The Master of the Sect Is in Trouble. the Young Master Ran Away with His Mortal Enemy.

On the Broken Soul Cliff, the wind is as sharp as a knife. Zhihe, the genius who was famous all over the world in the past, had nine "spirit-sealing nails" pierced through his shoulder blades and collarbones, and he was kneeling in the center of the Zhuxian Platform. The blood meanders along the ancient stone lines, like a flower that is about to wither. Below, there is a dense crowd of people from the four sects. Countless looks include contempt, gloating, and complex expressions of former fellow sects. At the top, her master, the leader of the Broken Truth Sect, Mo Muchi, was dressed in white, with an expressionless face, except for the clenched fists in his sleeves, with his joints glowing blue and white.