The disciples exchanged confused glances, unable to comprehend why Chu Nan suddenly rushed over.

Chu Nan ascended the arena and discovered that although most of Song Zhen's blood on the stage had dried, a lot remained and hadn't been cleaned up.

"Great!" Chu Nan eagerly took out a small bottle, collected some of Song Zhen's blood, then sprinted away.

He left the disciples bewildered, not understanding Chu Nan's intentions.

After taking away the blood, Chu Nan returned to his room at the foot of Sword Peak.

He retrieved a Blood Drop Throwing Vase from his storage bag, the very Curse Killing Blood Vase.

"Master Sword Venerable, can this vase really kill people from afar?" Chu Nan asked again, somewhat unsure.

After all, a treasure that can kill from afar was truly terrifying.

Kui Guang slowly said, "As long as you have a drop of the enemy's blood, even if thousands of miles apart, you can kill them!"

"But once you start, you can't stop. These three arrows must not miss once, or you will be backfired to death."

"Do you really want to try?"

Chu Nan solemnly nodded, whether it was to solve some troubles for Gu Nianxue or to prevent future revenge from Song Zhen and the Cyan Mountain Sword Sect.

Song Zhen must die!

Unable to act in front of the Ma family, but using this vase to curse, he can silently kill Song Zhen.

The vendetta has already formed, there's no need to leave a chance for the enemy.

This is both for himself and Gu Nianxue, so she can face one less trouble after reaching the Imperial Capital.

"I am ready." Chu Nan took a deep breath and dropped the collected blood of Song Zhen into the Curse Killing Blood Vase.

The vase trembled slightly, and the arrows inside automatically fell into Chu Nan's palm.

Simultaneously, a force suddenly pushed Chu Nan, keeping him ten meters away from the Curse Killing Blood Vase before it stopped.

Chu Nan took out an arrow, preparing to shoot.

Kui Guang then said, "The Curse Killing Blood Vase will resist according to the cultivation of the cursed target."

"You must exert all your strength with each shot, unleash the willpower as if facing a formidable enemy, never relax or show mercy!"

Chu Nan nodded gravely, then performed the Desolate Profound Transformation, showcasing his strongest form.

His muscles tightened, power surged into his arm, murmuring, "The first arrow can solidify one's cultivation, making it difficult to exert full strength."

Whoosh!

The arrow sliced through the air towards the throwing vase.

At this moment, Chu Nan clearly felt a powerful force emerge from the Curse Killing Blood Vase trying to stop the arrow from entering, but his strength was overwhelming. The power of the arrow broke through the resistance of the Curse Killing Blood Vase, successfully entering the vase.

Seeing this, Chu Nan secretly sighed in relief, then took out the second arrow.

"The second arrow can cause the soul to tremble, meridians to reverse, a fate worse than death."

This time, the resistance of the Curse Killing Blood Vase was greater than the first arrow, but Chu Nan managed to shoot it in successfully.

By the last arrow, even with Chu Nan's disposition, sweat beaded on his forehead, and this time he even used Thunder Power to enhance the arrow, making it even more formidable.

"The third arrow causes the soul to scatter and blood to perish!"

If this arrow hits, Song Zhen will surely die, and no one in this world could save him.

But if he fails, it will backfire onto Chu Nan, and he will be the one to die.

Whoosh—

The moment the arrow was shot, a fierce wind rose within the Curse Killing Blood Vase, making the arrow sway, threatening to go off course at any moment.

At this moment, Chu Nan felt as if an invisible ghost was choking him, suffocating and terrifying, yet his gaze showed no fear, still fixated on the arrow aimed at the Curse Killing Blood Vase!

The arrow, imbued with Thunder Power, was more dreadful than the previous two, easily tearing through the gale and landing successfully into the vase.

Everything settled!

"All three arrows have been shot, Song Zhen will die!" Chu Nan exhaled heavily; cursing the enemy, while swift and decisive, also brought immense pressure.

Just now, he felt he could fail at any moment, and this was only to kill someone like Song Zhen. What if aiming to kill someone stronger?

Chu Nan silently decided that the Curse Killing Blood Vase should not be used lightly or shown to others.

Such a terrifying weapon, if known to others, would surely cause chaos and bloodshed.

...

Rumble, rumble!

Not far from Cyan Mountain County, a large flying ship shaped like a wolf's head was speeding through the sky.

As a noble family of the Imperial Capital, they traveled in the family's flying ship, displaying the family's prestige and strength.

Aboard the ship, Ma Liu Niang appeared pleased; once she brought back Gu Nianxue with a special physique, her status in the family would certainly rise.

But Gu Nianxue stood at the stern of the ship, gazing towards the Cyan Mountain Sword Sect, silent for a long time, not knowing when she would see it again.

Gu Qiu stood beside her, sighing and shaking his head.

Meanwhile, in the cabin, Ma Ju was treating Song Zhen's injuries. Though the elixir saved his life, his wounds remained severe.

Song Zhen, pale-faced, cursed continuously, "Chu Nan, I remember this time. When I return to the Imperial Capital, I'll have my father and mother personally come to the Cyan Mountain Sword Sect!"

"I will make them slaughter the Cyan Mountain Sword Sect, flay Chu Nan and pull his tendons, make…"

But halfway through his words, Song Zhen suddenly froze, his cultivation abruptly halted, and a wave of weakness washed over him, his body thudding heavily to the ground.

Ma Ju, seeing this, immediately exclaimed, "My dear grandson, what's wrong with you!"

Soon after, Song Zhen let out a dreadful scream, his veins bulging, eyes bloodshot, rolling on the ground as if enduring unimaginable pain.

"Grandson, what's wrong with you!" Ma Ju panicked, unable to discern the cause of Song Zhen's condition.

As Ma Ju was about to forcefully transfer his cultivation to see if she could alleviate the pain, Song Zhen's body suddenly stiffened, his mouth slightly open, unable to speak.

Finally, his breath extinguished like a candle blown out by the wind...

"Grandson, you can't die, you can't!" Ma Ju, seeing Song Zhen dead, immediately burst into tears, screaming wretchedly.

With Song Zhen's death, everyone on the flying ship was alarmed.

Though Ma Liu Niang disliked Song Zhen, she still came over to inspect, frowning slightly.

Song Zhen's soul had vanished, his body had dried into a withered husk, as if all life had been siphoned away, yet there was no visible trace on him, not even Mar Liu Niang could make sense of it.

Ma Liu Niang shook her head and said, "There's no saving him."

Ma Ju's eyes widened, then immediately filled with rage: "It's Chu Nan, it must be Chu Nan."

"Just now, Song Zhen's injuries were caused by Chu Nan, he must have died because of him."

"We'll go back now, flay and skin that little Chu Nan, avenge my grandson!"

Despite lacking direct evidence, Ma Ju still hoped someone would pay alongside Song Zhen.

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