115: Chapter 115 The Imperial Preceptor's Bloodshed Severes the Imperial Lineage; The Remnant General Bows and Enters the Heavenly Demon Realm

"Prince Zhenbei, it seems you still haven't grasped the current situation."

Jiang Baigui stopped in his tracks, his expression cold and hard as iron.

His washed-out green robe fluttered violently under the agitation of his True Qi.

The righteous Qi swirling around his body forced back all the blood-evil aura attempting to draw near.

"You colluded with feudal lords, raised an army in rebellion, and plunged the common people of the Northwest into the flames of war.

The crimes you have committed are long since intolerable under the Laws of Yankang.

The Imperial Clan Court cannot protect you, and that meager drop of royal Bloodline in your veins is certainly not your get-out-of-jail-free card."

Jiang Baigui lightly clenched his right hand in the Void Realm, and the righteous Qi filling the hall instantly converged, transforming into a three-foot-long green sword radiating a blinding light.

On the blade, intricate characters of Yankang Law faintly flowed, exuding an inviolable, majestic heavenly might.

"Today, I, Jiang, act on behalf of the Laws of Yankang to execute justice against rebels.

This sword strike is for the innocent commoners who died in the rebellion in the capital, and also for the eternal peace of the Yankang Kingdom!"

"No! I still have an army of three hundred thousand! It is impossible for me to die here!"

Prince Zhenbei let out a desperate roar, his features completely distorted by fear and rage.

He bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, not hesitating to burn a century of his life's Foundation, frantically injecting all his vital blood into the diamond-encrusted sword in his hand.

"Blood Python Swallows the Heaven!"

With a shrill roar, the sword in Prince Zhenbei's hand transformed into a blood-red sword beam dozens of zhang long, reeking of a foul, fishy stench.

A lifelike, enormous phantom of a blood python emerged behind him, opening its bloody maw.

With the madness of mutual destruction, it slashed down towards Jiang Baigui.

Facing the desperate counterattack of a cornered beast, Jiang Baigui did not even blink.

"Sever."

Jiang Baigui softly spat out a single word.

The green sword transformed into a streak of light, thrusting straight out at a tricky angle that ignored the obstacles of space.

There was no grand momentum, no dazzling explosion, only the ultimate control over Law by a Confucian Great Grandmaster.

That sword strike was like a hot knife cutting through melting snow, instantly piercing through the sky-high aura of the blood python phantom.

The blood-red light filling the hall shattered inch by inch before the green sword's edge, like an illusion.

Prince Zhenbei did not even see the trajectory of the sword light before he felt a chill at his throat.

He widened his eyes, his hands holding the sword high frozen in mid-air.

He clutched his neck tightly, but could not block the crimson blood spraying out from between his fingers.

This prince, who once held power over the imperial court and ran rampant in the Northwest, let out a strange "gurgling" sound from his throat, the vitality in his eyes receding like a tide.

His knees gave way, and he fell heavily to his knees before Jiang Baigui, finally collapsing powerlessly onto the cold floor tiles, becoming a corpse with eyes wide open in death.

Fresh blood stained the ironwood floor of the palace, and completely extinguished the last shred of hope in the hearts of all the rebels in the hall.

The Grand Preceptor slit the throat with a single sword, shedding blood to sever the imperial Bloodline!

"The Prince... The Prince is dead!"

"Run! Run quickly!"

Witnessing Prince Zhenbei being slain by a single sword strike, the remaining dozen or so Grandmasters and fierce generals, who were still being unilaterally slaughtered by Ye Xiu, completely collapsed.

Their Battle Intent instantly disintegrated; disregarding face or wealth, they turned and fled outside the main hall.

"Did I say you could leave?"

Ye Xiu sneered, hanging the purple-red wine gourd at his waist.

He stomped his right foot hard on the ground, and the terrifying Qi and blood of the Nine Transformations of Dragonization instantly exploded into a visible circle of golden shockwaves beneath his feet.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

Those rebel generals and unorthodox Grandmasters who had just reached the entrance of the hall seemed to crash into an invisible wall of sighs.

They were blasted flying back, crashing heavily into the center of the hall, vomiting blood repeatedly.

Ye Xiu stepped over the debris covering the floor and slowly walked to the shattered entrance of the hall.

He faced the dark mass of the three hundred thousand-strong Northwest army, whose morale was beginning to scatter because their commander had fallen.

"Clang!"

Ye Xiu drew a long saber he had seized and tossed it casually.

The saber transformed into a streak of light, precisely embedding itself into the military platform outside the palace gate, the hilt vibrating with a humming sound.

In his heterochromatic gold and silver eyes, a violent, tangible killing intent erupted.

"Prince Zhenbei has been executed! If anyone else wants to be buried with this rebel, take one step forward, and Sect Leader will grant your wish!"

Ye Xiu's voice, carried by his True Qi, was like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens, clearly spreading throughout the entire Northwest military camp.

The army of three hundred thousand was deathly silent.

The row of heavy cavalry at the very front looked at the aloof youth in white, feeling the oppressive force akin to an ancient Vicious Beast.

Their hands holding their weapons were trembling uncontrollably.

Not a single person dared to take even half a step forward.

Jiang Baigui put away his green Qi sword and walked slowly to Ye Xiu's side.

He glanced at the trembling army below, sank his Qi to his Dantian, and announced loudly:

"The chief culprit has been executed; the rest of you were merely following blindly, and the imperial court can let bygones be bygones.

Everyone, drop your weapons, retreat to the camp, and wait for the imperial court to send officials to take over.

If anyone dares to use this opportunity to mutiny or plunder the common people, you will be treated as traitors and executed without mercy!"

Following the Grand Preceptor's issuance of the pardon on behalf of the imperial court, "Clang!"

An officer in the front row was the first to throw down the spear in his hand.

Immediately after, like falling dominoes, the sound of weapons hitting the ground rang out in unison, like a storm of metal.

The three hundred thousand cavalry of the Northwest surrendered without a fight under the absolute military suppression of this "one Confucian and one Immortal."

After pacifying the army outside, Jiang Baigui turned around, his deep gaze falling upon the dozen or so trembling, remnant Grandmasters and generals inside the hall.

These people were all advisors and retainers recruited by Prince Zhenbei with heavy gold, as well as his die-hard confidants within the Northwest army.

Feeling the Grand Preceptor's calm but killing-intent-filled gaze, this group of Jianghu powerhouses, who were usually high and mighty, suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold.

"The soldiers outside were merely following blindly and can be spared the death penalty.

But you, as the core partisans of Prince Zhenbei's rebellion, having aided the tyrant in his evil deeds, your crimes are unforgivable."

Jiang Baigui's tone was indifferent, as if he were reading a verdict.

"According to the Laws of Yankang, you shall have your cultivation crippled, be escorted back to the capital, and handed over to the Supreme Court for execution after the autumn."

Crippled cultivation! Execution after autumn!

These eight words struck the top of these Grandmasters' heads like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky.

They had spent decades of bitter cultivation to attain their current Divine Treasury Realm and Heavenly Human Realm cultivation, accustomed to enjoying wealth and glory.

If their cultivation were crippled and they were escorted back to the capital, it would be worse than death, and in the end, they would still be beheaded!

"No... We cannot go to the Supreme Court! Going there is a dead end!"

A Loose Cultivator Grandmaster nicknamed "Gui Shou" turned deathly pale, his eyes darting around frantically as he tried to find a way to survive.

He glanced at the righteous-faced Jiang Baigui and knew that in front of this impartial Grand Preceptor, begging for mercy would be completely useless.

Suddenly, Gui Shou's gaze fell upon Ye Xiu, who was standing to the side, drinking from a wine gourd and watching the show.

Dressed in white, wild and unconstrained.

The new Sect Leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect, the greatest leader of the Demonic Path in the entire world!

The imperial court talks about Laws, but what does the Demonic Path talk about? The Demonic Path only talks about strength and value!

"Thud!"

Grandmaster Gui Shou did not hesitate in the slightest; he turned directly around and knelt heavily in the direction of Ye Xiu.

"Cult Leader Ye! Cult Leader Ye, save us!"

Gui Shou knocked his head against the blood-stained floor tiles with a thudding sound, his voice shrill and full of obsequiousness:

"We were all blinded by that rebel Prince Zhenbei!

We know our sins are deep and dare not hope for the imperial court's forgiveness.

But we are willing to abandon darkness and embrace the light, to join the Heavenly Demon Sect!"

Once these words were spoken, the surrounding Grandmasters and fierce generals, who had been despairing and waiting for death, were like drowning people grabbing at the last straw, instantly realizing the situation.

That's right! Defect to the Heavenly Demon Sect!

This Cult Leader Ye is cooperating on equal footing with the Grand Preceptor; as long as he is willing to take them in, the Grand Preceptor would definitely not fall out with him over a few small fries like them!

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

In an instant, the hall was filled with kneeling people.

A dozen experts famous in the Northwest were now like stray dogs wagging their tails for mercy, kowtowing frantically towards Ye Xiu.

"We beg Cult Leader Ye to take us in! We are willing to go through fire and water for the Heavenly Demon Sect!"

"This subordinate is proficient in the art of assassination and is willing to be a knife in Cult Leader's hand!"

"This subordinate has a family fortune of one million taels of silver hidden in the Northwest and is willing to donate it all to the Sacred Sect to serve as military funds! I only ask that Cult Leader grant me a meal!"

Watching this bunch of turncoats who were clamoring to kill him a second ago, now kneeling at his feet, weeping and begging to be recruited, the mockery at the corners of Ye Xiu's mouth spread completely.

"Interesting."

Ye Xiu shook his wine gourd and walked slowly in front of these people, looking down at them from his superior position.

"A moment ago, you were calling me a madman, and now you've changed it to Cult Leader?

You old Jianghu veterans change your faces faster than turning the pages of a book."