Chapter 193: The Sword Emperor's Might! The Tragedy of Zhao Cheng!

Chapter 193: The Sword Emperor's Might! The Tragedy of Zhao Cheng!

"That...that is..."

Looking at Su Changqing, whose demeanor had drastically changed, Immortal Half Dream's face revealed a shocked expression.

Although Su Changqing was covered in blood and his clothes were in disarray, the golden-patterned eyebrows and the youth enveloped in divine golden holy glow gave off an incredibly noble aura.

His every move exuded a calm and domineering demeanor, and he seemed like a completely different person from the gentle Su Changqing just moments ago.

It was as if he had the power to decide the fate of all living beings, like an emperor above all.

At this moment, everyone present was silent, all staring dumbfoundedly at the scene unfolding before them.

Although Xi Men Qingjun's condensed Heavenly Sword was more majestic, Su Changqing's presence made it seem like he was the center of the world.

An indescribable sense of oppressive terror filled the air, causing even the mortals to tremble in awe as if they had encountered an emperor.

At this moment, not only the onlookers but even Wu Jiuling was stunned.

"Changqing, you have such a powerful technique?"

He knew that Changqing was skilled in swordplay, but he had never imagined that Changqing possessed such a terrifying sword cultivation heritage.

It wasn't the power of a divine body, nor the spirit of the Divine Spirit Realm, but a formidable force unleashed by the 'soul'.

Moreover, the strength of this power was undoubtedly on the level of a Great Emperor!

At this moment, the numerous powerful beings in the Guest Hall of Longevity also became uneasy, all looking at Su Changqing with shock on their faces.

Su Changqing had only just entered the Divine Spirit Realm, yet he already possessed two Great Emperor-level inheritances!

Such a terrifying foundation was far beyond that of even the hidden clans.

...

In front of the courtyard.

Xi Men Qingjun felt the indescribable pressure, and his eyes showed disbelief.

Ever since he had cultivated the Heavenly Sword, this was the first time he had been suppressed in the way of the sword.

But suddenly, his eyes flickered as if he had thought of something.

"One sword unsheathed, all swords bow, the Emperor's might appears, and the Sword Heart wails."

"Such a mighty force...even the Heavenly Sword falls short."

Recalling Xi Men Langge's words from not long ago, Xi Men Qingjun suddenly turned to face Su Changqing,

"You are...a descendant of the Sword Emperor Sect!"

Hearing this, Su Changqing raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "It seems the Heavenly Sword still remembers the events of the past."

"Since we've met today, I'll tell you, Heavenly Sword Immortal Mansion."

"Su Changqing, the current Sect Master of the Sword Emperor Sect, will soon visit the Heavenly Sword Immortal Mansion to seek an explanation for the events of the past!"

Xi Men Qingjun's pupils constricted slightly at these words.

He hadn't expected that he had encountered not only a descendant of the Sword Emperor Sect but also the current Sect Master!

This person was even more formidable than Su Mingyu of Sword God Mountain!

"Hehe."

Suddenly, Xi Men Qingjun laughed, and the sword intent around him erupted. A hundred-zhang giant sword above his heavenly spirit shone brightly,

"It's all yours, and it's effortless. Perfect timing, today I'll capture you and present you to my second brother!"

As his words fell, Xi Men Qingjun shouted,

"Heavenly Sword!"

"Slash!"

The hundred-zhang giant sword's sword intent soared, emitting a sword roar that shook the heavens and earth as it descended.

In an instant, sword intent filled the surroundings, and a fierce wind howled.

Su Changqing didn't speak but merely snorted coldly, slightly raising one hand.

"Seal, condense!"

Boom!

Su Changqing's golden-patterned eyebrows erupted with dazzling light, shooting straight towards the heavens like a rainbow.

The divine golden holy glow filled the sky, gathering in Su Changqing's palm like swallows returning to their nest.

In just a moment, a small, lifelike Sword Emperor Seal spun and floated above his palm.

As the seal appeared, it grew in size with the wind, instantly expanding to over a hundred zhang in size.

This seal resembled an emperor's seal, majestic and dignified, with divine golden holy dragons intertwining around it.

However, unlike an emperor's seal, the Sword Emperor Seal was engraved with intertwining sword scars, forming strange patterns like divine Dao art, and various uniquely shaped divine swords emitting boundless sword intent!

This seal seemed to encapsulate the legends of a thousand years of sword cultivation, sealing them alongside the emperor's majesty, radiating the overwhelming might of the Sword Emperor.

In the moment the Sword Emperor Seal condensed, countless swords in the world wailed, and those holding swords in their hands paled.

"Suppress!"

Su Changqing commanded lightly, and in an instant, the hundred-zhang Sword Emperor Seal's sword intent soared, and the divine golden holy dragons roared in anger.

Boom!

The majestic and heavy seal descended like a toppling heaven, slamming onto the Heavenly Sword.

"Buzz!"

A mournful wail of unbearable burden echoed as the Heavenly Sword slid down from the sky, and cracks appeared on its body.

Xi Men Qingjun's face changed dramatically, feeling as if he were carrying an ancient divine mountain, constantly pressing down on him.

"Get up!"

His forehead veins popped, and he shouted, releasing a boundless sword intent.

The Heavenly Sword emitted a loud sword roar, trying to resist the majestic seal.

"Hmph!"

Su Changqing's eyes flashed like lightning, and his golden-patterned eyebrows erupted with dazzling light, emitting a divine-like roar,

"Kneel!"

Boom!

The Sword Emperor Seal's sword patterns lit up, and the strange divine swords emitted terrifying sword intent.

The surrounding divine golden holy dragons roared ferociously, and overwhelming pressure descended.

Crack!

The ground within a few hundred zhang radius collapsed, and the Heavenly Sword, which spanned the sky, suddenly shattered.

The golden seal, like a toppling heaven, slammed onto Xi Men Qingjun's heavenly spirit, covering his terrified face.

"Father, save me!"

Xi Men Qingjun's terrified cry echoed through the heavens.

Only then did he truly understand why his second brother had always been obsessed with the Sword Emperor Sect's inheritance.

It was because the might of the Sword Emperor was too terrifying.

Boom!

Just as Xi Men Qingjun was about to meet his end, a terrifying, illusory figure appeared behind him.

He maintained a calm expression, surveying his surroundings before slowly raising his head to gaze at the horizon.

"Stop."

His words were gentle, but they seemed to carry the power of a command, causing the descending Sword Emperor Seal to tremble violently, yet it couldn't descend even a fraction.

"Not bad sword skills."

He stared at the Sword Seal for a long time before finally speaking.

Just as he averted his gaze, the Sword Seal suddenly shattered.

"Young friend, you are welcome to visit the Heavenly Sword Immortal Mansion in the future."

The illusory figure turned to Su Changqing with a meaningful smile, then lightly waved his sleeve, tearing open the space and quietly departing with Xi Men Qingjun.

He didn't make a move against Su Changqing.

Because there were too many terrifying things on Su Changqing.

...

From Xi Men Qingjun's attack to his defeat and departure, everything happened in an extremely short time.

At this moment, the onlookers in the venue had yet to recover from the terrifying sword duel, only to find that the battle had already ended.

And the result—Su Changqing won again.

This time, there was no commotion, no shock. Everyone silently looked at Su Changqing.

Three battles, three victories!

In the first battle, he used Soul Control Slash to defeat a Liu Family cultivator.

In the second battle, he displayed his Power Mastery Strike, slaying a thousand.

In the third battle, he employed Soul Control to defeat a Heavenly Sword successor!

What is a Supreme Heavenly Prodigy? What is unmatched combat power? In a short distance of three thousand meters, Su Changqing showcased all his skills, astonishing the four directions.

At this moment, whether it was the members of the hidden clans or the cultivators from the Five Regions and Ten Countries, they all looked at the youth with reverence in their eyes.

Everyone understood that as long as Su Changqing remained alive, he was destined to shake the Imperial Road and become renowned across the continent!

"Huff"

Su Changqing didn't know what others were thinking, but after three intense battles, he had exhausted all his means and felt extremely fatigued.

It was the feeling of emptiness after his body, spirit, and soul had been completely depleted.

If someone were to challenge him at this moment, he wasn't sure he could hold them off.

Fortunately, the courtyard gate was right before him.

Su Changqing took a deep breath, gathered his spirits, and slowly pushed open the gate.

As the gate opened, the scene inside the courtyard became clear.

In the not-so-large courtyard, a man stood with his hands behind his back, and not far from him, there was a white skeleton crawling on the ground.

Apart from these two, there was also a woman with hair resembling a bird's nest, her face covered in dust, acting crazy and deranged.

The woman cackled as she squatted by the wall, plucking a small flower and sticking it in her messy hair, then laughed happily,

"Cheng, do I look pretty?"

"Hehe, then you must come and marry me, haha, hahaha."

The woman's crazed laughter echoed as she hopped and skipped around the dry bones.

Upon seeing this, Su Changqing felt a sudden pain in his heart, and his eyes dimmed.

"You've realized it?"

At this moment, the youth in the courtyard looked at the woman and said, "That's my sister, named Liu Qing."

"Since she was young, she has been pampered, dressed in fine clothes, and surrounded by servants."

"Whether it was my father or me, we doted on her, fearing to spoil her, and granting her every wish."

Su Changqing remained silent for a long time before speaking in a low, angry voice, "But she's gone mad! You drove her insane!"

"We drove her mad? Haha, that's a joke."

Upon hearing this, Liu Qing laughed in anger, pointing at the dry bones and saying with hatred, "Qing'er was harmed by him!"

"When Qing'er was young, my father arranged a marriage for her with a direct descendant of a hidden clan, a noble identity, and an extraordinary talent."

"As long as Qing'er married him, she would enjoy a lifetime of wealth and honor, and our Liu Family could also rise further."

Liu Qing's voice was filled with endless rage as he said, "But all the plans were completely ruined by that damn Zhao Cheng!"

"I don't know what kind of love potion Qing'er was given, but she insisted on marrying no one but him?"

"What's so good about him?"

"Identity, status, talent! Everything he has is extremely pitiful, what right does he have to marry Qing'er!"

Su Changqing raised his head and glared at Liu Qing, "But have you ever considered that your sister doesn't want those so-called honors?"

"Or perhaps, it's the Liu Family who wants to climb higher, so they push all the blame onto a weak woman!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Qing laughed, showing no attempt to hide, "As a member of the Liu Family, shouldn't Liu Qing bear some responsibility?"

"Since she enjoyed the glory of her early life, then she should repay the family when it's time to give back!"

"Instead of being willful and choosing a poor boy who brings no benefit to the family!"

"This is her responsibility! It's something that was destined from the moment she was born!"

The conversation in the courtyard spread far, causing many from the hidden clans to fall silent.

As daughters of great families, they seemed to have unlimited splendor, but in reality, they had no freedom at all.

Daughters of the main branch were also an indispensable resource for the family, though no one would admit it, this was the truth.

"Being a daughter of the Liu Family is truly a tragedy."

Su Changqing looked at Liu Qing and calmly said, "I'm not from a great family, and I don't know the rules within them."

"But I've always understood one thing—it's better to rely on oneself than others."

"A family's strength gained by selling daughters and sisters is like a candle in the wind, a flower in the mist, fragile and illusory."

"I firmly believe that even if my teacher and I hadn't come today, your Liu Family was destined to decline."

As he finished speaking, Su Changqing shook his head and slowly walked towards the pathetic dry bones,

"Right and wrong no longer matter now, I'm here today to take my teacher away."

Liu Qing didn't stop him but merely said indifferently, "You can take him away, but you can never avenge his grudge."

Su Changqing's steps halted at these words.

Liu Qing's eyes flashed with ridicule, "When he came to the Liu family, I broke every bone in his body."

"I told him that as long as he could crawl to Qing'er's courtyard, I would fulfill their wishes."

"Ridiculous, he actually took it seriously."

Liu Qing looked at the pile of dry bones and mocked, "He crawled for a long time, probably about three days, right?"

"He actually crawled like a dog and made it there."

"Hmm, I vaguely remember his joyful and expectant gaze, calling me Brother Liu and asking me to fulfill their wishes."

"Hahaha, how is that possible? I was just toying with him!"

Liu Qing's eyes revealed a sinister smile, "In front of Qing'er, at the moment when Zhao Cheng was happiest, I shattered him with a palm strike."

"Shut up!"

Su Changqing suddenly turned his head, roaring with anger, his killing intent surging.

"Hmm, you want to kill me?"

Liu Qing's face was filled with playful intent, and the aura of the King Realm spread around him, "You are very strong, and it's not an exaggeration to say you're unmatched in your realm."

"But dare you lay a hand on me? Can you defeat the King Realm?"

"Hahaha, today you have indeed won, but you will never be able to avenge your senior brother!"

Liu Qing's laughter was slightly maniacal and hysterical.

Because he understood that from this day on, the Liu family was finished.

Su Changqing clenched his fists upon hearing this, his teeth grinding, but his heart was filled with helplessness.

The King Realm, not to mention now, even at his peak, he had no chance of victory.

As expected, today, even if he was reluctant, he could only leave.

But at this moment, a light laughter sounded from the crowd.

"How can I let my junior brother avenge my grudge?"

Su Changqing was startled by these words, Liu Qing's face changed slightly, and the mad Liu Qing also looked fixedly at the dry bones on the ground.

On the dry bones, a faint glow suddenly appeared, and a somewhat illusory figure slowly emerged.

He had a tall and robust figure, with a handsome face.

The moment he appeared, he looked at the madwoman beside him, his eyes filled with tenderness, and said softly, "Wait for me, I'll be with Qing'er soon, so wait for me obediently."

Liu Qing stared blankly at the illusory man in front of her, tears silently streaming down her eyes.

"Is this... obsession?"

The joy in Su Changqing's eyes faded, and his sorrow deepened.

He had seen this obsession before, an indestructible energy in the chest, nurtured over a long time, and when it appeared, it was the end of the Dao.

"Cheng'er..."

Wu Jiuling had arrived in the vast sky at some point, looking at the familiar disciple in the courtyard, his voice trembling, tears streaming down his face.

"Teacher!"

Zhao Cheng shook off his clothes and knelt heavily on the ground, smiling through his tears, "Unfilial disciple Zhao Cheng, from now on, I won't be able to follow Teacher anymore."

"After my wish is fulfilled, I will serve Teacher in the next life."

Wu Jiuling's chest felt suffocated, and he nodded with a trembling lip.

Zhao Cheng slowly stood up, looking at Liu Qing, who was full of disbelief, and sighed softly, "Brother Liu, don't you recognize little Cheng?"

"You..."

Liu Qing pointed at Zhao Cheng with trembling fingers, "You're not dead!"

"Heh, Brother Liu's palm strike shattered my heart and guts, how could I still be alive?"

Zhao Cheng smiled bitterly, "But I couldn't swallow that breath, and I've been living like a ghost, neither alive nor dead, until now."

"A breath?"

Liu Qing heaved a sigh of relief, and then mocked, "Is it because you didn't personally kill me, and you're unwilling to enter the cycle of reincarnation?"

"Kill you?"

Zhao Cheng fell silent for a moment, then spoke softly, "I've never considered Brother Liu as an enemy, even though you once killed me."

"I know you did it for Qing'er's sake, and I know you prioritize the family."

"But you absolutely shouldn't have, after my death, used the matter of our marriage to drive Qing'er to this state of madness!"

Zhao Cheng's eyes revealed sorrow, "This breath, I'm not doing it for myself, but for Qing'er."

"She should be laughing and roaming the mountains and rivers, traveling the world, instead of being confined to this small place, insane and crazy."

Thinking of the lively and playful girl from before, and now seeing the woman with a face full of gloom, Zhao Cheng's eyes filled with even more sorrow.

In the corner, the woman watched Zhao Cheng's gaze, and tears silently fell like rain.

"Hahaha!"

Liu Qing laughed so hard he bent over, tears in his eyes, he pointed at Zhao Cheng and roared,

"You!"

"You weren't my match back then, and now, with just a breath, how can you still fight me!"

Zhao Cheng didn't speak, he just slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Su Changqing.

After a moment of staring, he smiled gently and said softly, "Junior Brother, have you learned the Martial Extreme Saintly Suppression Fist?"

"Senior Brother."

Su Changqing bowed respectfully, and then shook his head with embarrassment, "This technique is quite difficult, I've just barely mastered it."

"Hehe, it's much stronger than when I learned it."

Zhao Cheng praised, and then smiled and said, "First meeting, Senior Brother, I have no valuable possessions."

"Let my lifetime's insights into the Saintly Suppression Fist be my gift."

As he spoke, Zhao Cheng's illusory body burst into light, slowly attaching itself to Su Changqing's body.

At this moment, Su Changqing's eyes were slightly closed, behind him was the tall and illusory figure of Zhao Cheng, emitting a faint glow.

After a short while, both of them opened their eyes and looked at Liu Qing, the overwhelming aura of the King Realm surging.

The youth and the young man, inheriting the same bloodline, their voices resonated with the dominance unique to martial cultivators!

"Today!"

"Shatter his bones!"

(End of Chapter)

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