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Chapter 4770: Tragedy

Her throat tightened, and she couldn't utter another word.

Ding Yun coldly looked at the woman before him, scoffing, "Before you call me cruel, Madam Long, shouldn't you reflect on yourself properly?"

"You know best what you've done!"

"Yun'er," Long Chuyu wept beside him, tears streaming down his face. "Oh, Yun'er, your brother and your sister are innocent!"

Sikong Fuling curled her lips, then directly used her flute music to interrupt Long Chuyu's pleading.

Meanwhile, Long Xiangyun, Long Hui, and their group, who were on their way to Forgetful River Cold Valley, were subjected to a full-scale assault by Demonic Cult members.

The two sides engaged in a fierce battle on the sea.

The three thousand personal guards Long Hui had brought were largely depleted in the previous battle. Now, being besieged by a fresh force from the Demonic Cult, they were naturally overwhelmed and retreated step by step.

Long Xiangyun's lips were slightly pale. She tightly clutched the Soul Suppressing Pills Qiao Mu had given her, her eyes filled with anxiety, frequently looking at Long Hui, who was currently engaged in battle.

Long Hui was being encircled by three Profound Venerate realm experts, struggling to defend himself.

If it weren't for Ao Hai and his group fighting desperately to protect him, he would likely have been captured by now.

Long Xiangyun could tell that these attackers were extremely ruthless, striking at her brother with lethal intent.

They didn't seem to be there to capture people; they seemed to be there to kill.

Long Xiangyun's pupils slightly constricted as she watched a black-clad figure casually slash Long Hui's arm with a blade.

"Brother!" The moment Long Xiangyun cried out in alarm, two or three rather impolite gazes immediately swept towards her face.

Seeing those few people rapidly flying towards her, Long Xiangyun's heart instantly fluttered with panic.

In her current state, how could she possibly fight anyone? She'd be easily caught.

I can't drag brother down, Long Xiangyun thought. She immediately struggled to get up, leaped directly into the sea, and plunged into the water with a splash.

Long Hui looked back, quickly shouting, "Jiang Song, go quickly and check."

The Dragon Guard named Jiang Song immediately jumped into the water with Long Xiangyun.

At the same time, the entire ship suddenly let out a resonant boom. Several Profound Venerate realm cultivators coldly began throwing divine power pearls at the ship.

Soon, the entire ship was set ablaze.

Long Xiangyun had just surfaced when she was blown away by the scattered shockwaves from the ship.

The last thing she saw was Ao Hai lunging at her brother, taking a blade for him.

However, in the end, that blade, imbued with chilling coldness, still pierced through her brother's chest.

"Brother!" Long Xiangyun was struck in the head by a piece of the disintegrating ship and suddenly sank into the water.

Ding Yun left Ding Ziyan, Long Chuyu, and the others, emerging from the house as the sun began to set in the west.

The evening glow faintly enveloped the horizon, casting a hazy light.

"Look at the good deed you've done," a cold rebuke came from outside the entrance.

Ding Yun looked up, his gaze falling upon a man who had hurried over, wearing a silver ghost mask on his face.

Ding Yun smiled indifferently. "Since the Hall Master has arrived, please come to the side room to talk."

"Sect Master Ding, what you've done is truly dishonest."