“Didn’t I say not to throw around spells randomly?”
Watching the sky filled with harmless attacks that looked like raindrops, Zeng Tie was so angry his vision went dark.
“The team that went up the mountain, what on earth are you doing?”
“It wasn’t us!” the flanking team defended themselves via voice transmission from a distance.
“We didn’t do anything!”
They didn’t do anything? Then could it be —
‘Wait, is this even possible?’
Zeng Tie was dumbfounded.
“Making my own teammates feel killing intent toward me is not an easy thing to do,” Jiang Ke’er said with a smile.
“Fortunately, after several days of hellish training, they all successfully managed it.”
As long as an attack was made with killing intent, it could be used to trigger Bullet Time.
It didn’t matter if it was from a friend or an enemy!
This was exactly her goal when she had everyone in the Bagpipe Squad change their Class to Magic Cultivator before the match!
Jiang Ke’er moved.
Honored One Zeng Tie could see her movements clearly, but he didn’t dare follow her at high speeds to intercept her.
That would require him to reveal his power as an Honored One!
Seeing their encirclement turn into a crisis and history threatening to repeat itself, Zeng Tie roared in desperation, “Fly up and block the attacks! These attacks are very weak!”
If they allowed a large number of spells to fall and let Jiang Ke’er utilize them, the situation would become uncontrollable.
The Human Cultivators had to act immediately!
Jiang Ke’er transformed into a phantom, weaving rapidly through the rain of magical light.
She knew this was her only chance.
‘I have to give it my all! Everything will be decided in this round! Life or death depends on this!’
The sword light wailed, and the Cultivators in front of her fell like wheat, blood mist scattering through the air.
But the good times did not last.
The eyes of those Human Cultivators suddenly became dull.
Ignoring Jiang Ke’er’s attacks, they flew into the sky and used their own bodies to block the attacks coming from above the canyon, preventing them from falling near Jiang Ke’er!
This was far beyond Jiang Ke’er’s expectations and entirely different from what she had envisioned.
‘Something is wrong. These Cultivators couldn’t possibly be this united and fearless. Something is wrong!’
Their expressions were wooden yet fanatical, clearly not in a normal state. It was more like their minds were being manipulated.
Jiang Ke’er suddenly turned back to look at Honored One Zeng Tie.
She found him holding an Evil Banner that emitted a chilling wind.
Waves of powerful and eerie mental energy permeated the entire canyon, linking the nerves of every Human Cultivator.
He had made his move, using a foolproof method that wouldn’t be seen through to perfectly command the human army against Jiang Ke’er.
This was the situation she feared most.
All the Human Cultivators were under his mental influence, acting according to his commands… even more terrifyingly, even the corpses that had already received a fatal blow from Jiang Ke’er began to move!
They surrounded and attacked Jiang Ke’er with agile movements.
“A fine calculation, Emperor Jing.”
Jiang Ke’er gradually felt a sense of powerlessness.
The canyon terrain held all her hopes.
In her plan, as long as she could lure these Human Cultivators into the canyon and launch an offensive, she could at least reduce their numbers by two-thirds.
This was because it was impossible for these Cultivators to unite as one against her; they were also enemies with each other.
Even if there were Honored Ones planted by Emperor Jing among them, they wouldn’t dare use their full power openly against her, allowing her to continue her slaughter.
However, Zeng Tie’s methods had made her efforts come to naught.
The previous days of training, where the Bagpipe Squad practiced spells and honed their killing intent toward her, were all for this one final offensive.
If this wave was neutralized and the enemies were on guard against her Bullet Time, she would have no chance of winning.
In an instant, all the spells falling from the sky were blocked, and the next wave fizzled out before they could even be released.
“We’re exposed!” Above the canyon, Jie Shui shouted through a voice transmission while running for his life.
Eight Human Cultivators were chasing him.
The source of the spells was easily found; this method of attack could only be used once.
“Qing Yi? What should we do!”
The other team members were also exposed, breaking from their cover and running desperately into the distance.
The blood mist continued to fly, but this time, it was Jiang Ke’er’s blood.
‘What should I do?’
Jiang Ke’er looked up at the sky.
‘Why hasn’t it come yet… Could it be that this is really the end?’
“It looks like it’s over.” Emperor Jing stood up and cracked his neck, his bones making a popping sound.
“My subject is very knowledgeable. He did it beautifully and cleanly. He did not disappoint me.”
“This is your so-called fair Shenzhou Cup?” Looking at the scene on the screen, Si Lian suddenly felt disheartened.
She laughed self-mockingly, tears rolling down her face.
‘I actually sacrificed so many things for such a foolish competition… Hah.’
It seemed they were right; she really was just a fool.
Since they could just plant an Honored One to change the outcome of the match at will, what had she been fighting for all these years?
For the Shenzhou Cup, she had sacrificed almost everything she cared about. It was all for nothing — those team members and herself…
From start to finish, this was destined to be a futile effort.
And she really was just a foolish executioner.
Trash, failure, and useless — these words should all be used on her.
She was the world’s worst mother, the worst Team Coach, and even the worst member of the Demon Race.
Her sins were heavy, and she deserved to go to the Eighteen Layers of Hell.
She never should have existed in this world.
“Even living like a dog after cutting away your dignity is better than dying with your back straight. You were wrong from the very beginning,” Emperor Jing said as he pulled out his sword and took a silk cloth from a maid to wipe it gently.
“Once my dear subject sends your team members to the Western Paradise, I will personally send you on your way… Being able to die by my hand can be considered your honor.”
Si Lian slumped in the dark corner of the box, her body twitching slightly, unable to speak.
She only felt herself being tightly wrapped in regret and self-reproach, the pain almost suffocating her.
Everything she had insisted on and believed in for decades collapsed in the face of the reality before her.
She began to believe Emperor Jing’s words — this was fate, the fate of the Demon Race.
[Is being an Honored One that impressive?]
The voice that suddenly came from the match screen made Si Lian’s shoulders tremble.
She opened her eyes in disbelief.
Jiang Ke’er stood calmly in front of Honored One Zeng Tie.
The surrounding Human Cultivators had already encircled her, yet she remained unmoved, merely looking up at the sky.
“It seems you’ve been scared witless. There are no Honored Ones here,” Zeng Tie said with a smile.
“Whether there are or not, you know the truth in your heart.”
“Oh? Are you looking for excuses for your failure?” Zeng Tie’s words were airtight.
He remained calm, looking at Jiang Ke’er as if she were a dead person.
“It seems these are your last words… Then, goodbye. Say hello to the ghosts in Hell for me.”
Jiang Ke’er suddenly laughed. She held up three fingers.
“3 seconds.”
“What?”
“In 3 seconds, you can personally go to Hell and say hello.”