:

"It's over! It's all over!"

"Just now... in the Soul Lamp Pavilion, the elite Disciples who went on the expedition with Hall Master Jin Erhe..."

"Their Soul Lamps... in an instant, all extinguished!"

Boom!

These few sentences were like thunder from the Nine Heavens, ruthlessly striking the top of Holy Lord Tianshui's head.

The teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter" and shattered into pieces.

"Completely... completely wiped out?"

"In an instant?"

Holy Lord Tianshui felt the world go black before his eyes, his legs went weak, and he collapsed directly beside the throne that symbolized power, his entire body feeling as if his spine had been ripped out.

Although he had made preparations for both outcomes, in his heart, he didn't actually believe Hall Master Jin Erhe would lose; it was just his cautious nature that made him prepare for the worst.

But even in his worst-case scenario, he never expected them to be killed in seconds!

That was Hall Master Jin Erhe at the Soul Transformation Middle Stage!

Those were the elite Demon Slaying Guards of the Righteous Path Alliance!

Even if they encountered an expert at the Soul Transformation Late Stage, they should be able to run if they couldn't win, right?

How could they be wiped out in an instant, along with the elite Disciples he sent out, as if they were ants being crushed to death?

"A devil... that Wang Yang is a devil..."

"He is at the Void Refinement Stage! He must be an expert at the Void Refinement Stage!"

Holy Lord Tianshui's teeth chattered, and an unprecedented despair engulfed him.

He had originally thought he could still resist a little, or negotiate.

Now it seemed that in front of that Hehuan Sect Master, Tianshui Holy Land was just a joke!

"Get down... get down..."

He waved his hand, his voice hoarse like an old man on his deathbed.

The Elder was so scared he quickly retreated, fearing that the Holy Lord would vent his anger on him.

A long time passed.

The fear in Holy Lord Tianshui's eyes gradually transformed into a kind of hysterical madness and brutality.

"It's all because of those two bitches..."

"If it weren't for those four disasters, Xie Yunzhou and Murong Xue, insisting on framing Ye Qingcheng, leading to offending that Devil Head, how could I have ended up in this state?!"

"It seems just handing them over isn't safe enough; I must punish them to show that Tianshui Holy Land was unaware!"

He stood up abruptly, his eyes blood-red, like a mad dog backed into a corner, and turned to rush back into the underground secret chamber.

...

Underground secret chamber.

Xie Yunzhou and Murong Xue were waiting anxiously for the judgment of their fate.

Bang!

The secret chamber door was kicked open heavily.

Holy Lord Tianshui rushed in with a hideous face, and without a word, his spiritual power turned into a long whip, and he lashed out at the two of them!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

"Ah! Holy Lord, spare us!"

"Stop hitting us! It hurts so much!"

Their cultivation had been Seal-ed, and at this moment, they were mere mortals; a few lashes left them bloody and mangled.

Xie Yunzhou looked at the bloodstains covering Murong Xue's snow-white skin, and his heart ached as if it were being stabbed by a knife.

Although he was a hypocrite, his obsession with Murong Xue was real.

He roared: "Holy Lord! One person does the deed, one person bears the responsibility!"

"I was the one who crippled Ye Qingcheng! I planned it!"

"Xue'er is innocent! She is just a weak woman!"

"If you want to hit someone, hit me! Don't hurt Xue'er!"

Watching this scene, Holy Lord Tianshui stopped the whip in his hand, laughing out of extreme anger, laughing until tears almost came out:

"Ha... Hahahaha!"

"Xie Yunzhou, oh Xie Yunzhou, you old dog, you really are a simp to the bone!"

"Innocent? A weak woman?"

"Open your dog eyes and see, is this the pure and flawless goddess in your heart?"

Holy Lord Tianshui grabbed Murong Xue's hair, pulled her out, and stared at her viciously:

"Murong Xue, if you don't want to die, you should know what to do, right?"

Murong Xue was scared out of her wits by this threat of death.

She looked at the demonic Holy Lord Tianshui, then glanced at Xie Yunzhou, who had been beaten half to death.

Without any hesitation.

She knelt at Holy Lord Tianshui's feet with a "thump," hugged his thigh, and a look of extreme servility and obsequiousness appeared on her face:

"Holy Lord... don't hit me... don't hit Xue'er..."

"Xue'er doesn't want to die... as long as Holy Lord doesn't kill me, I will do anything!"

As she spoke, she actually took the initiative to tear open her already damaged clothing, revealing a large area of snow-white skin, looking at the old man who had just been beating her with a flirtatious gaze:

"Holy Lord... Xue'er's skills are very good..."

"Senior Brother Zhao, Elder Chu, and the others all praised me... I can serve you... as long as you spare my life..."

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Xie Yunzhou, lying on the ground, was as stiff as if he had been struck by lightning.

He looked in disbelief at the woman kneeling on the ground, fawning and even actively soliciting favor.

Was this the "True Love" for whom he had not hesitated to ruin his most promising Disciple and bear eternal infamy?

Was this the "pure and flawless," "forced by circumstance" Xue'er he spoke of?

"Xue... Xue'er? What are you saying?"

Xie Yunzhou's voice trembled, as if his faith had collapsed.

"Shut up! You useless piece of trash!"

Murong Xue turned her head and spat at him with disgust:

"It's all your fault for being useless! You couldn't even finish off Ye Qingcheng properly, causing me to suffer like this now!"

"If you really loved me, don't get in the way of me serving the Holy Lord!"

"Pfft—!"

Xie Yunzhou was overcome with rage, spitting out a mouthful of blood three feet high, and his entire person instantly aged a thousand years, the light in his eyes completely extinguished.

To kill someone and destroy their heart! It was nothing more than this!

Holy Lord Tianshui looked at Xie Yunzhou's life-is-worse-than-death appearance, and the brutality in his heart was greatly satisfied.

He pressed down on Murong Xue's head, looked down at Xie Yunzhou, and showed a perverse pleasure on his face:

"Xie Yunzhou, look clearly."

"This is the kind of goods you got in exchange for giving up a peerless Prodigy like Ye Qingcheng!"

"I had such high hopes for you before; I didn't expect you to be so bewitched by such a slut who has been ridden by a thousand men that you can't even distinguish right from wrong!"

"Since you love her so much..."

Holy Lord Tianshui grinned grimly and began to unbuckle his belt:

"Then I will fulfill your wish today!"

"Let you see with your own eyes what your precious goddess looks like under another man!"

"No... don't..." Xie Yunzhou stretched out his hand in despair, wanting to stop it, but could only lie on the ground powerlessly.

And Murong Xue, in order to survive, had already impatiently pressed herself against him, even actively making pleasing sounds.

In the secret chamber, a nauseating, lewd sound soon rang out, accompanied by Xie Yunzhou's heart-wrenching wails, forming a scroll of Hell.

And Holy Lord Tianshui, while venting his fear of death, prayed frantically in his heart:

Oh Devil Head of the Hehuan Sect...

I have already prepared this "grand gift" for you!

I only ask that you spare my dog life, considering how sensible I am!