hair stood on end, as if it were about to explode. He was furious."Just a mere cultivator at the Tenglong realm, relying on methods that wouldn't even be considered by the Zh Xuan family, he managed...Zhao Xuanyang is dead.

Now Jiang Wang stood before this corpse.

Song Wanxi simply used her fingertip to lightly draw across the surface, and she dissolved all the restraints Zhao Xuanyang had placed on her.

The gap between true demons and divine cultivators is vast, even an unparalleled genius like Zhao Xuanying cannot bridge it.

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Perhaps only someone as powerful as Chongxuan Chuliang, the number one divine being in the Eastern Region, would be worthy of fighting a real immortal.

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Of course, with Jiang Wang's current strength, he doesn't have the qualifications to speculate about that level of confrontation.

Zhao Xuan Yang's eyes were open.

His eyes were wide open.

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It seems to be still questioning: "Well, you actually fooled me."

But it was impossible to ask any more.

How dazzling a celestial prodigy, how brilliant a reputation, once dead, it will surely vanish into thin air.

Zhao Xuanyang thought that Jiang Wang had summoned a true demon from the Ten Thousand Realms Desolate Tomb, but in fact, it was just a blood puppet.

True demons have awareness, blood puppets lack intelligence.

Therefore, at this time, in the ancient demon cave beneath the lava lake, only Jiang Wang remained with intelligence.

He could finally reveal his true emotions.

Jiang Wang looked at the corpse and slowly said, “Perhaps I should ask about your last wishes. But I don't have your strength. I don't have the right to ask.”

"Perhaps I should also say sorry. But killing you was just self-defense, I have nothing to apologize for."

Jiang Wang fell silent for a moment, finally just reaching out to close Zhao Xuan Yang's eyes: "That's it."

Zhao Xuanyang brought the person he was hiding here without letting anyone know. Every time he went out to receive information, it was extremely quick and discreet.

That's precisely why it makes the bitterness undetectable.

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Therefore, knowing the vastness of the world, one must understand their current situation by themselves at this time.

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At this moment, only Song Wanxi stood aside, watching this special farewell.

Jiang Wang did not leave immediately.

According to Zhao Xuanyang's report, Qi Chu and Mu are now voicing their support for him. After killing Zhao Xuanyang, he should be free to soar high in the sky.

But precisely at this moment, he couldn't go out.

At this time, the whole world is paying attention to Zhao Xuan yang's escort result. The two countries of Qi and Jing are more like they have already faced each other directly, with both sides on edge.

He is now leaving this ancient demon lair. It's absolutely impossible for him to return to the State of Qi quietly.

In the short term, it's actually safe here.

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All people in the world thought that Zhao Xuan Yang was still keeping him hidden somewhere, or had already quietly arrived at Yu Jing Mountain.

The people of Jing Guo wouldn't be wary of him, while others were waiting for the final outcome.

The people of Qi were looking for him, but they were stopped by the people of Jing. Ku was looking for him, but Xukong Temple had already announced his recall.

In the ancient Devil's Cave, an environment so different from the rules of this world, one cannot be detected, nor can life and death be controlled.

Jiang Wang decided to cultivate in this ancient demon cave for a while.

He didn't even go out to take a look at the situation outside, or briefly leave the cave and connect with the ethereal realm to gather some information. He didn't have Zhao Xuan yang's abilities; perhaps if he left the cave, he would be discovered immediately.

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Even if he discovers that it is a bitter taste, it may not necessarily be a good thing.

Jing Guo allowed Ku Jue to chase Zhao Xuan Yang, but he wouldn't necessarily just sit idly by and watch Ku Jue take him away. Especially since in this process, Jing Guo's prodigy Zhao Xuan Yang also disappeared!

Jiang Wang was always a decisive person, once he made up his mind, he wouldn't hesitate.

Just as I was about to find a place to sit down and meditate, my heart moved, and I turned my head to look at Song Wanxi.

"Are you leaving" he asked.

Song Wanxi looked at him, speechless. There was no emotion in those stunning blood-red eyes.

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As the master of this Blood Puppet True Demon, he has absolute control over it and can also feel its emotions to a certain extent.

At this moment, he felt a call from an ancient and distant place, to this demonic body.

That was a...

Jiang Wang immediately cut off his thoughts of getting closer to understanding. Trying to understand the Wanjie荒墓 was tantamount to courting death.

"It's okay, you can leave when the time comes. I can handle it myself." Jiang Wang said.

Though the Blood Puppet True Demon only had instincts, Jiang Wang still conversed with her.

Over these past few days of endless pursuit and evasion, the pressure in his heart has never dissipated.

The feeling of being hated by the whole world is something that those who haven't experienced it can't possibly understand. To be pointed at by a thousand people and yet remain unharmed. What if millions scorn you

When a letter from the Jing Guo Mirror World Stage surfaced, everyone believed Jiang Wang could communicate with demons. The Heavenly Pride descended to hunt him down, and the Jade Capital Mountain held a public trial... That kind of terrifying pressure was beyond human comprehension.

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The friction between the hegemonic nations that resulted from this was even more suffocating for him, who found himself caught in the middle.

Even to this day, he has yet to escape from this enormous vortex.

Talking to the Blood Puppet True Demon is an instinctive way to relieve stress.

Even though I know the other party can't understand and won't respond.

But after all, they are a kind of "one's own people" in a certain sense.

In the chamber, the pitch-black vortex spun silently.

Jiang Wang used the Divine Seal Technique to once again leave a thought mark on Song Wanxi.

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This divine inscription technique was passed down by Zhuang Chengqian disguised as Jiang Yan. After Yin Guan investigated and removed any flaws, he completed it with the performance platform. With this method, Jiang Wang established a very close connection with Dugu Xiao, helping her improve her combat strength and allowing her to progress further.

Using it on Song Wanxi would further deepen the connection beyond the blood puppet imprint.

This time, when Song Wanxi was called, she rushed here the moment she received the summons. At a true demon's speed, even after knowing the exact location, it took three whole days to find the right place and cross-world descend into the ancient Demon Cave.

If one day, Song Wanxi could be summoned at will, it would mean that in all the ancient demon lairs remaining in the world, Jiang Wang could summon a true demon-level fighter at any time. Below the level of God's Arrival, they would be unstoppable. Although it was not honorable and had limitations, it was a great source of confidence.

As for taking her out of the demonic den as Zhuang Chengqian originally planned... As a true person of the world, Zhuang Chengqian could create a suitable environment for Xue Kui Zhenmo to a certain extent, or help her conceal her demon aura. However, Jiang Wang couldn't do that.

As for this divine seal scripture, I still have to thank Zhuang Chengqian.

As for what Jiang Wang was thinking, Song Wanxi had no way of knowing. She only followed her instincts, drawn towards the pitch-black vortex by the summons of the Wanjie Huangmu.

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"Bring him here." Jiang Wang swirled up a gust of wind, bringing Zhao Xuan Yang's corpse to Song Wan Xi.

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Zhao Xuanyang's most precious belongings, his sword, jade, and the八卦門, were all destroyed. The unparalleled martial arts he cultivated would be impossible to capture. Jiang Wang had no desire to search Zhao Xuanyang's body. He let Song Wankxi take him to the Wanjie Wilderness Tomb. Even if it was the Jingguo kingdom, it would be difficult to track his traces anymore.

Song Wanxi took it as instructed and slowly sank into the dark vortex.

The vortex dissipated instantly, leaving no trace behind.

It's as if nothing ever happened.

A peerless prodigy, just like that, was erased from existence in this world.

Jiang Wang could no longer even feel the presence of Song Wanxi. If he wanted to see her, he could only call out again, but he didn't know when she would respond.

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After all, even with the power of a true demon and the Puppet Master providing guidance from their location, crossing dimensions is not easy.

The ancient, lightless Demon Cave fell silent once more.

Even Song Wanting, the only one who could speak, was gone.

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Jiang Wang silently returned to the stone slab, as if it were a millstone. Without uttering a word, he dove deep into his inner being, continuing his cultivation.

Perhaps everything will eventually turn to dust, but at least the effort we're making now is real.

...what he failed to notice was...

Just as he closed his eyes and entered a state of meditation.

Where the black vortex dissipated, a ripple spread silently...

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