A Sword Descends from Heaven

A few moments later, footsteps could be heard outside the door.

Gu Hanshan pushed open the door and entered.

He arrived last, and a lingering restlessness still lingered between his brows.

Upon entering, one's gaze first sweeps over the seating arrangement in the hall—

The hall was full.

Only two seats are left.

One of them is his.

The other one was for Fan Yuan.

Gu Hanshan frowned almost imperceptibly, and the people in the court bowed in greeting.

"Please forgive me, everyone. I had some errands to run and I'm a little late."

"What, Fan Yuan hasn't arrived yet?"

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

Wrong.

Following everyone's gaze, I looked over.

Fan Yuan had already arrived and was sitting by the door.

On the other side, there was a young boy sitting there.

Gu Hanshan's eyelids twitched slightly.

'This atmosphere... is off.'

His gaze swept over everyone in the hall once more.

Everyone sat there silently, even the usually most impatient ones were unusually quiet.

Gu Hanshan's thoughts shifted slightly, and after a moment's consideration, he ultimately remained silent.

He simply walked to his seat and slowly sat down.

At times like these, let whoever wants to be the first to stick their neck out do it.

He won't do it anyway.

Gu Hanshan sat down without saying a word.

This made Zhao Chengyue, who was already holding back his anger, twitch his eye.

He had originally hoped that Gu Hanshan, the newcomer, would speak first to probe the situation, but he didn't expect that the other party would be more composed than anyone else after entering the room and directly distance himself from the situation.

With his idea dashed, Zhao Chengyue's restlessness intensified.

Finally, he could no longer contain himself, abruptly stood up, stared at Fan Yuan, and spoke:

"Fan Yuan, you—"

The words had barely left his mouth when they were abruptly interrupted by a muffled thud.

Bang!

Qin Wangchuan closed the medical book in his hand.

The sound wasn't loud, but it silenced everyone in the hall.

Is it finally time to speak?

All eyes involuntarily fell on him.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Qin Wangchuan slowly stood up and closed the heavy wooden door.

The moment the door closed, it was as if all the sounds from the outside world were shut out as well.

Only after he had done all this did he raise his eyes.

That glance held neither murderous intent nor sharpness.

But when it landed on the people, it felt as if some invisible force was slowly pressing down on them.

Those present were all true high-ranking members of the Soaring Tower; each one a seasoned veteran, accustomed to the ups and downs of life.

But at this very moment, not a single person dared to speak first.

After a long pause, Qin Wangchuan spoke:

"I am Qin Wangchuan."

The very first sentence caused many people's expressions to change slightly.

It's not "My Qin Wangchuan".

Instead, it says, "I am Qin Wangchuan."

They sound like they've only differed by one word, but their meanings are completely different.

"The person you've all been searching for these past few days is me."

Qin Wangchuan's gaze slowly swept over the crowd, his expression calm to the point of indifference.

"I killed the tiger outside Willow Creek Town."

"That branch, I left it too."

"If the Celestial Person you speak of are referring to the person behind this matter, then it is me."

"It's a pity, though."

"I am not Celestial Person."

The atmosphere in the Council Hall changed abruptly as soon as these words were spoken.

Is it him?

As everyone gazed at the young figure standing in the hall, the same thought flashed through their minds almost simultaneously.

Too young.

So young that it's instinctively hard to believe.

But if it wasn't him, how could one explain Fan Yuan's demeanor, those Golden Eyes, or the oppressive feeling that had gripped one's heart just now?

For a moment, no one in the hall spoke.

A few days ago in the Council Hall, when people talked about the word "sir," they were still able to weigh the pros and cons, calculate the gains and losses, and even considered recruiting, exploiting, or swallowing him up.

But when this person actually stood in front of him, those words that had been spoken so easily suddenly got stuck in his throat.

It's not that I'm afraid to think about it.

But no one wanted to be the first to speak.

Qin Wangchuan took in everyone's reactions, but his expression remained unchanged.

It wasn't hard for him to guess what these people were thinking.

Afraid.

Yet they didn't believe it.

Respect.

Yet, they still harbored a glimmer of hope.

So he didn't explain, nor did he bother to prove it.

He simply continued calmly:

"I've come here for only one thing."

"Your influence at Soaring Tower has gone a bit too far."

"It was stretched right in front of me, and it's really bothering me."

"Chopping off your hands will only create more disputes."

"Speaking is just a waste of breath."

"So after thinking about it, I think it's best to use the simplest method."

"From this day forward, Soaring Tower belongs to me."

At this point, Qin Wangchuan's gaze swept over everyone in the hall once more.

Calm.

Calm and composed.

"I've finished speaking."

"You can try to resist--"

"Or obey."

The moment those words were spoken, the hall fell into a Deathly Stillness.

Zhao Chengyue's expression turned even uglier.

He had been thinking about how to capture Fan Yuan, seize the sword, and force him into a corner.

In the blink of an eye, the other party stood directly in the Council Hall and said they wanted the entire Soaring Tower.

As for Jiang Xuan, who was at the head of the table, he slowly narrowed his eyes.

Arrogant.

Absurd.

They are utterly ignorant and arrogant.

He has never been able to reach his current position because of any kindness or benevolence.

He himself has used countless methods, both overt and covert, over the years, to the point that he can't even be bothered to count them all.

As he climbed to the top, he was always the one who suppressed, schemed against, and determined life and death for others.

I never imagined that one day I would be threatened by someone who appeared out of nowhere.

Only at this moment did Jiang Xuan finally understand where that strange feeling from before came from.

The boy sat by the door; he didn't just randomly choose a spot.

Rather, from the very beginning, they never intended for any of them to leave this Council Hall unscathed.

What a brilliant move to trap and beat someone!

But is that even possible?!

The next moment.

He suddenly stood up, his inner True Qi surging, and his robes fluttered without wind.

One palm strike!

Boom--!

The heavy door that Qin Wangchuan had previously closed was actually shaken open by him and swung wide.

A gust of wind swept in, ruffling Qin Wangchuan's loose robes and hair.

"Obey?!"

Jiang Xuan stood at the head of the table, his gaze icy, his voice booming like thunder:

"Even if you are not Celestial Person, you are a true Celestial Person who has come."

"You think you can make us bow down with just a few words?"

"That's ridiculous!"

The moment the words left his mouth.

Outside the Council Hall, under the corridors, behind the beams, and in the hidden chambers, a series of auras simultaneously emerged.

One after another, figures emerged from the shadows.

There were dozens of people, all clad in black armor, exuding a chilling aura.

These people were not ordinary disciples of the tower, but rather Shadow Guard secretly raised by the Soaring Tower.

Taken individually, it might not seem like much.

But once they swarm in and coordinate their attacks, Fan Yuan won't even have a chance to draw his sword.

Faced with such a display, Jiang Xuan slowly raised his eyes.

The boy remained calm, whether feigning it or genuinely unafraid, it was unclear.

But he never had much interest in people who wanted to ride roughshod over him.

He waved his hand casually.

"Kill--"

Before he could finish speaking...

Jiang Xuan's feet suddenly felt heavy.

It was as if some invisible force was pressing down on his body.

At that moment, he couldn't even raise his hand.

His pupils contracted sharply, a warning bell rang in his mind, but before he could even utter a word—

The next moment.

A beam of white light fell from the sky.

Like the Sword Light.

There were no warning signs whatsoever.

There was no prelude whatsoever.

It was just a flash.

Jiang Xuan instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Zhao Chengyue, who was closest to him, suddenly shuddered, and all the color drained from his face.

He subconsciously looked down at the lingering cloud of blood mist beside him.

Jiang Xuan, who was just giving orders in the hall, was gone just like that.

But the floor beneath my feet didn't even have a single crack.

Zhao Chengyue's throat tightened, and then he abruptly raised his head.

The roof above the Council Hall had been completely split open at some point.

A perfectly straight line.

Smooth as a mirror.

How could that be???

Zhao Chengyue was utterly horrified, and his gaze instinctively continued to rise.

The more he looked, the paler his face became.

Although the Council Hall chamber is located at a high altitude, it is not the highest floor of the Soaring Tower.

There are two more floors above it.

In other words--

Something cleaved through two floors before landing precisely here, striking Jiang Xuan without damaging the floor beneath his feet, turning him into a bloody mist.

Zhao Chengyue's face turned deathly pale. He slowly turned his gaze to Qin Wangchuan, who was raising one hand, and his throat tightened.

At that moment, only one thought remained in his mind.

This method...

Is it even possible for a human to do that?