63: I'm not his father, why should I spoil him?

She didn't want to die; she still had many things left to do and didn't want to perish so inexplicably.

"Young Master, my Master was indeed in the wrong just now. I offer my apologies on her behalf."

"I beg the Young Master to spare my Master. As long as you let her go, I will do anything you ask." Zhou Zhiruo knelt directly before Duan Zhengchun, her face filled with plea.

"Don't..."

Seeing Zhou Zhiruo actually kneeling to Duan Zhengchun, Zhang Wuji immediately grew anxious.

This was his Zhiruo, and she was actually kneeling to Duan Zhengchun—this was absolutely intolerable.

"The one surnamed Duan, what is the meaning of this? Sister Zhiruo has already knelt to you, so why haven't you quickly helped the Abbess neutralize the technique?" Zhang Wuji shouted angrily.

"Heh... Zhang Wuji, do you think that just because you are A Li's cousin, you can shout at me here?" Duan Zhengchun sneered.

As soon as Duan Zhengchun finished speaking, the originally noisy hall instantly fell silent.

It was that sudden, awkward silence.

Everyone present turned their gaze toward Zhang Wuji.

No one expected that this person who suddenly appeared to disrupt things was actually Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji, the son of Zhang Cuishan of the Five Heroes of the Sect—wasn't it said that he was already dead? How could he appear here?

In her urgency, Abbess Miejue turned back to look at Zhang Wuji, forgetting that she only had half a step left.

With this turn, she took that final half-step.

Instantly, Abbess Miejue's entire body stiffened, her eyes widened in rage, and without a word, she exploded without warning.

"BOOM..."

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and those standing close were splattered with blood.

Before anyone could ask about Zhang Wuji, they were startled by this sudden explosion.

Especially those who witnessed Abbess Miejue explode on the spot; they were so terrified that their faces turned pale and they slumped to the ground.

The more cowardly ones even wet their pants in fear.

Zhou Zhiruo was closest to Miejue and was sprayed with blood all over her face, leaving her completely stunned.

No one expected this scene to actually happen, and they all looked at Duan Zhengchun with faces full of terror.

Duan Zhengchun also hadn't expected such a dramatic turn of events.

He had originally thought about using Abbess Miejue's situation to coerce Zhou Zhiruo and win her over, but now it seemed that plan was ruined.

Truly, life is unpredictable; you never know what twists and turns await.

Having witnessed the horror of Duan Zhengchun's Eight Tones of the Heavenly Dragon, everyone was pale with fear.

"Amitabha..."

Great Master Kongwen was the first to snap out of it and couldn't help but chant a Buddhist name.

When he looked at Duan Zhengchun, his eyes were filled with wariness.

"Master..."

Coming to her senses, Zhou Zhiruo let out a sorrowful cry and knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly.

The other Disciples of the Emei Sect also knelt in panic and began to wail.

"You, you, you are simply a Devil Head! How can you kill people so indiscriminately?" Zhang Wuji glared at Duan Zhengchun.

"She didn't listen to the warning; is that my fault?" Duan Zhengchun shrugged, completely indifferent to Zhang Wuji's words.

"If you hadn't used those Eight Tones of the Heavenly Dragon, how could the Abbess have died?"

"You are the murderer," Zhang Wuji said angrily.

"If you want to put it that way, I won't deny it."

"After all, I'm a narrow-minded person. I can't be like you, Zhang Wuji, returning evil with kindness. Even when someone wants to kill you, you still think of them."

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you had feelings for Abbess Miejue," Duan Zhengchun said with a sneer.

"Shut up! Don't talk nonsense. I don't, and I would never kill the innocent like you do," Zhang Wuji shouted.

"Kill the innocent? Were you blind when Abbess Miejue attacked me just now?"

"Or are you saying that if she wants to kill me, I should just stand there and let her?"

"Abbess Miejue relied on the heavenly sword in her hand to be arrogant, killing people over the slightest disagreement."

"Ending up like this is her own fault for being brainless and trying to act tough without the strength to back it up."

"I'm not her father; I don't have to pamper her," Duan Zhengchun said coldly.

Hearing Duan Zhengchun's words, Zhou Zhiruo, who had been weeping with her head down, suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

"It was you. You killed my Master. I will avenge her!"

After saying that, Zhou Zhiruo picked up the heavenly sword from the ground and rushed toward Duan Zhengchun.

However, she was stopped by a woman in white just as she started to charge.

"Zhiruo, calm down. You are no match for him; going up there is just throwing your life away," Jing Xuan said with a face full of sorrow.

"Senior Sister, don't stop me! Let me kill this Devil Head to avenge Master!" Zhou Zhiruo said emotionally.

"Enough! Calm down. Even Master couldn't take a single move from him; what can you do?"

"We need to go back and tell Senior Martial Uncle about this, and let Senior Martial Uncle Dugu decide." Jing Xuan grabbed Zhou Zhiruo's arms and shook them hard to calm her down.

It must be said that Jing Xuan indeed had the air of an Eldest Senior Sister; at the very least, not everyone could maintain such a calm attitude in the face of danger.

Meanwhile, Ding Minjun didn't dare to even mention revenge; when she looked at Duan Zhengchun, her eyes were full of terror.

She had already decided in her heart to stay as far away from Duan Zhengchun as possible.

She must not provoke Duan Zhengchun; otherwise, she might end up like her Master, without even a whole corpse left.

"Could Your Excellency leave your name? Mount Emei will remember this debt," Jing Xuan said, looking at Duan Zhengchun.

"Hmph, why wouldn't I dare? My name is Tang Hao, of the Tang Clan of Shu."

"If you want revenge, feel free to come. I'll be waiting," Duan Zhengchun said, his eyes darting around.

Hearing that Duan Zhengchun was from the Tang Clan of Shu, the expressions of everyone present changed instantly.

The Tang Clan of Shu was best known for using poisons and hidden weapons; those so-called Eight Tones of the Heavenly Dragon were likely a type of poison.

However, before their speculations could finish, they heard Zhang Wuji speak.

"Isn't your name Duan Long? Since when did it become Tang Hao?" Zhang Wuji said angrily.

"What? His name is Duan Long? Not Tang Hao? Is it an alias?"

"Well, Duan Long is also my name, but Tang Hao is my real name," Duan Zhengchun said without batting an eye.

Zhang Wuji's face darkened immediately.

He hadn't expected Duan Zhengchun to be so shameless as to use an alias before.

Could it be an alias this time too? But even so, he had no evidence.

"Compared to Duan Long, I'm more inclined to believe he is Tang Hao of the Tang Clan of Shu."

"Those so-called Eight Tones of the Heavenly Dragon are very likely a powerful poison."

"Exactly. I didn't expect this guy to be so ruthless."

"Fine. Tang Hao of the Tang Clan of Shu, the Emei Sect has noted it. We will certainly pay a visit in the future." Jing Xuan's face was icy, and as she looked at the blood and flesh on the ground, her eyes were filled with pain.

Helplessly, she could only gather the pieces of flesh to take back to the Emei Sect.

Master had already died without an intact body; she couldn't let her remains be left out in the wilderness.

"Wuji, is that you, Wuji?" Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhang Wuji and spoke excitedly.

"Eldest Martial Uncle, it's me, Wuji."

"I didn't acknowledge you before because I had no choice, so I ask for your forgiveness." Zhang Wuji knelt on one knee before Song Yuanqiao.

"Wuji, are you really Wuji?" Yu Lianzhou looked at Zhang Wuji with excitement.