Heaven-Opening Sword Intent, One of the Ten Emperor Arts?

The remaining people stared blankly at Qin Wangchuan, their minds filled with extreme horror.

He clearly didn't say it himself... that he wasn't Celestial Person?

But such methods are hardly something an ordinary person could use.

No.

Even true Celestial Person might not be able to achieve such a feat.

Could it be that...

Above the Celestial Person?

Once the thought arises, it can no longer be suppressed.

Fear, like a thin layer of cold water, slowly seeped into the hearts of everyone in the hall.

Although the black-armored assassins behind them were fearless, none of them dared to give the order to attack.

Who knows how many more times this trick can be used?

Qin Wangchuan, the person directly responsible for all of this, was somewhat bewildered.

He slowly withdrew his hand and looked down at his palm.

That Sword Light just now was not intentional.

The moment he raised his hand, the thought had barely formed when an extremely profound feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, the Sword Light fell from above, carrying Heaven-Opening Intent that seemed capable of cleaving the entire world in two.

That is--

"Heaven-Opening Sword Intent"

Qin Wangchuan murmured softly.

Only at this moment did he truly transform the "Heaven-Opening Intent" that had been lingering in his heart into something that truly belonged to him.

With a single-minded will, one can Heaven-Opening.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the system's familiar, headache-inducing notification sound rang in his ears:

[Congratulations, host! You have successfully comprehended "One of the Ten Emperors Method: The Heaven-Opening Sword Intent"!]

[As Discarded Piece exiled by the Chu Clan, the host's ability to comprehend this technique amidst such adversity is truly extraordinary! It's time—return to the Chu Clan and let those fools who abandoned you back then witness your true power firsthand—]

Get lost!

Qin Wangchuan's single sentence directly interrupted the second half of the system.

What Chu Clan?

What exile?

Is this lousy system malfunctioning again?

The slight restlessness that unconsciously crept into his brows, however, was interpreted differently by those in the hall.

I noticed the man's face darken.

The next moment, there will likely be several more bodies shrouded in blood mist.

Gu Hanshan, who had previously advocated recruiting Fan Yuan into the building, was the first to react.

Without much hesitation, he stood up and bowed deeply to Qin Wangchuan.

"I, Gu Hanshan, am willing to serve you as my master!"

"Gu Hanshan! You!"

Someone nearby glared angrily, before they could even utter a word—

Qin Wangchuan's gaze swept over them indifferently.

The man's throat tightened, and the words that were about to come out got stuck in his chest.

Qin Wangchuan didn't say much, only calmly stating:

I'll only say it once.

"Resist, or submit."

"Count down to the last three numbers."

"Those who obey, stand up!"

"Otherwise--"

He paused.

"Kill them all."

As the words "kill them all" were uttered, some people in the hall involuntarily shivered.

That guy is really arrogant.

The problem is, he really has the right to be so arrogant.

"Three."

Qin Wangchuan began the countdown.

The Cultivator was the first to want to refute Gu Hanshan suddenly narrowed his eyes.

The next moment, he quickly gave a wink to several acquaintances nearby.

The meaning is very clear--

They suddenly rose up.

To launch a surprise attack.

At least, it's better than being wiped out one by one.

"Two."

But before he could even make a move...

Zhao Chengyue was the second to stand up.

Even that person was stunned.

It should be noted that if anyone in the hall should break ties with Fan Yuan, it would be Zhao Chengyue.

Zhou Buqi is dead; he was a member of Zhou Buqi's lineage.

He was just thinking about how to seize the sword and kill Fan Yuan.

But at this moment, Zhao Chengyue was very clear about one thing.

He's not stupid.

Whether it's revenge or settling scores later, the prerequisite is to leave this room alive.

With him setting the stage, the few who were still hesitant finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Shen He the third to stand up.

Then came the fourth and the fifth.

"One."

When Qin Wangchuan finished speaking, there was no one left sitting in the hall.

Everyone had stood up.

They have all chosen to obey.

Fan Yuan watched this scene from the side, and after thinking for a moment, he also stood up.

He never imagined in his life that the behemoth that Soaring Tower would fall into his hands in this way.

It's that simple.

This is... unreal.

Qin Wangchuan glanced indifferently at everyone and slowly nodded.

Then, her gaze fell on Fan Yuan beside her.

"From now on, you will be in charge of Soaring Tower."

"Are there any enemies or people you find objectionable in this hall? Name them now, and I can help you resolve the issue."

"Just this once."

"Without asking why."

No questions asked!

Fan Yuan, regaining his senses, had a sudden flash of inspiration.

Apart from Jiang Xuan, who died at the beginning, he might not be afraid of any of the other members of the hall.

Normally, Fan Yuan would probably just laugh it off and say he'd handle it himself.

But at this moment.

He didn't do that.

Because he knew that the master had entrusted the entire Soaring Tower to him not only out of trust, but also by personally handing over this rotten tree that had been decaying for many years to him.

If we continue to act as before, yielding and refusing for the sake of so-called Cultivator's integrity, we will only end up harming ourselves.

In order not to betray this trust.

This was also to truly transform the Soaring Tower.

We must not leave any hidden dangers.

As the thought settled, Fan Yuan slowly raised his head.

His gaze fell directly on Zhao Chengyue.

This person's name is Zhao Chengyue.

"Vicious and cunning."

"Please, sir, make your move."

"Varied...?"

"Etc!"

Zhao Chengyue was struck dumb, and hurriedly spoke:

"Wait, wait, wait!"

"Fan Yuan, I do have some old grudges with you, but so many years have passed, people change, and so do I. Now I can truly call myself an honest and law-abiding person..."

He was only halfway through his sentence.

Zhao Chengyue suddenly realized that he could not move his body.

The kind of person who can't even lift a single finger.

Swish!

The Sword Light descended from above.

Zhao Chengyue, who was standing in the hall crying out for justice, didn't even have time to utter a complete shout before he turned into a cloud of blood mist.

'They all chose to obey, yet they still killed them...'

Everyone in the hall tensed up, lowering their heads in unison, not daring to even breathe loudly, for fear of being spotted by Fan Yuan at any moment.

Looking at the spot where Zhao Chengyue had just stood, Fan Yuan let out a long breath.

He dares to say that he has lived for so many years.

I've never felt so exhilarated.

Is this what it feels like to have someone backing you up?

That was awesome!!

His gaze swept freely across the faces of everyone in the hall.

Ultimately, it fell on Shen He.

Shen He seemed to be suddenly stabbed by something, and abruptly raised his head.

The moment he met Fan Yuan's gaze, he almost instinctively froze.

"No, no, no, no! Fan Yuan!"

"What happened before was really just a misunderstanding!"

"See, didn't I bring your words back to the building exactly as they were?"

"I didn't have a single mischievous thought back then; I did exactly as you said!"

"If it weren't for me, you might not be standing here today—"

"Oh?"

Fan Yuan interrupted him with a single sentence.

"So, you're saying I should thank you?"

A chilling smile curved his lips as he turned to look at Qin Wangchuan and spoke without hesitation:

This person's name is Shen He.

"It was one thing to ambush me before, but they are masters of opportunism and kicking someone when they're down. They always leave their lives to others while pocketing the benefits for themselves."

"Those who kneel today will bite back tomorrow."

"Please, sir, make your move!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

Qin Wangchuan hasn't made a move yet.

Shen He had already made the first move.

Almost the instant Fan Yuan spoke, he secretly channeled all his True Qi to his feet.

Taking advantage of the moment when he said "Please help, sir," he suddenly turned sideways and rushed straight towards the window in the hall that had not yet been noticed by anyone!

"A bunch of idiots!"

"They guarded the door, but forgot to guard the windows!"

"Fan Yuan —you just wait!"

Bang!

The window frame was smashed to pieces.

Shen He's figure, enveloped in wood chips and shards of light, suddenly flew out into the void.

But Qin Wangchuan simply stood still.

Quietly, I gazed at him.

It wasn't until Shen He's figure had already flown into the air, seen the distant mountain shadows, and was already joyfully thinking that he had won his gamble that he finally succeeded.

Qin Wangchuan then had a thought.

It was still that same Sword Light.

A flash of white light.

The person, who was intact just moments before, couldn't even let out a complete scream before exploding into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air.

Blood rained down, falling in torrents.

Qin Wangchuan walked to the broken window.

His gaze passed over the scattered blood mist and landed on a line of undulating mountain peaks in the distance.

The outline of that mountain looked somewhat familiar.

It vaguely resembled one of the buildings I had seen from Li Qingluan's Flying Ship when we first met.

'Do you miss her?'

Qin Wangchuan's heart skipped a beat, but he shook his head again.

Then, he spoke calmly:

"Next."

Fan Yuan ignored the direction in which the figure outside the window had fallen.

He turned around again, his gaze sweeping over the faces of everyone in the hall.

Then, they started calling out names.

With each name uttered, a Sword Light descended.

The first one, relying on the name of Soaring Tower, ran rampant in the countryside and was used to doing evil deeds.

Secondly, he has been bullying his female disciples for many years.

The third, the fourth, the fifth --

They might allow their sons to commit violence, embezzle valuables from the building, or use their positions to secretly collude with outside forces.

These were all things that Fan Yuan had witnessed over the years, but had been powerless to comment on.

But now...

Just call out names.

Then a flash of Sword Light ended his life.

In a short time, half of the people in the Council Hall had disappeared.

The remaining people were deathly pale, barely daring to breathe.

Fan Yuan slowly withdrew his gaze and then swept it over everyone in the hall.

In fact, there are several others whose reputations are not exactly clean either.

But he knew very well what was going on in his heart.

If the killing continues, there will be no one left to do the work at Soaring Tower.

Some people have to stay and keep this building afloat.

As for those accounts...

No rush.

We can calculate it gradually later.

Having made up his mind, Fan Yuan bowed slightly to Qin Wangchuan.

"Sir, that's enough."

Qin Wangchuan nodded slightly.

Without saying anything more, he slowly walked to the broken window.

"Lower your head."

Just two short words.

Before anyone in the hall could even think, they all lowered their heads.

Whoosh--!

A beam of Sword Light swept across the top of the hall.

The entire roof was sliced off by the sword, the beams and tiles collapsed with a crash, and dust billowed into the sky.

When everyone looked up in horror.

The Council Hall no longer has a roof.

It disappeared along with the two floors above it.

Instead, there was a vast sky and a line of undulating mountains in the distance.

Qin Wangchuan stood by the window, his fingertip pointing towards the distant mountain shadow.

"That mountain."

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