"Who are you planning to present this item to?"
Qing Jiang held the brocade box in his hand. Inside lay a golden thread, shimmering beneath the sun, yet hidden in shadow like something without form.
Thousand Year Golden Silkworm Silk—what an incredible treasure.
"We planned to present it to the Central King's Consort. Please, sir, let my daughter leave," Lin Xiangyang said hurriedly.
Qing Jiang froze, then suddenly said coldly, "Kill them! Leave no one alive!"
Lin Yuchan stood stunned at the side, her body trembling slightly. In despair, she slowly closed her eyes.
"Father, if we are father and daughter again in the next life, please don't drag your daughter down again..." Lin Yuchan said bitterly.
Lin Xiangyang immediately understood. Staggering backward, he dropped to his knees.
What status did the Central King's Consort possess? Beneath one person, above ten thousand. How could Tianfeng Village dare provoke her?
Since they had already provoked her, there could only be one outcome: uproot them all.
How could there be so many fools in this world? After offending you, would they still send you safely back to the Central King's Mansion?
"Kill!" Qing Jiang said harshly.
In an instant, a Blade Aura tore through the air above his head.
Su Changqing had been gathering strength for a long time, his true qi rumbling like thunder.
Tyrant Blade, Death God Slash!
The Blade Aura was bone-chilling, as though a fierce tiger were roaring deep within the mountains.
Qing Jiang had been about to eradicate the Lin father and daughter when his hair suddenly stood on end. He retreated at top speed.
This slash was incomparably tyrannical. One stroke was enough to sever flesh from bone.
Though Qing Jiang had retreated quickly enough, half his body was still cleaved clean off, crimson blood scattering across the sky.
At the mountaintop, Jiang Tianfeng had been resting beneath a tree as he waited. Seeing this, his expression abruptly changed. He seized the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade and leaped over at tremendous speed.
"Boy, who are you?!"
Qing Jiang glared at Su Changqing as he staggered backward. His hair hung loose as he threw back his head and laughed wildly, blood continuing to pour from him while he felt his life force draining away.
He simply could not accept it.
Was he really going to die just like this?
He had not hesitated to castrate himself and join the Western Depot. He still intended to seize Mount Zhenwu, obtain the Bixie Sword Manual, and dominate the martial world...
Su Changqing said nothing. The Purple Blood Soft Sword instantly slipped from his waist as he strode toward the dozens of terrified Tianfeng Village bandits.
Less talk. Killing one more bandit now would make things easier later.
The Purple Blood Soft Sword was truly formidable, especially now that Su Changqing cultivated the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art.
A faint golden radiance actually covered the demonic purple blade.
The sword was indestructible, and its speed was even more ghostly.
One enormous head after another flew into the air. These bandits were vicious toward ordinary people, but they were no match for Su Changqing at all.
After finishing them all, he bent down to pick up the brocade box and silently looked at Qing Jiang's corpse.
Half of Qing Jiang's body was gone. Even the Nine Revolutions Great Returning Pill could not save him.
This great villain of the Bixie Sword Manual had died before he could even rise, split apart by a single frosty slash.
No matter how many schemes you had, how astonishing your talent, how blessed your fate, or how peerless a prodigy you were, you could never escape death in the end.
"Thank you, Imperial Guard, for saving our lives," Lin Xiangyang said with lingering fear, cupping his hands.
This man wore the flying-fish brocade uniform and carried a long blade at his waist. With the shoulders of a tiger and the legs of a mantis, he was clearly one of the Imperial Guard.
His attacks had been even more tyrannical and ruthless. After killing Qing Jiang with one slash, he had struck again and slain every bandit.
Behind him, dozens of heads were piled into a gruesome mound, blood streaming across the road.
Lin Yuchan trembled inwardly. What kind of ruthless man was this?
She raised her head. Dressed in a white gown embroidered with gold, her features picturesque, she looked at Su Changqing's handsome face in shock. "It's you!"
She recognized him. Back then, he had barged recklessly into the Rouge Shop and offended the female relatives of many Great Shang officials.
"I was ordered to eliminate bandits. You two should leave at once."
Su Changqing looked at Lin Yuchan for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.
"Did the Imperial Guard only send you alone?" Lin Xiangyang looked behind Su Changqing but saw no sign of a large force of Imperial Guards.
"Only me," Su Changqing said.
Lin Xiangyang looked at him, at a loss for words.
One man, one blade, charging alone into Tianfeng Village.
Either Su Changqing's skill had made him fearless, or he had offended someone in the Imperial Guard and been left without subordinates.
"Leave quickly. Jiang Tianfeng is even more terrifying. Benefactor, you are alone, so you must be careful," Lin Xiangyang said as he came to his senses and hurriedly pulled his daughter away.
There was no way he could ask for the Thousand Year Golden Silkworm Silk back now, so he simply gave it to Su Changqing.
I seem to remember... last time, he said his name was Chen Mo...
As Lin Yuchan was pulled away, her bright, deep eyes remained fixed on Su Changqing.
Su Changqing stood on the road with his blade in hand, his sleeves fluttering in the wind. He looked as elegant as jade, his gaze indifferent.
Behind him, those dozens of heads formed a gruesome mound, their eyes wide open as blood flowed freely.
The sight nearly made Jiang Tianfeng's fury erupt, his killing intent surging like the sea.
Nearly a hundred Body Tempering subordinates—this was practically the work of his entire life, as well as the foundation that allowed Tianfeng Village to roam the martial world.
Other than major factions and sects, who could cultivate so many Body Tempering cultivators?
Jiang Tianfeng's eyes were cold as lightning as he strode forward. His footwork was exquisite as well, and he leaped down from the mountainside.
The Azure Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand cut across the sky, pointing directly at Su Changqing.
He had long since reached the ninth level of true qi, his entire body tempered to its peak.
Blade Aura trembled through the air, dazzling to the extreme.
This was a borrowed-force strike, its power surging enough to split mountains and cleave stone.
Su Changqing naturally would not take it head-on. Using the exquisite Four Seasons Cloud Falling Steps, he flashed backward.
At the same time, he flicked his foot, kicking a bloody head toward Jiang Tianfeng.
Jiang Tianfeng had been about to stroke his beard and strike again, but his eyes narrowed. He abruptly withdrew his blade and caught the enormous head with one hand.
His face darkened as he looked at Su Changqing, nearly roaring, "You piled my subordinates' heads into a mound, and now you're kicking them at me?"
"Shameless! How could there be someone as vicious as you in this world?!"
"Of the Lin Family's one hundred and thirty-two members, only Lin Xiangyang, Lin Yuchan, and an old servant remained. Your men even hacked that servant to death. Why don't you look at that?" Su Changqing said coldly.
"Words are pointless!" Jiang Tianfeng said in a cold voice.
"Fine words are pointless. Then take this!"
Su Changqing threw back his head and laughed. With a stomp of his foot, he repeatedly darted forward with the Four Seasons Cloud Falling Steps.
This was the move Scarlet Blood Scholar had used to flee Youyun Workshop that day.
One head after another was flicked up by his toes and hurled at Jiang Tianfeng at high speed.
Jiang Tianfeng was extremely fierce. Wielding his blade in a wild dance, his muscles were powerful, like dark brown boulders.
The Azure Dragon Crescent Blade swept out, its sharpness fully revealed and soul-shaking. Dozens of heads burst apart like watermelons.
"Imperial Guard dog, die!"
He charged out from the rain of blood, black hair flying loose, overbearing and domineering as the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade drove forward and swept aside everything before it.
Su Changqing's eyes narrowed slightly. The secret treasury of Great Emperor Zhenwu and the Profound Heaven True Qi were truly powerful and tyrannical.
Jiang Tianfeng attacked without defending, yet could still deal with every formidable foe!
Su Changqing could only retreat rapidly. With a tap of his toes, he leaped up lightly and landed atop the carriage behind him, looking down at Jiang Tianfeng.
"Dog, if you have the guts, stop running and take my Tiger Fiend!"
"What have I to fear!"
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