Su Changqing Battles Jiang Han, Jiang Xingxing

The brother and sister had killed too many people from the Imperial Guard.

The Suppression Bureau alone was already terrifying, but they had twelve divisions with nearly thirty thousand men. What a horrifying number that was! Then there were the Heavenly Gang and Earth Fiend, and the Number One Under Heaven, the Iron Guts God-Marquis.

This would be a pursuit unlike any before.

"What did our Cloud Dragon Village ever do to anyone? They're just asking for trouble!"

"Well said, 'asking for trouble'!"

Spring breeze washes away dust, clouds part, and mist disperses.

A figure strode forward. His eyes, calm as still water, fixed on the brother and sister.

"I heard on Seventh Peak that seventeen women were kept there, all tortured beyond recognition. Don't you know about this?"

Jiang Han frowned at his words. Ji Chufeng had indeed gone too far.

"Do you even know why we became bandits?" Jiang Xingxing, however, didn't seem to care, letting out a cold laugh.

"If the Great Shang had given us a way to live, would we be like this? The eunuch faction runs rampant, the Imperial Guard dogs run wild, preying on the locals. Do you think you are good people?"

Her eyes were sharp and cold, fixed on Su Changqing's handsome face.

"Your Iron Guts God-Marquis has so many Imperial Guards under him. Are they any good either?"

"This is the way of the world. If we had the chance, my brother and I would also trample through the jianghu. Who wants to be a bandit!"

Hearing this, Su Changqing chuckled lightly, his fair fingers gently stroking his crimson sash.

"In this world, everything boils down to reason. Since you siblings wish to argue, I will accompany you."

"If you trample through the jianghu, what difference is there between you and my Imperial Guard? You don't engage in production, so where do you get your money?"

"We rob the rich to help the poor!" Jiang Xingxing said coldly.

"A fine 'rob the rich to help the poor'! Shall I join you too?" Su Changqing said, surprised.

"Someone at Xiantian third level, I thought you were some master, and you want to join us? How laughable!" Jiang Xingxing said with arrogance, letting out a cold laugh.

"Sister..." Jiang Han said after a moment of silence.

His sister's martial arts talent was unparalleled, but she was just too naive.

Su Changqing was clearly mocking them. They had plundered merchants on Cloud Dragon Lake, and what they did was indeed robbing the rich to help the poor.

Trampling through the jianghu and being bandits had no difference anymore.

"One is guerrilla warfare, the other is fixed-point ambush. Is there any difference?" Su Changqing slowly strode forward, shaking his head gently.

With each step, he drew closer to the siblings. Within ten paces, the Thousand Year Golden Silkworm Silk could easily sever their heads.

The Thousand Year Golden Silkworm Silk was a treasure that Lin Xiangyang and his daughter would offer to the Central King's Consort.

Tianfeng Village's Qing Jiang's original Life Script was to dominate Mount Zhenwu for twenty years with his Shadowless Silkworm Silk, renowned throughout the martial arts world and never defeated.

Within ten paces, in close proximity, one could contend with an entire army!

"Dog thief! Of course there's a difference!" Jiang Xingxing said angrily.

"What difference?" Su Changqing moved closer again, speaking softly. "I'm afraid neither of you knows, do you?"

Jiang Xingxing's delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she was about to speak again.

"Wait! Stop!"

Jiang Han saw Su Changqing getting closer and closer to Jiang Xingxing, and his ominous premonition grew stronger.

His expression suddenly changed, and he lunged at Jiang Xingxing. The two rolled and fell to the ground, prostrate.

A golden afterimage sliced through the air, severing several large trees at their trunks, causing them to topple to the ground.

Jiang Xingxing's beautiful, dark hair danced in the air, cut off by an unseen force. She was left with short hair, her entire person now short-haired, lying on the ground, her eyes filled with shock and fear.

If not for Jiang Han, she would have been decapitated.

The two quickly got up, holding their Spring Embroidered Sabers, their faces solemn as they looked at Su Changqing.

Su Changqing's hidden weapons were swift and fierce, making them impossible to discern.

They still didn't know what those things were.

"Impressive," Su Changqing praised softly.

The Thousand Year Golden Silkworm Silk could integrate with True Qi. Within ten paces, it could snap anything, but it had one weakness: it could not come into contact with sharp objects.

When needle tip meets the eye of the storm, the only outcome is mutual destruction.

Furthermore, if one was above the Xiantian Realm and protected themselves with True Qi, they wouldn't have to worry about being injured.

"Imperial Guard dog thief, you are truly shameless!" Jiang Xingxing stared at Su Changqing and said coldly.

"Xingxing, I think I've heard of this hidden weapon before. Thousand Year Golden Silkworm Silk, a peerless hidden weapon of the Tang Sect. It's cultivated by feeding one thousand golden silkworms to each other in a 'gu' ritual. It can channel True Qi and is indestructible. It was once shattered by the Invincible Brat on Mount Tianshan and hasn't appeared in the martial arts world in years!"

Jiang Han looked at his sister and said softly.

"As long as we have our sabers in hand, or protect ourselves with True Qi, this Thousand Year Golden Silkworm Silk will immediately shatter!"

Without True Qi channeled into it, the Thousand Year Golden Silkworm Silk was just ordinary silkworm thread.

Injecting True Qi, while indestructible and swift as lightning, was bound to shatter from contact with Su Changqing's own True Qi already inside.

This was a drawback, but for sneak attacks and killing, nothing was better.

Su Changqing hadn't expected Jiang Han to recognize the Thousand Year Golden Silkworm Silk.

He hesitated no longer, drawing Frost Snow. The blade's aura cut through the sky, his eyes cold as electricity as he fixed on the siblings.

"Enough nonsense. If you dare, come at me. I, Su Changqing, will face you!"

The brother and sister attacked as one, their minds linked, their coordination seamless. Even after their previous fierce battle, they still had plenty of True Qi remaining.

The Spring Embroidered Saber in their hands was also incredibly powerful.

"Overlord Saber, Death God Slash!" Su Changqing's eyes narrowed as he pointed at the siblings.

One slash tore through the sky.

The blade's aura was world-conquering, piercing the nine heavens.

The siblings' eyes narrowed. They combined their strength to block. Su Changqing indeed possessed Innate Divine Strength; their struggle was evenly matched.

Waves of energy rolled and vibrated, the surroundings exploded, and even Cloud Dragon Lake churned with towering waves.

Jiang Han and Jiang Xingxing exchanged a glance, then split apart, attacking again from left and right.

Su Changqing was only at Xiantian Triple Layer. No matter how strong his divine strength, he would eventually tire!

Jiang Xingxing, clad in red, her short hair falling to her shoulders, her red lips alluring, her full figure, and her exposed long legs, slender and truly beautiful.

She kicked out, her red dress billowing, revealing a myriad of charms between her legs.

But the kick was viciously aimed at Su Changqing's chest.

Beside her, Jiang Han glided across the ground, his long saber sweeping, hacking at Su Changqing's thigh.

One attack from above, one from below, left Su Changqing with no room to dodge, driving him into a corner.

"Commander Su, be careful!" Commander Jin struggled to his feet, his face pale, shouting.

It was precisely this kind of attack that had driven him into a desperate situation.

"What is there to fear!"

Su Changqing laughed heartily. The Purple Blood Soft Sword at his waist shot out, held horizontally in his palm.

A pill from his waist flew out, and Su Changqing swallowed it.

It was the Beggar Gang's Nine Revolutions Great Returning Pill, capable of greatly increasing one's cultivation and also a miraculous healing medicine.

Su Changqing had never used it before. Today, in this bloody battle, if not now, then when?

He held the Purple Blood Soft Sword in one hand and Frost Snow in the other. His glistening hair cascaded down, his eyes indifferent, his killing intent like an ocean.

The Purple Blood Soft Sword swept downwards, crimson as blood, coiling around Jiang Han's Spring Embroidered Saber like a snake.

Jiang Han's expression changed. He tried to pull his saber free, but Su Changqing tightened his grip on the Purple Blood Soft Sword. His large hand gathered golden light, brilliant and radiant, its immense strength overwhelming.

He almost forcibly pulled Jiang Han closer, then unleashed a kick, precise and unerring, striking Jiang Han in the chest.

Jiang Han grunted, spitting blood, and was sent flying dozens of meters, crashing through several large trees before falling.

"Big brother!" Jiang Xingxing cried out in worry, tears welling in her eyes, glaring furiously at Su Changqing.

"Imperial Guard dog, I will kill you today!"