The entire academy was drenched in blood, chaos, and darkness. Mo Yan walked forward slowly, without stopping, without blinking, stepping over the fallen corpses scattered everywhere.

  Shen Jichuan and Shee Wen thought Mo Yan had finally listened to them, but the moment Mo Yan manifested his sword's most special and lethal talisman in the air, he created a circle of fire all around them, shocking everyone. This pushed Shen Jichuan back once again.

  Behind him, Yu Sui was still tormented by his own powers, but he tried to stop Mo Yan. He stood up and told Mo Yan to halt, but Mo Yan was consumed by rage. He could tolerate anything, but he would never allow anyone to speak ill of Yu Sui. And just like that, Mo Yan clashed with everyone. In the chaos, his sword sliced several throats.

  Taking advantage of the anarchy, Lin Chaoyuan went directly to Shen Jichuan, acting the part of the victim, and began to pour poison into his ears. He pointed towards Yu Sui and said:

  "Master Shen! That thing is no longer human! He is the devil of the Black Heaven!"

  Master Shen Jichuan listened quietly. But Lin Chaoyuan did not stop. He spoke again:

  "He is a monster! He was cursed from birth. I always wanted to protect this world... from that devil!"

  But Mo Yan overheard this and lunged at both of them. However, Shen Jichuan responded equally. But Mo Yan was completely exhausted from fighting for so long; his body was failing him. Yet, he replied to Shen Jichuan with fury. Yu Sui staggered up behind him, trying once more to calm Mo Yan. He spoke in a broken voice, as if his lungs were torn:

  "Mo Yan, no!... Stop, Mo Yan! You should not be doing this!"

  But then, Shee Wen stepped forward, delivered a sharp kick to Yu Sui, sending him flying backward, and shouted:

  "Stay back, you devil!"

  But Mo Yan had endured too much. He collapsed, vomiting blood right there. His breathing, his heartbeat, everything was failing him. His body trembled. Shen Jichuan also advanced towards Yu Sui, pointing his sword at him and commanding:

  "Don't come any closer!"

  Yu Sui did not care what Shen Jichuan was saying; his entire focus was only on Mo Yan, who was barely breathing. Shee Wen also noticed that Yu Sui was worried about Mo Yan. He immediately drew his sword and placed it against Mo Yan's back, who was leaning on his own sword. Yu Sui was shocked to see this. He reached out to save Mo Yan, but his powers mistook this as a sign to attack. A black, shadowy mass instantly shot out from his hand and struck Shee Wen, sending him flying far away.

  Seeing this, Shen Jichuan's face turned pale. He roared:

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  "How dare you, you vile devil!"

  Sitting below, Mo Yan was still listening. He spoke softly, though blood was still flowing from his mouth due as he had pushed his body past its limits in the fight. Though his voice was very faint, he said:

  "Don't call him that. You are the devil, not him."

  But no one heard this. Shen Jichuan had witnessed too much by now. He turned his sword towards Mo Yan. And at that moment, Mo Yan fell to the ground. His breath became shallow, and his vision blurred.

  Then, Shen Jichuan spoke to Yu Sui in a bitter tone, while Lin Chaoyuan stood quietly behind, watching everything.

  "Go back to where you came from, or the next neck to be severed will be Mo Yan's!"

  All this time, Yu Sui had remained silent, only trying to control himself so that his powers would not hurt Mo Yan. But he understood that they could no longer be together. His true form was exposed to everyone. The world would see him as a devil, no matter how pure his heart was; to the world, he would always be a devil. Yu Sui could not bear the sight of Mo Yan lying helpless. His eyes were constantly streaming with tears. His heart and soul were completely against the decision he was about to make. Yu Sui knew that no matter how much he tried to explain himself, it would be futile, as the world had already branded him a devil.

  Then, for the last time, Yu Sui looked at Mo Yan with tear-filled eyes and said:

  "That you should be exiled because of me. That your right should be snatched away I will not accept this, Mo Yan. Forgive me, but I have no other way to save you."

  He looked up and closed his eyes. He threw his sword down. He began to rise into the air and shouted below, his voice filled with unbearable pain and sorrow:

  "I did not choose this myself! This was not my wish! Whom am I even explaining this to? If the fish in the pond start dirtying the water, then those same fish will one day die because of that filth."

  Saying this, he looked again at Mo Yan, who was watching him, making futile attempts to stop him. Mo Yan was speaking in a faint voice:

  "No, Yu!... Stop! Don't do that!... Come back... I am willing to be exiled, but I want to stay with you."

  Though Yu Sui could not hear this, Mo Yan's eyes conveyed all his pain to Yu Sui without words. Then, Yu Sui closed his eyes and began to chant the spell art to open the Black Heaven's door:

  "Black door, break the heart. Spirits, drag the soul away. Far from the mortal, close to the darkness."

  Yet, Mo Yan, lying on the ground, tried to get up and stop Yu Sui. He cried out in his fragmented voice:

  "No, Yu!.... Don't say that! Stop, Yu!"

  But it was too late.