This sword of Guo Zhengjun was not fast, yet it was extremely strange and elusive.

Even though Meng Lv was watching with wide-open eyes, he could not avoid this sword.

Pierced by the sword's edge, Meng Lv felt unbearable pain, his eyes filled with shock and anger.

He couldn't understand why Guo Zhengjun wanted to kill him?

At this critical moment, shouldn't everyone unite to resist the strong enemy?

Guo Zhengjun spoke with some regret, "If there was a way, I wouldn't want to kill you either. But we've come to this point, and there's no choice."

He patiently explained to Meng Lv, "All of you priests who have received the Divine Lord's gifts harbor a portion of divine power. My Sin-Slaying Sword can gather all this divine power together."

Guo Zhengjun sighed, "Gao Xuan is too strong, there's no way. I can only kill you priests with the sword."

Meng Lv's eyes quickly became unfocused; whether he heard it or not was irrelevant by now.

A dark red hue mingled with the green Sin-Slaying Sword.

Pulling out the Sin-Slaying Sword, Guo Zhengjun casually swung it, beheading twelve Sword Guards in an instant.

The spirits of the Twelve Sword Guards had long been controlled by Guo Zhengjun, unable to react at all.

After killing thirteen people in a row, the sword's crimson became even denser.

The half-red, half-green blade exuded an even more bizarre and enigmatic aura.

Guo Zhengjun looked at his reflection on the sword's spine; his crimson eyes sparkled with an indescribable eeriness.

He sighed softly, "Still not enough..."

Guo Zhengjun raised the Sin-Slaying Sword, and struck the statue above with another sword.

Enhanced by the Evil God's Divine Power, the Sin-Slaying Sword absorbed the Divine Power Seeds from Meng Lv and others. These seeds, cultivated and nurtured, had become very powerful.

Now exceptionally sharp, the Sin-Slaying Sword quietly sliced through the statue, which shattered under the blow.

The statue, forged from Flowing Light Silver mixed with Red Steel and Black Copper, had stood for a hundred years. Each time the Evil God descended, it left a trace of divine power here.

Accumulating over time, the statue had amassed considerable divine power itself. Of course, none of it should be wasted.

Guo Zhengjun looked at the slightly reddened Sin-Slaying Sword and felt somewhat disappointed that even after absorbing so much divine power, the sword had not yet broken through to a higher level.

Gao Xuan was too powerful; only by elevating the Sin-Slaying Sword could he possibly cut Gao Xuan down.

If Guo Zhengjun were a hundred years younger, he wouldn't have engaged in a life-and-death struggle with Gao Xuan. With countless followers at his disposal, he could afford to take it slow and grind it out with Gao Xuan, seeing how many people Gao Xuan could kill.

But now things were different; he only had one year left to live. If he didn't quickly kill Gao Xuan, he would undoubtedly die.

Of course, killing Gao Xuan might not even help. But it was the only chance for survival.

For this, Guo Zhengjun was willing to pay any price. When a person is about to die, what meaning do organizations, followers, or wealth hold?

Only if he lived, would any of it hold significance.

Upon realizing this, Guo Zhengjun made up his mind and entered a special passage in the side hall.

The sealed vacuum glass tube used for high-speed ejection of sealed cabins allowed Guo Zhengjun, under the control of the Light Computer, to quickly reach the Spirit Sword Divine Hall in Cyan Cloud City.

This Spirit Sword Divine Hall was a landmark of the Spirit Sword Association, rising to a daunting height of over a thousand meters.

The outer layer of the hall was coated with a teal metallic layer, resembling a Divine Sword pointing directly at the sky.

The dome of the main hall reached a height of over two hundred meters, with a statue enshrined directly in front.

This statue was draped in lavish robes, its facial features unclear, save for a pair of crimson eyes emitting an extraordinary red glow.

At that moment, thousands of priests gathered in the main hall, including more than ten Cyan-robed Priests and over a hundred Blue-robed Priests.

It's safe to say that this gathering represented the majority of the Spirit Sword Association's elite, assigned to guard the Divine Hall.

Outside in the plaza, at least twenty million followers had gathered. Under the alternating guidance of several Advanced Blue-robed Priests, the followers continuously chanted the "Supreme Spirit Scripture."

This scripture was actually compiled by Guo Zhengjun himself, and after constant revision and refinement, it had become the most important scripture of the Spirit Sword Association.

When millions chant together, even if each voice is not loud, the synchronized and orderly sound resonates and spreads in all directions.

These fervent followers could continue chanting for days without stopping.

The orderly chanting also formed a large spiritual magnetic field. Anyone within it, even non-believers, would be assimilated into a state of fervent faith by the spiritual magnetic field.

Many priests stood up quickly to welcome Sect Leader Guo Zhengjun as he emerged from the side hall.

"Long live the Sect Leader." They bowed deeply in unison to greet him.

The leading Blue-robed Priest stepped forward a few steps, respectfully asking, "Sect Leader, have you come in person for something important?"

Guo Zhengjun rarely appeared, only coming to the Divine Hall during significant sacrificial festivals to preside over ceremonies.

Most of the priests in the hall had never actually seen Guo Zhengjun himself.

And given the ongoing tension between the Spirit Sword Association and the Defense Army, Guo Zhengjun's sudden appearance, sword in hand, with such a solemn expression, made the priests uneasy.

These priests were living quite comfortably and were actually not eager to go to war with the Defense Army. The disappearance of the Evil God made them even more anxious.

They understood that their survival depended on following Guo Zhengjun, so they outwardly displayed a united front, high in morale.

Yet Guo Zhengjun's demeanor led them to a foreboding sense that perhaps war was imminent.

Understanding the thoughts of these priests, Guo Zhengjun offered no explanation, directly issuing an order: "Prepare for the sacrificial ritual."

The priests were all surprised; with the Evil God gone, what was there to worship? Moreover, there were no offerings!

The Evil God was known as such because every grand sacrificial ceremony required the sacrifice of a large amount of flesh and blood offerings.