Sword Qi stretched across eight thousand miles, hanging amid the clouds.
The stairway rose unimpeded toward the nine heavens, weighing upon the heart.
When Zeng Anmin stepped onto the one hundred and first stair.
The entire sea of clouds churned with sword gleams that sent chills through people's hearts.
"My eyes!!"
"What a piercing sword edge!"
"Is this the might of the Sword Sect?!"
"..."
Below the plaza, countless onlookers had tears stinging their eyes.
Some with weaker cultivation did not even dare raise their heads again.
Buzz!
Zeng Shilin waved his hand casually.
A golden barrier blocked the sharp sensation brought by the sword gleams outside.
"Uncle Zeng, we can feel such intense sharpness even down here. Quanfu is experiencing it directly up there, so I'm afraid..."
Worry showed through Qin Wanyue's exquisitely beautiful face. Her hands clenched tightly around her sleeves, and her words were full of tension.
"My son has quite the bearing of a Confucian Sage. He should be fine."
Golden light circulated in Zeng Shilin's eyes as he looked straight up into the clouds.
What he saw was still Zeng Anmin's calm, unhurried expression.
Seeing this, he waved his hand lightly.
Quite the bearing of a Confucian Sage...
If anyone else had made such an assessment, it would surely have left people speechless.
But when Duke Wenqing, the current Confucian Path Lesser Sage who had personally slain Demon Emperor Xiangliu, said it, no one thought he was merely flattering him.
When Emperor Jianhong heard those words, his eyes narrowed sharply.
Then he raised his gaze toward the sky without betraying anything and asked in an even tone:
"Duke Wenqing, what is that scarlet radiance around Young Lord Zeng?"
After seeing that scarlet light, an inexplicable oppression had risen in his heart.
That was why