Come Fight! This Man Is Sick

Gu Changqing was now ten years old, and the childishness had long since faded from his features.

Though he was not as handsome as Jiang Minghuang, he was still quite pleasing to the eye.

His face was stern, brimming with heroic spirit, and those sword-like brows of his were especially sharp. At ten years old, he had already begun to resemble the Heavenly Emperor he would one day become.

Thus, the moment his face turned cold, even those outside the mirror could not help but feel a chill in their hearts.

If the present-day Heavenly Emperor wore such an expression, corpses would surely be strewn everywhere.

Yet the expression that even Quasi-Emperors and Great Emperors feared held little intimidation for those few cultivators.

The leading male cultivator chuckled. The foot pressing down on Jiang Minghuang's face bore down even harder as he taunted, "What if I refuse?"

Gu Changqing's expression gradually darkened. His aura settled, like a vicious beast that could pounce at any moment.

"Move your foot!"

He did not waste any more words on them. Holding the woodcutter's blade in reverse, he swung it down with a slash.

Rip!

Cold light trembled, and sword aura burst forth.

A smooth, icy edge shot out, streaking straight toward the thigh of the man pinning Jiang Minghuang down.

The male cultivator looked startled. Clearly, he had not expected this ordinary-looking youth to possess such ability.

But he was, after all, a cultivator who had entered the Dao. His reaction was swift, and he abruptly retreated, barely evading that sword aura.

"A sword cultivator?"

The cultivator stared at Gu Changqing in astonishment, a trace of wariness surfacing in his eyes.

Taking the opportunity, Gu Changqing dragged Jiang Minghuang, who lay on the ground like a dead dog, behind him.

He said nothing. He merely lowered his stance, raised the woodcutter's blade, and stared fixedly at his opponent.

"You think that little bit of skill is enough for you to show off before me?"

Having lost face, the male cultivator suddenly erupted into motion and flew forward with a palm strike. The palm seemed to topple the heavens, containing boundless force.

Gu Changqing swung his blade fiercely, sword aura erupting forth.

The blast wave exploded with a roar. That Sword Qi was extinguished in an instant, and Gu Changqing was sent flying backward by the shockwave.

When he crashed onto the ground more than ten zhang away, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

It felt as though his organs had ruptured. His new injuries stirred his old ones, and the pain was unbearable.

The young cultivator's lips curled up as he looked disdainfully at the bedraggled youth.

But very soon, his smile froze.

The next instant, Gu Changqing sprang up abruptly, swung his blade again, and slashed at the cultivator.

The cultivator's face was filled with intense astonishment. He clearly had not expected the youth to rise again, much less still possess the courage to fight him.

But sword aura that could gain a foothold in the forest was, in the end, still unworthy of facing a cultivator who had entered the Dao.

The young cultivator struck out with his palm again.

His vital energy surged like a dragon. Before Gu Changqing could even unleash his sword aura, his body had already been blasted away.

"Nothing but an ant."

The young cultivator did not spare Gu Changqing another glance. Turning his back, he seemed to have lost interest and prepared to leave.

But after only a few steps, he saw his junior brothers and sisters staring behind him in shock.

Turning around, he saw that the battered youth, covered head to toe in blood, had actually stood up once more.

The youth seemed unable even to lift his blade now, yet those eyes of his remained fixed on him.

A mortal as insignificant as an ant had endured two of his attacks and still had the courage to fight again.

At that moment, the young cultivator felt more humiliated than ever before.

"Die!"

This time, the young cultivator held nothing back. He struck out with a palm, unleashing a blast wave and terrifying force that, in an instant, even briefly shattered time and space.

Boom!

This time, Gu Changqing fell to the ground. It seemed his life had been extinguished, and for a long while, there was no movement.

"If you have the ability, stand up one more time and let me see."

The young cultivator smiled indifferently, unable to understand why these two youths were both provoking him like fools.

One was like an idiot, while the other was simply an idiot in the flesh—he would not stop until he was dead.

Did they not understand the gap between mortals and cultivators?!

"Idiots."

The young cultivator could not be bothered to continue tangling with these two lowly idiots and was about to leave.

But at that moment, he discovered that the blood-soaked figure in the distance had actually risen to his feet once more.

His body trembled, his back hunched deeply as though he could collapse at any moment.

Yet his eyes remained utterly resolute.

"Come fight."

A low, rumbling howl escaped his lips.

The young Daoist's eyes widened in shock, while the other cultivators all stared with their eyes bulging, utterly dumbfounded.

"Senior Brother, I think we should leave. This man is sick—seriously sick."

"Yeah. Tangling with an ant like him is truly a disgrace to us cultivators."

The cultivators stared blankly at the bloodied figure. It seemed they had truly been frightened by this fool's willpower; they turned and left without looking back.

A bitter smile hung on Gu Changqing's lips.

Then the world spun around him, and the next instant, he fainted.

Outside the mirror.

The cultivators gazed at the youth in the mirror, whose fate between life and death was unknown, and every one of them was moved.

The future Heavenly Emperor, a peerless monster who had slain a Saint King while still in the Mighty Expert Realm during his youth, had fallen to such a state.

By all reason, they should have felt somewhat pleased.

Yet at this moment, bitterness filled their hearts. As they looked at the Young Heavenly Emperor in the mirror, threads of admiration even began to grow within them.

A feeling welled up in their hearts.

Even like this, Gu Changqing refused to admit defeat. A person like him, with a will like his—if he could not become Heavenly Emperor, then who could?

"Clearly, if he had simply stayed down and refused to get back up, those cultivators would have disdained to bother with him any further. Why did he have to do this?"

Everyone felt somewhat stifled.

No one had expected that the Supreme Heavenly Emperor, who had dominated heaven and earth and suppressed the Three Realms, had once endured such a past.

"The Heavenly Emperor's Dao foundation was shattered, cutting off his path of cultivation. So how did he later reach the heights he stands at today?"

Someone sighed at that moment.

They were all people of profound backgrounds and immense fortune.

From birth, they lacked neither cultivation methods nor ancient inheritances. They had renowned masters to instruct them and resources to nurture them.

Even so, they had found it incomparably difficult to reach their current heights.

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After Mei Gongzi defused Cao Yuwei's attack this time, she did not rush to counterattack. She merely stood where she was.

Cao Yuwei's brows furrowed slightly. Was this little girl's perception truly so sharp? After he had clad himself in flames, he still had other methods at his disposal. If Mei Gongzi had followed up with an attack, he was confident he could use that method to restrain her. But Mei Gongzi had not advanced, forcing the ability he had been poised to unleash to be interrupted.

The battle saber slashed out again, its fierce saber intent several degrees stronger than before. Cao Yuwei moved with the blade, man and saber becoming one as he charged straight at Mei Gongzi.

The Heavenly Secret Plume in Mei Gongzi's hand once again traced a Heavenly Mysterious Circle, and with an instantaneous teleportation, she switched positions. While defusing her opponent's attack, she also broke his lock-on. The next instant, she was already on the other side. A flash of golden-red light flickered across Cao Yuwei's body. Had she dodged any slower, another ability would undoubtedly have descended upon her.

A battle of attrition! She seemed intent on competing with Cao Yuwei in endurance.

Yet no one questioned where this ability came from. After all, the Peacock Demon Race's greatest innate talent was Stellar Transposition. Her technique bore the same wondrous resemblance to Stellar Transposition.

After Mei Gongzi defused Cao Yuwei's attack this time, she did not rush to counterattack. She merely stood where she was.

Cao Yuwei's brows furrowed slightly. Was this little girl's perception truly so sharp? After he had clad himself in flames, he still had other methods at his disposal. If Mei Gongzi had followed up with an attack, he was confident he could use that method to restrain her. But Mei Gongzi had not advanced, forcing the ability he had been poised to unleash to be interrupted.

The battle saber slashed out again, its fierce saber intent several degrees stronger than before. Cao Yuwei moved with the blade, man and saber becoming one as he charged straight at Mei Gongzi.

The Heavenly Secret Plume in Mei Gongzi's hand once again traced a Heavenly Mysterious Circle, and with an instantaneous teleportation, she switched positions. While defusing her opponent's attack, she also broke his lock-on. The next instant, she was already on the other side. A flash of golden-red light flickered across Cao Yuwei's body. Had she dodged any slower, another ability would undoubtedly have descended upon her.

A battle of attrition! She seemed intent on competing with Cao Yuwei in endurance.