Arson! Pouring Oil

This person is not even twenty years old, yet he is more terrifying than his senior brother, and doesn't care about anything.

His senior brother, Ding Xiu, is not of the Imperial Guard, but an ordinary martial artist. However, his strategy and martial arts are top-tier.

He cares most about money.

As for Su Changqing, he doesn't care about anything. Snow Fatty and Snow Thin are also two very famous brothers within the East Factory.

One was hammered to death, and the other was pierced through the skull with a single saber.

Especially on this journey, they had been following the massive hole that Su Changqing's Azure Dragon Crescent Blade had shattered.

Su Changqing sat down cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, regulating his breathing.

He had been using the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade to break through holes all the way, using the opportunity to temper the Overlord Saber.

In this way, he had successfully cultivated the Heartless Slash.

In this world, opportunities never come knocking casually; they must be pursued.

If he hadn't cultivated the Heartless Slash, that saber strike absolutely wouldn't have been able to force back three masters at the Eighth Level of Xiantian!

If Gongsun Wuji were to attack again.

Even if Su Changqing unleashed his full power and killed them all, exposing the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art, he would have to flee for his life afterward.

Beside him, Zuo Qianhu sat with his eyes closed, his complexion rosy as if painted with rouge, his Sun acupoints constantly bulging. This was the Life-and-Death Gate.

He had forcefully broken through the Life-and-Death Gate within that cave, intending to use the power of the Earth Fiend to kill Gongsun Wuji and the other four.

The Earth Fiend was a completely different realm.

In the Xiantian realm, one could project their True Qi outward.

But in the Earth Fiend realm, one could draw upon the power of heaven and earth. Though they might not move, they could walk on water and treat mountains and rivers as nothing.

The Profound Heaven True Qi was gentle yet domineering, and top-tier for healing.

After meditating for a quarter of an hour, Su Changqing quickly recovered. He stood up, his aura calm.

Jin Yichuan stared blankly, a hint of shock in his heart.

Today, Su Changqing was truly astonishing and exceptionally talented.

Su Changqing strode forward. From the large hole he had created beside him, dozens of Imperial Guards were positioned, their movements grim and deadly, unleashing a volley of arrows.

Below, three eunuchs at the Eighth Level of Xiantian, along with Gongsun Wuji, were holding their ground.

Hundreds of arrows rained down relentlessly, forcing them to raise the corpses of the eunuchs on the ground to shield themselves.

"Scoundrel! Attacking with hidden arrows, do you dare to come down and fight!" Gongsun Wuji said coldly upon seeing Su Changqing's figure.

"Gongsun Wuji, does this cave have no other exits?"

This cavern was incredibly vast, plunging deep underground, almost level with Cloud Dragon Lake. It had originally been carefully chosen by Gongsun Wuji as Zuo Qianhu's burial place.

"No, there's only the large hole this brat blasted open. Another one is three hundred meters above us, leading directly to the mountaintop," Gongsun Wuji replied with a grim expression.

"This brat is too ruthless. As soon as he left the cave, he ordered his subordinates to fire hidden arrows."

The intended burial ground for Zuo Qianhu had instead trapped them.

The hole above was too far, and the hole Su Changqing had opened was constantly being rained upon by arrows. This situation could bury almost all Xiantian realm experts.

The complexions of the three red-robed eunuchs darkened. The East Factory had sent a total of seven Xiantian realm experts today. Not only had Zuo Qianhu failed to be killed, but two others had already perished.

Snow Fatty and Snow Thin had not yet appeared, clearly having also met their demise.

If these three were to die as well, it would likely cause an uproar within the East Factory. Governor Cao would be furious!

"Su Changqing! You shame the name of Guan Gong! Have the courage to let us ascend and fight fairly!" the three eunuchs shrieked.

Su Changqing gazed at them, his eyes calm.

[Name]: Gongsun Wuji
[Realm]: Ninth Level of Xiantian
[Destiny]: Immense Strength (Green), Hammer Saint Possession (Purple)
[Wuxia Script]: Villain of "Flower Burial Martial Saint"
[Affinity]: -95
[Recent Turnaround]: Participated in the ambush of Zuo Qianhu, meticulously planned, and finally broke through a small hole on the far left of the cave, used bone shrinking technique to escape, leaped into Cloud Dragon Lake, and entered the tomb of the Flower Burial Martial Saint.
He learned of Jiang Xingxing's opportunity and, unwilling to accept it, hid in Cloud Dragon Mountain waiting, only to be killed by Jiang Xingxing's Snow Drifting in the Mortal Realm.

"Is the firewood ready?" Su Changqing asked silently, turning to Jin Yichuan.

"There are a full three hundred bundles," Jin Yichuan replied with a smile.

"Then, set it ablaze! Pour the oil!" Su Changqing commanded, waving his hand calmly.

Bundles of dry firewood, smeared with fuel oil, were lit and thrown into the massive cavern below.

Jin Yichuan had discovered the fuel oil in Cloud Dragon Village above, and it was transported over bucket by bucket and poured down.

Instantly, the scorching flames blazed, thick smoke billowed, igniting the corpses of over a thousand people below, turning the scene into a sea of fire.

The scene was so brutal, it made one's heart shudder, unable to look directly at it.

The expressions of the four men changed simultaneously. They glared at the figure clad in ink-black, with Frost Snow at his waist, standing in the large cave.

"You scoundrel, you disgrace your lineage!"

"You call yourself Little Guan Gong?"

"When did I ever claim to be Guan Gong? Wasn't that something you imposed on me? I am just myself, Su Changqing!" Su Changqing gazed at the four, speaking indifferently.

The three eunuchs roared, drew their steel sabers, and stepped onto the cliff face, charging towards Su Changqing.

They were all from the East Factory. With a single saber sweep, they cleared the arrows and advanced with swift strides, truly befitting the Xiantian Eighth Level.

At this critical moment, if they weren't burned to death, they would be suffocated by the smoke. It was better to fight to the death!

Dozens of Imperial Guards' expressions changed. They were merely at the Body Refinement and True Qi stages, a vast gap from the Xiantian realm.

"Get out of the way!" Su Changqing stepped forward, Frost Snow unsheathed, pushing the crowd aside.

He held his saber horizontally in his palm, his eyes as cold as lightning. With a horizontal sweep, the saber sliced through the air.

Frost Snow released icy crystals, its blade radiating unparalleled dominance, pointing directly at the three of them.

Overlord Saber! Heartless Slash!

This saber strike was peerless, astonishingly brilliant. The three men's eyes narrowed. They stood at the edge of the cave, engaging Su Changqing in a contest of strength.

"Scoundrel! You're just using the terrain to your advantage!" one of the eunuchs said coldly.

Su Changqing glanced at him. The Purple Blood Soft Sword was unsheathed, blood-red and emitting an eerie hum.

With a swish, a bloody gash appeared on the red-robed eunuch's neck. Blood spurted out like a fountain, his eyes wide in disbelief.

Su Changqing's red sash at his waist was incredibly eye-catching. Who would have thought it was a soft sword?

His saber slipped from his grasp, his eyes dimmed, and he fell silently, lifeless.

The remaining two eunuchs, who had been fighting from a distance, could no longer resist Su Changqing and could only resist with difficulty, their faces grim.

Su Changqing's eyes were indifferent. He suddenly reversed his posture, performing a "rabbit kicks the eagle" move, kicking out with both feet simultaneously from mid-air. The kicks landed precisely on their chests.

Their chests instantly caved in, and they plummeted into the sea of flames.

"Scoundrel! Traitor! Attacking with hidden weapons!"

"If we get out alive, we will skin you alive and hang your carcasses at the East Factory gates!"

The two still had a sliver of life. They scrambled out of the sea of flames, blood seeping from their mouths, staring at Su Changqing and cursing loudly.

"Continue shooting arrows, pouring oil, and setting fires."

Su Changqing ignored them and calmly addressed the numerous Imperial Guards, who stood there as if turned to clay.

The crowd snapped back to reality and quickly poured oil, threw firewood, and set fires.

Jin Yichuan took a deep breath, looking at this young man, almost speechless.

This was truly a peerless prodigy with unmatched style!

If it weren't for Su Changqing, the Commander of the Suppression Bureau, Zuo Qianhu, would have died today, and the Suppression Bureau would truly be disbanded.

Not only was Cloud Dragon Village annihilated today, but seven East Factory Commanders, the Xiantian-level red-robed eunuchs, were also killed.

He was barely twenty years old, and Jin Yichuan could hardly imagine his future brilliance.