Fighting the Thousand Household! Thousand-Year Golden Silkworm Silk

Su Changqing's talent is extraordinary, and with so few people under him, he can only rely on Jin Yichuan. His future achievements are limitless.

"Iron Claw Flying Eagle is Zuo Qianhu's subordinate. Jin Yichuan, are you going to protect this scoundrel?" Tai Long sneered, looking at Jin Yichuan.

Hearing this, Jin Yichuan frowned slightly and looked at Zuo Qianhu, who remained silent and stood in place.

"This..."

"Jin Yichuan, you and I are both Thousand Households. Today is a major event for our Suppression Bureau to subdue Cloud Dragon Lake. How can we let this ruthless young man go with us?" Tai Long sneered, stepping into the great hall. He was huge and ruggedly built.

"You call yourself Little Guan Gong, but loyalty and righteousness don't suit you at all! It's laughable! I will eliminate you to prove the authority of the Suppression Bureau."

Tai Long gradually increased his speed, his tiger-like steps generating wind. He lunged forward with a straight punch, aiming directly at Su Changqing in front of the table.

A gust of wind rushed towards his face, his hair fluttering in the wind.

At the critical moment, Su Changqing finally moved. His eyes narrowed, and he threw a straight punch as well.

Fist against fist!

Bang!

The air waves rolled in, and the surrounding space exploded.

The faces of the Deputy Thousand Households around them changed, and they all retreated.

"Tai Long's cultivation is at the Fifth Level of Xiantian, and he is the second strongest in our Suppression Bureau. Can Su Changqing fight him to a standstill today?" someone's expression changed.

"Does he also possess innate divine strength?"

This scene stunned everyone.

"Well done, Little Guan Gong! Truly extraordinary!" Tai Long laughed instead of getting angry, his cold eyes like lightning as he looked down at Su Changqing.

"Take my Yangtze River Three Waves!"

He stomped on the ground, using the force to propel himself forward. His majestic figure moved with great momentum, without any wasted motion.

Tai Long threw one punch after another, a method of borrowing strength, utilizing his entire body's power.

He already had innate divine strength and was at the Fifth Level of Xiantian, far surpassing Jiang Tianfeng. With each successive wave of his fist, the power became even more terrifying.

The fist winds were fierce and unrestrained, and the Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound was like the roar of a ferocious beast.

The air waves vibrated, forcing Su Changqing to retreat.

"Where do you think you're going! One punch from me is enough to smash you!" Tai Long pursued him, sneering coldly.

Jin Yichuan watched, and Zuo Qianhu also watched. Neither made a move.

Tai Long's value far exceeded Su Changqing's. As a Thousand Household of the Imperial Guard, a third-rank official, he had even met the Divine Marquis before.

Su Changqing had anticipated this. He had heard that Ye Tian, with his Seven Orifices Exquisite Body, had reached the Xiantian Realm at twelve years old and received the true teachings of a Thousand Household. It was highly likely that this Tai Long was the one.

"What Protector Divine Marquis, being loyal to the imperial court, is truly laughable." Su Changqing looked at everyone, sneering inwardly. His steps were swift, like the wind as he moved, his footwork ghostly.

His Four Seasons Cloud Falling Steps had long been mastered. With his Profound Heaven True Qi, practicing various martial arts was like receiving divine assistance.

"How dare you block my punch?"

Tai Long's eyes turned cold, and he attacked ferociously. His hands shattered a giant wooden pillar, and amidst the flying wooden debris, his imposing figure stood, speaking coldly.

"You scoundrel, you used your advantage in reach to chase me in the hall that day. You deserve this predicament today! Teacher, kill him!"

Seeing Su Changqing forced into such a desperate situation, Ye Tian could no longer hold back and shouted.

Ten days ago, he had been chased by Su Changqing, fleeing in disarray. Everyone praised him as Little Guan Gong, while he, Ye Tian, became a laughingstock.

He deserved this today!

"Haha, a stray dog, and you dare to bark in front of me, Su Changqing?"

Su Changqing laughed heartily. His toes landed on the giant pillar, and he circled it, using its momentum to charge directly at Ye Tian.

Ye Tian's face suddenly changed. He drew his Spring Embroidered Saber, intending to fight him.

Su Changqing drew the Purple Blood Soft Sword from his waist. Its crimson blood gleamed like a ray of light, and a shadowless golden thread cut straight through the air.

Ye Tian raised his saber to block the Purple Blood Soft Sword but didn't notice the scarlet blood dripping from the golden thread. He stood there, stunned, his face filled with horror.

"Take your life!" Tai Long had already been provoked by the opponent's evasive maneuvers, and his anger erupted.

He strode forward like a dragon, a punch shattering the air, smashing directly towards Su Changqing's head.

Su Changqing retracted his Purple Blood Soft Sword and met the attack with a punch of his own.

The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill and the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art erupted simultaneously!

His punch was incredibly overbearing, rumbling like thunder, as if enveloped in a brilliant golden light.

With one punch, Tai Long's expression changed drastically. His blood essence surged within him, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his bones even slightly bent.

He stood there frozen, looking at Su Changqing, and roared almost word by word, "Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill!"

Such a heavenly-tier skill was rarely cultivated in the world.

Su Changqing was only on his fourth turn, which should have taken nearly ten years. How old could Su Changqing possibly be?

"Born with divine strength, and now cultivating the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill, this person's Blood Essence is enough to rival a reborn Hegemon King!" Jin Yichuan exclaimed from a distance, his voice filled with shock.

Zuo Qianhu remained silent, observing Su Changqing with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Old man, dare to cross fists with me again?" Su Changqing stared at him, his tone indifferent.

Tai Long froze in place. He hadn't expected this brat to be so terrifying. As for crossing fists again, he truly didn't dare.

"Do you have the guts to fight it out outside?" Tai Long narrowed his eyes.

"What is there for me, Su Changqing, to fear!"

The two fought from inside the hall to outside, their movements grand and unrestrained. Fist winds raged, and waves of energy rolled, sweeping across the vast sky.

Each strike possessed the power to shatter stone and break mountains, as if two giants were engaged in close-quarters combat.

This scene stunned the eyes of over a thousand Imperial Guardsmen from the Suppression Bureau, including Ye Ronghuo, Chen Mo, Zhou Chu, and others.

"Quick, stop them!" Jin Yichuan urged.

"Ye Tian, this matter started because of you. Aren't you going to do something?" he said, looking at Ye Tian with a hint of displeasure.

Ye Tian, however, stood rooted to the spot, his eyes wide, seemingly unwilling to move.

That was until a Deputy Thousand Household went to touch him.

A faint, almost imperceptible bloodstain suddenly appeared on Ye Tian's neck.

With a crack, his large head severed, and blood sprayed three zhang high from his empty neck.

Su Changqing had already beheaded him when he attacked earlier, severing Ye Tian's head right before Tai Long's eyes.

A proud prodigy of the Suppression Bureau, who had just condensed his phenomenon but hadn't even unleashed it, was now dead!

"What terrifying hidden weapon, easily severing the head of someone in the Xiantian Realm. Even I didn't notice," Zuo Qianhu said, walking over quickly, his eyes narrowing.

"Quick, stop them, Tai Long will die!"

Jin Yichuan and the many Deputy Thousand Households, still shocked by Su Changqing's clean and decisive action, snapped back to reality. Their expressions changed simultaneously, and they rushed out at top speed.