Chapter 21: Joint Execution

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Zhao Sui suddenly turned around, only to see through the vast halo a razor-sharp golden weapon concealed within. Song Junyu’s eyes once again shimmered with intertwined golden and black currents. Gritting her teeth, she launched a desperate strike.

Zhao Sui didn’t dodge the attack; instead, his eyes were filled with mockery. He slowly raised his hand, revealing a small compass resting in his palm.

A black shadow emerged on the compass, gradually expanding in the next moment.

Then an overwhelming pressure swept across the land, making Song Junyu clearly feel her concentrated spiritual power being blocked.

The fierce determination in her eyes grew stronger. Despite the intense pressure, she did not retreat but gathered all her strength to charge forward.

Her skin was shredded by the black currents, but Song Junyu felt nothing.

Closer, just a bit closer...

Zhao Sui stood behind coldly watching. He could not believe this worthless brat could defeat him.

The thing he had just unleashed was a mold left by a Golden Core stage expert specifically for him.

The shadow within the imprint acted like a doppelgänger of that expert, though weaker than a Golden Core stage, still a late Foundation Establishment level.

For this contemptible little bastard before him, it was a tremendous blow.

“Boom!”

The huge explosions thundered repeatedly in the air. Lu Ling’s heart was filled with anxiety and worry.

She wanted to secretly make a move and launch a sneak attack, but a voice inside kept telling her not to act rashly.

She should trust Song Junyu.

Just as the massive black shadow raised its palm, almost crushing Song Junyu completely, a resolute and sharp voice cut through the chaotic aura:

“Lu Ling!”

In the next moment, a figure behind Zhao Sui sprang up, thrusting a silver-white spear straight toward his back—

“Tsk, an ant that just won’t die.”

Zhao Sui sneered coldly, preparing to turn and strike, to forcefully send Lu Ling flying, but instinctively he sensed an extremely fierce and dangerous aura rapidly approaching beside him.

As Song Junyu’s voice rose once more, he finally realized something was amiss.

It was a feint!

“Mutual Formlessness, Spring Breeze and Rain!”

As the words fell, the golden weapon instantly shot upward into the sky, then transformed into countless scattering raindrops.

With tremendous force, each golden raindrop was wrapped in trembling thunder and lightning.

Zhao Sui’s pupils contracted sharply as he shouted, “Return!”

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But the shadow was just a fraction too slow. The golden rain poured down, drenching him completely.

“Ahhhhh—”

Piercing screams echoed relentlessly as the small compass in Zhao Sui’s hand fell to the ground.

Without spiritual power to control it, the shadow vanished in the blink of an eye.

Then, as the owner’s spirit became unstable, even the Manduo serpent beast staggered unsteadily.

Song Junyu, bloodied but undeterred, emerged and once again condensed a golden long sword, stabbing it into the serpent beast’s vital spot.

A deep green beast core was extracted, and the monster howled before collapsing.

With the golden thunder scorching his body and his lifeline severed, Zhao Sui’s cultivation plummeted wildly—Qi Refining seventh layer, sixth, then fourth...

He finally stopped at the third layer.

Lu Ling clenched her fists, tears glistening in her eyes.

Sister, did you see that?

The beast who once tormented you is now nothing more than fish meat on a chopping board!

Song Junyu still gripped the tangible golden thunder sword, slowly stepping forward. As she moved, the sword’s tip scraped the ground with a sharp “scritch scritch” sound, tightening the tension in the air.

Approaching the curled-up, barely breathing figure on the ground, Song Junyu tilted her head slightly, revealing a deep, bone-exposing wound on her right cheek.

“Tsk tsk, lying here like a dead dog—what a feeling.”

She smiled wickedly, golden veins faintly shimmering in her eyes. At a glance, she resembled a sorceress.

“Ah... you trash...”

Song Junyu narrowed her eyes, raising the sword tip with a teasing tone:

“What did you say? I can’t hear you.”

“Should I speak louder, you waste?”

Her seemingly casual words made Zhao Sui tremble violently all over.

He tilted his head as if to say something, but the golden thunderstorm had scorched his skin into a grotesque state. Even breathing was agonizing to the bone. He no longer had the strength to speak.

Song Junyu lowered her gaze, tightening her grip on the sword’s hilt and lifting it higher. As her arm swung, the blade traced multiple intricate lines.

The sharp pain of the blade tearing flesh made Zhao Sui faint several times, only to be woken again.

After an unknown length of time, Song Junyu finally withdrew the golden thunder sword.

At that moment, Zhao Sui’s already mangled face was imprinted with two impossibly clear characters:

“Trash.”

Lu Ling silently watched this scene.

She had guessed Song Junyu was ruthless toward herself, but never imagined it would be to such an extent.

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Even now, though drenched in blood, Song Junyu showed no sign of weakness. Instead, she resembled a divine weapon concealed with a hidden blade—any touch would snatch away life.

The air suddenly fell silent. Song Junyu drew a breath, feeling the prickling pain all over her body.

But having endured such pain many times before, it was merely a sensation now, causing little disturbance.

What mattered most was to end this twisted being.

With that thought, she turned her gaze to Lu Ling: “Finish him off.”

Lu Ling understood the implication behind Song Junyu’s words.

Simply put... this calamity must not be allowed to linger in the mortal realm.

Her eyes fixed tightly on the curled shadow on the ground, her intense hatred now transformed into endless sorrow.

Lu Ling stepped aside, gripping her silver-white spear tightly. Then with a forceful swing, she drove the spear deep into Zhao Sui.

Her eyes lowered, expressionless, but her voice trembled with emotion.

“My younger sister was four years younger than me. When I brought her to the sect gate, she was still just a child of ten.”

“We were orphans, fighting for scraps since we could remember. Coming to the sect was a tremendous opportunity.”

“At that time, I had no strength to protect her; being bullied was common. We clung to each other for warmth, surviving three harsh winters together.”

Lu Ling spoke, then swung her arm down hard again. Zhao Sui’s breath weakened further.

“Until one day, my talent was noticed by an elite disciple from the outer sect. He recommended me to join the true Zhen Tian Sect. We rejoiced as we entered the outer sect...”

She never expected that the day they entered the outer sect would forever separate them—never to meet again.

She had been out on a mission when trouble arose. Rushing back with her sister’s favorite pendant, she arrived only to find her sister’s cold corpse.

Her sister never found peace in death.

Her body and clothes were brutally violated.

With grief in her heart, no place to vent injustice, bearing humiliation and pain, she finally gained this day.

The silver spear was resolute, avenging heavenly wrath.

When the final thrust pierced through—

Zhao Sui had long since stopped breathing.

Lu Ling could no longer hold back tears, which rolled down her cheeks as she slowly lifted her face to the sky.

Sister, you can rest in peace now.