Shameless Enough

Su Zhenglong's eyes dimmed again as he listened to these sounds.

Suddenly, Sikong Jing, holding his saber, ignored the arrogant Su Shan and pointed the tip of his blade at Su Xuefeng.

"Su Xuefeng, I've tolerated this until now solely because my father-in-law wanted to gift you a statue. He truly hoped to influence you."

At this point, Sikong Jing shifted his saber tip toward the statue, now reduced to rubble, and declared with a voice laced with intense killing intent, "Now that Yuexi's grandmother's statue has been destroyed by your own hands, you are effectively responsible for Su Shan's death."

"If you are heartless and unrighteous, then I, Sikong Jing, have no need to show you any further courtesy."

His voice, light yet filled with righteous fury, echoed throughout the entire venue. Sikong Jing stood with his saber, his presence exuding overwhelming dominance!

Everyone stared fixedly at Sikong Jing, then erupted into thunderous laughter.

"This criminal truly speaks with a forked tongue. Anyone who didn't know better would think he's a fifth-level Dark Realm cultivator."

"No need to show courtesy? Does he mean to die without courtesy?"

"Su Zhenglong, your son-in-law is truly amusing. He wants to die, but he wants to do so with such grand pronouncements and heroic boasts!"

The last sentence was spoken by Luo Tong.

He couldn't help but clutch his stomach, laughing so hard it hurt.

Su Zhenglong could only offer a bitter smile, while Mei Xiaofang was speechless, cursing under her breath. Seeing her daughter Su Yuexi's miserable state, she couldn't help but start weeping.

Sikong Jing, however, listened to the surrounding voices with cold eyes, unmoved.

Suddenly, his blade pointed forward again, and Sikong Jing declared, "Su Xuefeng, I will now show you the martial skill contained within the Green Jade Slate that you had Su Yun smash with her own hands... Battle Skill: Mad Blade Rage!"

With a low hum, Sikong Jing moved like a thunderclap, his blade like the wild bugle call of a battlefield charge, slashing towards Su Shan.

At this moment, Su Shan was also laughing. However, the instant he felt the power within the blade, his expression drastically changed. He instinctively unleashed the second strike of the Golden Thunder Blades to parry Sikong Jing's Mad Blade.

Boom!

Saber light erupted, scattering in all directions. Sikong Jing, despite only having ninth-level Bright Realm true qi condensed on his blade, sent Su Shan's saber energy exploding outwards.

Su Shan retreated three steps in succession, astonishing the entire crowd!

Sikong Jing landed expressionlessly, and under everyone's horrified gazes, he shouted again, "Su Xuefeng, do you know why I gave you a gift?"

"Because I didn't want my father-in-law to be forced into a conflict with you, his son. I also wished for Yuexi to receive the love and care of her elders and family."

"But you, you refuse to repent!"

As his words fell, Sikong Jing raised his saber once more.

He stared at Su Shan and continued, "Profound Grade Low Tier has its own hierarchy. The Su Clan's Golden Thunder Eight Blades are merely the lowest grade of Profound Grade Low Tier. Now, you will properly witness the strongest Profound Grade Low Tier martial skill."

Saber light flashed, and Sikong Jing attacked with an invincible aura, letting out a roar: "Mad Blade Suppress!"

Su Shan roared back, facing the saber's edge, "No matter how strong your martial skill, you're just a petty Bright Realm cultivator. I refuse to believe... Ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, upon contact with Sikong Jing's Mad Blade, Su Shan felt a sharp pain in his tiger's mouth. The fifth-level Dark Realm true qi was brutally crushed; Sikong Jing's Mad Blade felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He retreated again and again, blood trickling from his tiger's mouth, staring intently at Sikong Jing, who had once again landed on the ground.

The entire venue had fallen silent, the mocking laughter gone. Everyone stared at Sikong Jing with wide eyes, disbelief etched on their faces.

In just two strikes, Su Shan had been defeated repeatedly!

Su Xuefeng was shocked, unable to believe it, his old face flushed red.

Su Zhenglong trembled violently, his jaw slack, his heart surging.

Su Yuexi straightened up in Mei Xiaofang's arms. She saw hope for her husband's survival, saw her husband's invincible demeanor.

"This set of Profound Grade Low Tier battle skills is a battlefield slaughter technique, named Wild Blade Rampage."

Sikong Jing's voice rose again. This set of battle skills was bestowed upon him in his second year in the Great Shang army, when he joined the Elite Battalion. He was only thirteen at the time, yet he rampaged through the ranks with his Mad Blade.

That was when he first revealed his extraordinary talent!

Wild Blade Rampage was the foundation of Sikong Jing's true rise. At that time, the enemy was terrified by the young him.

"Wild Blade Rampage has only six strikes. The extraordinary Martial Intent within the Green Jade Slate was carved by a... unknown fierce general of Great Shang."

Sikong Jing's eyes flashed with pain and longing as he spoke.

He himself was that unknown fierce general.

Within the Great Shang Dynasty, few people outside the imperial city knew him as Sikong Jing. They only knew of the Invincible Divine General, the legendary invincible man, whose name was rarely spoken.

Thinking back now, this might have been deliberately done by Emperor Yan Tianmo, to diminish his reputation.

Putting aside these thoughts, Sikong Jing looked at Su Shan again. "There are four more strikes. I wonder if you can withstand them?"

"The third strike, Mad Blade Annihilate!"

Saber light surged again, its aura seemingly piercing the heavens, slash!

Su Shan gritted his teeth, refusing to believe that a fifth-level Dark Realm cultivator could truly be defeated by a ninth-level Bright Realm cultivator. He unleashed the Golden Thunder Eight Blades frantically.

Boom!

Another roar of thunder. Su Shan's saber's violent golden lightning was shattered, and he let out a cry, falling heavily to the ground.

At this moment, he spat blood and was defeated.

"Xiaoshan!"

At this moment, Su Zhengtao lunged in front of Su Shan, shouting in a mix of agitation and horror.

At the same time, Su Xuefeng also strode over; they could not let them continue fighting, or Su Shan would surely die under the next blade.

"It's a pity you only took the third blade; you really are weak. But Su Zhengtao can take your place just fine." Sikong Jing's gaze locked onto Su Zhengtao—the culprit behind the miserable state of Su Yuexi's family.

Then, Sikong Jing raised his head and said, "Father-in-law, help me block Su Xuefeng."

Su Zhenglong was stunned. Su Shan had already been defeated; did he still want to fight?

Did Sikong Jing mean that he intended to fight Su Zhengtao as well?

He opened his mouth to persuade him otherwise, but under the terrifying momentum radiating from Sikong Jing, Su Zhenglong found himself unable to utter a single word. In the end, he even erupted with true energy, reaching the Human Realm, and moved horizontally to block Su Xuefeng's path.

"Father, since this is a life-and-death duel between the younger generation, you should just watch from the sidelines."

Su Zhenglong's voice was low and resolute. The moment the statue of his mother was destroyed, his heart toward his father had all but died.

Upon hearing this, Su Xuefeng stopped in his tracks, his Human Realm true energy surging toward Su Zhenglong as he coldly commanded, "Get out of the way!"

Just then, Sikong Jing's voice rose again: "Mad Blade Absolute!"

Aiming toward Su Zhengtao and Su Shan, Sikong Jing unleashed his fourth blade with savage force. If any soldiers from the army could see such a Wild Blade Rampage, they would surely gasp in succession.

This was no longer the original blade technique; it seemed to carry the roar of a monster, like claws tearing through the void.

Su Zhengtao's expression turned ferocious. He gripped Su Shan's blade and slashed horizontally. It was still the Su Clan's Golden Thunder Eight Blades, but Su Zhengtao was at the eighth level of the Dark Realm, and his power was far greater.

A series of rumbles erupted, and countless tables and plates in the Birthday Banquet hall shattered.

Su Zhengtao stood coldly, having blocked Sikong Jing's fourth blade without taking a single step back.

"What a fine life-and-death duel, what a fine battle between the younger generation. Could you people be any more shameless?"

Mei Xiaofang's shrill voice rang out at this moment, dripping with sarcasm.

This was simply laughable; they had agreed on a life-and-death duel, yet Su Zhengtao, an elder, had intervened.