It's not that he's arrogant, but the consequences of Sun Shigang falling into the hands of the Heavenly Court troops are something he and his brother cannot bear.
Even if Sun Shigang might not reveal his identity as someone of the Demonic Path, and might not expose that Shi Chun is also part of the Demonic Path, they cannot take that risk.
Who knows what Sun Shigang might shout to save his life or call for help? He can't give Sun Shigang any chance to speak.
Nor can he allow Sun Shigang any chance to escape and heal.
This demonic cultivator isn't just of high-level power, but truly a master.
If he escapes, it will be Shi Chun and his brother who face the danger afterward.
Hence, as soon as the Heavenly Court soldiers hinted they wouldn't interfere, he immediately struck a fatal blow, not giving the opponent a chance to say "but".
That one strike made Wu Jinliang's heart tighten, as he furtively observed the reactions of the Heavenly Court soldiers.
He knew that the mistake was his own, for not being cautious enough early on to silence Sun Shigang.
Yet Shi Chun, the Big Boss he was familiar with, still acted decisively in a pinch to mend the situation.
After his strike, Shi Chun also watched the soldiers’ reactions.
The five Heavenly Court soldiers remained silent and motionless, quietly watching him...
On the hill with the best view of the martial arena, even the hill that others often glance at, where not even Miao Dingyi and Young Master Nan had access, some people arrived tonight.
They didn't light any lamps, perhaps not wanting too much attention from outsiders.
Only seven came, each exuding an extraordinary aura, seated in the dark pavilion.
Among them was the leader of Xuan Prefecture from Primordial Origin Sect and Sheng Prefecture's master overseeing Wukang Mountain.
The knife stroke in the mirror stopped the laughter and chatter in the pavilion, as the seven domain lords quietly focused their sharp gazes on the mirrored scene.
For these domain lords, though they reside in different regions, reaching the Royal Court is quite simple.
The Xun Gate is close at hand.
It’s merely a matter of whether they wish to come or not.
The chaotic sounds in the arena gradually subsided into silence, with only the sound of the mountain wind.
Everyone stared intently at the mirrored scene, eager to see how the Heavenly Court soldiers would respond.
Scenes of battle and killing were not new to them through the mirror.
In this instance, attacking right before the Heavenly Court soldiers felt like a brazen challenge.
They had seen audacious acts before, but never such flippant audacity.
Everyone wanted to know what was said between the person in the scene and the Heavenly Court soldiers, but unfortunately, the mirror had no sound.
The cold-faced woman from Falling Moon Valley, the leading elder there, named Jian Lingzhen, watched the mirror with deep anger.
Her fists clenched tightly but considering the prominent sect members present, she restrained her anger and sat down expressionless, maintaining her sect's dignity.
The unwritten rules of these conferences were clear—fighting and killing for resources would happen.
Just because one sect's disciples could die, it didn’t mean another’s couldn’t.
Elder Ke Yizong from the Sheng Prefecture also had a shocked reaction to the blade stroke, his mouth moving without a word leaving his lips.
His disciples beside him were equally startled yet somehow unsurprised.
Two disciples quietly noted to themselves that these two, unleashed from prison, had consistently caused trouble—whether in Lin Kang City or elsewhere.
Bringing them to the conference was asking for trouble, perhaps.
Why was Elder Ke this surprised?
The disciples weren't too worried about the outcome since they didn't need to face the harsh consequences directly.
If trouble arose, it was the elders and sect leaders who would bear the responsibility.
Under the dark cloak, Feng Chi was dumbstruck by the mirror's scene.
Her first thought was whether the Holy Maiden knew.
Sun Shigang was the key coordinator in this competition.
Without him, how would the Holy Maiden secure a successful outcome for her plan?
On the viewing platform, Young Master Nan nearly bit his tongue, staring at the mirror like he was immobilized by a talisman.
Beside him, a family was also in shock.
Lan Qiaoyan sighed and smiled wryly, "Looks like that wild way from the Exile Lands hasn’t left him."
Miao Yilan was stunned.
The ferocious reputation of the big boss from the Eastern Nine Plains was something her mother had often talked about.
Today, she witnessed it firsthand, completely different from the gentlemanly image once shown before her—a ruthless killer without blinking.
But for everyone, the real shock was yet to come.
In the canyon, the lead soldier, after a long frown, finally looked away from Shi Chun and signaled, "Check and take it away."
One soldier immediately searched Sun Shigang's body and handed over the Parent-Child Talisman he found to a colleague.
Shi Chun turned and signaled Wu Jinliang to question the remaining four Falling Moon Valley disciples.
Wu Jinliang replied, "Limited knowledge," then gestured toward Sun Shigang, "That one's tight-lipped."
Shi Chun turned back around and swung his blade.
A flurry of slashes fell, cutting them like weed.
In a flash, four spurts of blood hit the ground.
"I'm..." one disciple from Falling Moon Valley tried to say, before blood gushed from his slashed throat, his eyes wide in disbelief.
The other four disciples had their throats slit, unable to move, only twitching slightly.
Wu Jinliang looked incredulous, slowly turning his gaze to the Heavenly Court personnel.
The Heavenly Court soldiers, kneeling or standing before Sun Shigang's corpse, froze completely, all staring at the scene before them.
Shi Chun flicked blood off his blade and said to them, "I'd end them later anyway, no need for you to make a second trip."
Excluding the factor of silencing witnesses, he was being truthful as he planned to close off and refine the demonic flames within without further disturbances.
In the pavilion at the best viewing spot, the man dressed in black, with a ruddy face and three wisps of long black beard, emitted an air of calm authority.
His gaze shifted from the mirror to ask, "Which region and sect are they with?"
He was the Xuan Prefecture Domain Lord, Chi Rang.
A man standing by a pillar respectfully approached without obscuring the other domain lords' view.
"The one in brown is from Sheng Prefecture’s Wukang Mountain, and the one in yellow is from Sheng Prefecture’s Falling Moon Valley."
He was the person in charge here.
To discern the sects of many attendees from their garments showed the depth of his diligence.
"Oh, they're all from Sheng Prefecture, then it doesn’t concern us," the Xuan Prefecture Domain Lord Chi Rang chuckled lightly, waving the man away before leaning back, glancing at the man in ginger-yellow robes seated two places over.
"Quite an interesting case of infighting, wouldn't you say?"
The man in ginger-yellow robes was the Sheng Prefecture Domain Lord, Wei Mo, square-faced with three strands of beard, his sage cap neatly placed, showing no expression.
Others joined in with playful jabs, "Why does this scene last so long? Are they knowing we’re watching and putting on a show?"
"Ha ha," followed a chorus of laughter.
Wei Mo remained facially unchanged, as if he hadn’t heard a word, though his gaze grew deeper.
The quiet in the martial arena broke, replaced by gasps and whispers of shock.
Jian Lingzhen from Falling Moon Valley abruptly stood, sharply scanning the Sheng Prefecture sections of each sect, eyes fierce and full of hate.
Wu Khang Mountain’s Elder Ke trembled in anger, murmuring, "How dare they, how dare they..."
Young Master Nan on the viewing platform looked like his eyes might pop out, his gaze falling on Miao Dingyi.
"Brother Miao, your… uh... he's..."
He wanted to say, "Your future son-in-law's kind of wild, isn't he?" yet didn't dare voice it.
Miao Dingyi seemed to understand, suddenly looking back, saying coldly, "Young Master Nan, how long do you think this scene should continue? Is it appropriate to keep this up?"
"Huh?" Young Master Nan realized he was roasting Shi Chun over the coals.
Quickly, he called the person in charge over and pointed to the mirror, "Stop it, switch to someone else."
"Oh, oh."
The person in charge hurried away.
Seeing Miao Dingyi's expression, Young Master Nan cursed silently, realizing he stirred up trouble, deciding never to select the Wukang Mountain scene again.
Spending money only to cause problems, he felt quite wronged.
Under the cloak, Feng Chi felt a thrill rather than anger.
Seeing Shi Chun wipe out a whole group from their side was exhilarating to her demonic heart.
Challenging the Heavenly Court soldiers openly was rare, a proud moment for the Demonic Path.
Just then, the one who had been beside her returned and whispered, "Though Young Master Nan paid for the mirrored scene, Lan Qiaoyan’s family is nearby, with Miao Dingyi from Bowang Pavilion. Upper management believes you understand the implications."