Zhao Wuji's face turned ashen.
He looked at the others.
Everyone's gaze toward him only held indifference and disgust.
Zhao Wuji even looked pleadingly at Yun Jin.
This disciple whom he once thought he could manipulate at will could now not only defeat him easily, but even determine his life and death.
Zhao Wuji had an intuition.
If Yun Jin was willing to save him, he might still have a chance to live.
"Yun Jin." Zhao Wuji forced a smile. "It was I who welcomed you into the sect back then. Seeing you achieve such success now, I am also very gratified. If you are willing to say a word for me, I will immediately hand over the position of sect master to Lin Ya. How about it?"
Zhao Wuji's face was full of expectation.
Yun Jin couldn't help but sneer.
On the brink of death.
Zhao Wuji was grasping at straws.
She said indifferently, "If my master wants the position of sect master of Tianxing Sect, he can take it with ease. Why would he need you to hand it over? Zhao Wuji, colluding with demons, falling into demonic cultivation, and slaughtering humans. Each and every one of these crimes leaves you no chance of survival. You don't have to think of staying alive anymore, but if you want a quicker death, there's still a way, simply confess everything you know."
Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth, "If I'm going to die anyway, why should I speak! Let me live, and I will tell you everything."
Yun Jin only sneered.
Ji Wusi said calmly, "Since this person is so stubborn, then just use the punishments. Let's see how far he can endure the 188 punishments."
The people of the Demon-Destroying Alliance immediately obeyed.
They took Zhao Wuji away for the time being.
"The punishments are cruel, let's not sully everyone's eyes. Wait here for a while," Ji Wusi said.
Everyone nodded.
Those who fall into demonic cultivation are rarely strong-willed.
Most cannot endure more than a dozen punishments before wishing to confess everything.
This Zhao Wuji probably wouldn't last long.
Zhao Wuji didn't even last nearly as long as everyone thought he would.
In less than an hour, someone came to report that Zhao Wuji could no longer endure it.
Only then did everyone rise and head to the temporary punishment hall.
Temporary punishment hall.
Zhao Wuji knelt there with only a breath left.
There were no obvious wounds on his body, yet his aura was extremely weak, and his face was ashen like a corpse's. When he saw the disciples of the Demon-Destroying Alliance, he couldn't help but tremble, looking utterly terrified.
Yun Jin couldn't help but click her tongue in amazement.
This Demon-Destroying Alliance was indeed extraordinary.
She didn't know what kind of punishments could reduce a Fusion Stage cultivator to this state in such a short amount of time.
However.
Zhao Wuji deserved it.
"Whatever you have to say, you may speak now," Ji Wusi said. "After that, I will give you a swift death."
Upon hearing "death", Zhao Wuji didn't show fear. Instead, a look of relief appeared on his face. He trembled as he said, "That liquid was given to me by Blood Daoist. I was also very interested in this mysterious liquid. Blood Daoist said it was produced by a mysterious treasure bottle. But… I once accidentally saw Blood Daoist meet a man in black. That man took away Blood Daoist's bottle and gave him a new one."
Zhao Wuji said in a trembling voice, "I suspect this liquid has another origin, and that Blood Daoist has someone behind him."
Ji Wusi's expression became extremely grave.
Blood Dao Sect couldn't be considered to be very large. According to the Demon-Destroying Alliance's investigation, it currently only operated within Canglan Kingdom and hadn't extended its reach elsewhere.
However.
By calculating everything together, Blood Dao Sect had already been operating here for a hundred years.
He didn't know when Blood Daoist obtained those liquids.
If they had been obtained long ago…
Then how many demons and demonic cultivators were already hidden within Canglan Kingdom?
Moreover.
There's still someone behind Blood Daoist.
Who was that person?
This was Canglan Kingdom.
The territory controlled by Qingxiao Pavilion!
Ji Wusi suddenly recalled the black aura that appeared after several disciples of Qingxiao Pavilion were killed, and his pupils shrank sharply.
If things were truly as he suspected, then the problem was too enormous.
"Anything else?" Ji Wusi asked without expression.
Zhao Wuji thought for a moment, then said, "That child is indeed the Demon Lord. He contacted me on his own, asking me to cooperate with him to seize Tianxing Sect, then use that liquid to conceal the aura of the demons, gradually replacing the disciples of Tianxing Sect with demons, turning Tianxing Sect into a base for the Demon Clan within the human race."
"Is that all?" Ji Wusi raised an eyebrow.
Zhao Wuji showed a dejected expression, "You have already investigated everything else."
Things like using rogue cultivators for blood experiments were trivial compared to these two matters.
"Very well." Ji Wusi nodded, then gently raised his hand.
In the next moment, without even touching Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji's body turned into powder.
His Nascent Soul moved extremely fast, attempting to escape.
But.
The speed of the sword qi was even faster than the Nascent Soul.
The sword qi entered the body.
Zhao Wuji's Nascent Soul also dissipated into nothingness.
From then on, Zhao Wuji ceased to exist forever and ever, for all eternity.
No one had any objection.
Zhao Wuji's soul was utterly vile. If he was given the chance to reincarnate, he would only become a disaster again.
Complete annihilation of body and soul suited him better.
The moment Zhao Wuji died.
In Qingxiao Pavilion.
Zhao Ling sensed something.
He hurriedly took out a life plaque.
This plaque had originally been blood-red.
Now, the red color was slowly fading.
"No!!!" Zhao Ling cried out in despair.
However, his cry changed nothing. In just an instant, the red completely faded, and the plaque became white, just like Zhao Ling's face.
Zhao Ling's hand trembled as he stared at the plaque.
His only son, Zhao Wuji, was dead.
The plaque turning white meant even the soul hadn't been preserved.
Annihilation of the body and soul with no trace left in the world.
For cultivators, this was the cruelest ending.
This was the son he had long awaited.
He had clearly already arranged a brilliant future for Zhao Wuji.
After this period of time, he had planned to bring Zhao Wuji to Qingxiao Pavilion. Over the years, he had accumulated many resources, enough to cultivate Zhao Wuji to Tribulation Crossing Stage, they could even consider Mahayana Stage.
When the time comes, both father and son would be in Mahayana Stage, ascending together and obtaining eternal life.
How carefree that would be!
But in the end, Zhao Wuji was dead.
Dead in a mere Tianxing Sect.
How!
How did he die!
A trace of madness flashed in Zhao Ling's eyes. He immediately used a secret technique, following the guidance of the life plaque, and saw the scene of Zhao Wuji's death.
Zhao Ling swore.
No matter who it was, he would make the killer pay the price.
His son wasn't so easy to kill.
However.
Just as Zhao Ling saw the scene of Zhao Wuji's death, a sharp gaze looked back at him.
In the next moment, his eyes felt a sharp pain, and he was instantly forced back.
Just being glanced at from such a distant place caused his divine soul to destabilize, with signs of his cultivation declining.
This was related to his recent advancement to Mahayana Stage, where his realm wasn't stable yet.
But it was enough to prove how terrifying that person was.
Zhao Ling clearly saw that person.
Ji Wusi.
The number one of the human race: Ji Wusi.