I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them?

"My lord, you summoned me?"

Eight-leaf Heavenly Slaughter nodded.

"Congratulations, my lord, for slaying Xu Yan and achieving a great feat in restoring the glory of the Domain!"

The newcomer said with great elation.

The corners of Eight-leaf Heavenly Slaughter's mouth under the mask twitched, feeling the pain intensifying in his palm and shoulder, and even the trace of Sword Dao inside his body seemed to become more unruly at the mention of Xu Yan.

"Xu Yan is not dead!"

"What?"

The newcomer looked shocked; how could Lord Heavenly Slaughter personally fail to kill Xu Yan?

After a moment's thought, he suddenly said, "My lord, did you capture Xu Yan alive? Are you planning to frame another power?"

That's right!

Lord Heavenly Slaughter did not kill Xu Yan; was it to pin the death on another faction?

"I did not capture Xu Yan."

"What?"

The newcomer was shocked again.

"My lord, has Xu Yan become so powerful that even you could not handle him when acting personally?"

Eight-leaf Heavenly Slaughter looked at him coldly and snorted, "What nonsense are you spouting? If I had taken action, young Xu Yan would be easily captured!"

"Then why?"

The other party was perplexed.

"After careful consideration, I felt that capturing and killing Xu Yan was too simple and not conducive to stirring up the storms in the Divine Realm. Thus, after much deliberation, I suddenly thought of a better method than personally striking to kill Xu Yan."

Upon hearing this, the newcomer heaved a sigh of relief. So that was it; he had been startled, thinking that even Lord Heavenly Slaughter could not deal with Xu Yan.

"My lord, what ingenious plan do you have?"

He wondered to himself, this Lord Heavenly Slaughter, always responsible for slaughter, wasn't adept at plotting or strategizing. How had he suddenly seen the light?

And could his plans really be reliable?

Eight-leaf Heavenly Slaughter's gaze held an air of deep calculation, as if concocting profound schemes with everything within his control.

"Kill Yan Ping and pin the blame on Meng Chong. At this moment, the Wanbao Alliance and Meng Chong are bitter enemies, their feud irreconcilable. No matter where Meng Chong goes, he will inevitably be hunted by the Wanbao Alliance.

"At the appropriate time, kill Meng Chong, and then the Wanbao Alliance won't be able to disassociate themselves from the act, facing retaliation from Meng Chong's powerful backers.

"Upon reflection, if Xu Yan were to meet the same fate, it would be even more valuable than if I were to kill him myself!"

The newcomer suddenly understood, but hesitated, "My lord, targeting Meng Chong by the Wanbao Alliance is one thing, but going after Xu Yan as well, could it be a bit…"

"Foolish!"

Eight-leaf Heavenly Slaughter glared at him, as if frustrated with his incompetence, "How can you be so foolish? Is the Wanbao Alliance the only major power in the Divine Realm?

"Is it only the Wanbao Alliance that spans all thirty realms?"

The newcomer twitched at the corner of his mouth, cursing inwardly at being scorned by someone who knew only of fighting and slaying!

"What do you imply, my lord?"

Eight-leaf Heavenly Slaughter's eyes gleamed as though he held all wisdom, "The Battle Hall! Assume that Xu Yan becomes an enemy of the Battle Hall. Hong Ting, a prodigy of the Battle Hall, is in Changyun Realm, and has gone to Duowu Cave to battle. Find the right opportunity, kill him, and blame Xu Yan!"

"My lord is brilliant!"

The newcomer realized his oversight and how he had forgotten about the Battle Hall.

But then he fretted, "My lord, Hong Ting is a prodigy of the Battle Hall with tremendous strength, not comparable to Yan Ping. To kill him, only the Immortal Heavenly Venerable could act; the True King Heavenly Venerable could not accomplish this. And if multiple people attack, it might easily expose the plan, failing to pin the blame on Xu Yan.

"Yet if the Immortal Heavenly Venerable were to act, it would also be easy to trace the kill back to him, similarly failing to frame Xu Yan."

Upon hearing this, Eight-leaf Heavenly Slaughter was momentarily taken aback. How had he overlooked this point?

"Hong Ting is going to Duowu Cave; that is the opportunity. If he is struck by the Fall Witch's Evil Eye, his strength will be greatly diminished, unable to be utilized, isn't that the chance we need?"

"My lord is wise; I will immediately make arrangements!"

Enlightened, the newcomer left excitedly to begin the preparations.

Eight-leaf Heavenly Slaughter exhaled. The fact that he had been defeated and forced to flee by Xu Yan could not be leaked; it would damage his dignity!

"Next, I should seclude myself and find a way to expel this trace of Sword Dao."

He thought to himself.

…

Inside Duowu Cave, a young man wielding twin axes, his body wreathed with Thunderbolt Spirit Light, appeared like a war general who had experienced many battles, his fighting spirit soaring high.

Phut!

The twin axes shrouded in lightning swiftly cleaved a red-haired, copper-eyed individual, whose cheeks were covered with red scales, in two!

Duowu!

The invader of this cave that he had killed was a Duowu, but not the immensely powerful one, rather one of the weaker ilk.

According to the limited information, these weaker Duowu were all offspring of that incomparably mighty one.

Hum!

All of a sudden, one Duowu began to glow, and eyes began to open across their forehead and torso, each releasing a strange light.

Fall Witch's Evil Eye!

Once struck by its gaze, one would become lethargic, enervated, and lose the will to fight.

"Hmph! Let's see if your Fall Witch's Evil Eye can shake my resolve to battle!"

The young man with twin axes snorted coldly, the thunderous spirit light on his body shining even brighter at this moment.

With the axes crossed in front of him, his fighting spirit unbowed, his roar seemed to carry the din of a thousand soldiers clashing.

The Will of Battle!

This was the Martial Arts of the Battle Hall, condensing the Will of Battle; the fiercer the fight, the stronger it became, rising spiritedly against adversity, and the stronger the foes, the more intense the will to fight, fearless of death!

The young man was none other than one of the Battle Hall's prodigies, Hong Ting, who possessed the Thunderbolt Spirit Body and had also condensed the Will of Battle.