Shi Feiyang became more and more agitated as he spoke, his chest heaving violently. His righteousness surged like turbulent waves, threatening to completely submerge Xie Luo Jia's evil.

Under Shi Feiyang's stern interrogation, Xie Luo Jia's face turned as pale as paper, devoid of any blood.

The anger in Xie Luo Jia's heart was like a raging volcano, yet he was unable to refute due to guilt.

He never imagined that his usual arrogance and dominance would lead to being cornered today by a nameless junior.

He threw his head back and let out an ear-splitting howl, filled with unwillingness and anger, breaking through the oppressive atmosphere: "The world has its own justice! How could I, Xie Luo Jia, admit to these false charges? I would never ambush others—this is surely Shi Feiyang's slander! I will die before I yield!"

However, those familiar with Xie Luo Jia knew that this impassioned speech was nothing but his hypocritical disguise, every word full of lies and deceit, but his narrow mind couldn't accept his crimes being exposed.

Shi Feiyang just listened quietly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised in a cold, disdainful smile, mocking Xie Luo Jia's stubbornness and foolishness, firmly believing that justice would eventually triumph over evil.

Suddenly, a look of determination flashed in Xie Luo Jia's eyes. Moving like lightning, he bent down and grabbed the long sword on the ground. In that instant, the air seemed to freeze, everyone holding their breath, unable to believe what was happening.

The surrounding martial artists, some turned pale with fear, legs trembling, almost unable to stand.

Others looked around in panic, not knowing what to do.

In the crowd, a disciple from a small sect once oppressed by Xie Luo Jia couldn't help but curse under his breath: "This villain, with his numerous past misdeeds, is merely reaping what he sows!" Soon, more and more people angrily denounced Xie Luo Jia's treachery, devoid of justice. This Grand Martial Arts Alliance Leader not only failed but also brought more darkness to the martial arts world, causing countless killings in the Jianghu.

Shi Feiyang remained calm, as all of this was within his expectations.

His composed demeanor further highlighted his righteousness and fearlessness.

"Grand Alliance Leader Xie, no!" Beggar Gang Leader Zhong Renwang's face changed dramatically when he saw this, a sense of foreboding in his heart, hastily speaking out to stop him.

His figure flashed, trying to rush forward to intervene, but it was already too late.

The Sect Leader of the "Cloud-Stepping Sword," Zhao Xianming, also widened his eyes, face full of terror, instinctively stepping forward but could only watch as everything unfolded.

However, Shi Feiyang simply watched Xie Luo Jia's actions coldly, with no intention to intervene. In his eyes, Xie Luo Jia's choice was already destined—this was the fate of evil.

"No—" The surrounding martial artists exclaimed in shock, voices rising and falling, piercing the already tense air.

Some covered their eyes, unable to bear the sight of this tragic scene; others stood frozen, faces full of disbelief.

Their panic and chaos formed a stark contrast to Shi Feiyang's calmness.

Shi Feiyang stood like a towering mountain, unwavering amidst the chaotic scene, upholding the dignity of justice.

Yet Xie Luo Jia seemed oblivious, his eyes empty and determined as he unhesitatingly drew the long sword across his own neck.

With a "splat," blood splattered, and his body slowly fell, kicking up a cloud of dust, appearing desolate in the vast arena.

His life ended at this moment in the most extreme way.

Standing aside, Shi Feiyang watched everything. His figure appeared even taller in the sunlight, using his courage and righteousness to unveil the hidden darkness within the Martial Arts, becoming a symbol of justice in the hearts of the majority of martial artists.

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