Red Python Fights Desperately, Killed in One Sword Strike

Lin Changqing sheathed his sword, his movements as smooth and flowing as drifting clouds and running water.

"This king hasn't finished questioning you yet. Why are you running?"

Red Python clutched his severed arm, blood gushing from between his fingers.

He staggered back two steps. The pain of his severed arm made the veins on his forehead bulge, while his teeth ground together with creaking sounds.

Yet what drove him to despair even more than the pain was the gap in their strength!

They were both Ninth-Rank Martial Saints.

Yet the other party had merely swung his sword casually, and Red Python had not even had time to react.

The gap was so vast that he could not see even the slightest hope of escape.

"I can't get away..."

Red Python squeezed those words through clenched teeth.

He raised his head and looked at the figure standing in midair with his hands behind his back.

There was no mockery in those eyes, nor any disdain—only indifference, as though he were looking at an ant he could crush beneath his foot at any moment.

That indifference enraged him even more than any taunt could have!

He was a dignified Ninth-Rank Martial Saint, the sect leader of the Holy Demon God Sect's Capital Branch Sect, who had roamed the continent for more than two thousand years.

Even if he died, he could not die such a stifling death!

A flash of madness passed through Red Python's eyes.

"I admit defeat today."

He let out a low roar as the Spiritual Power within his body began circulating wildly.

A blood-colored radiance burst from his body, enveloping him completely.

The flesh and blood at his severed right arm began to wriggle.

Bones, blood vessels, and muscles regrew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, an entirely new arm had grown back.

He flexed his newly grown fingers, and his joints crackled sharply.

But Xiao Qianjun could tell that Red Python's aura had weakened considerably compared to before.

Regrowing a severed limb from a wound imbued with the Green Peak Sword's heavy killing intent required a great deal of Spiritual Power. Even for a Martial Saint, it was no small burden.

Yet Red Python had chosen to expend Spiritual Power on healing in such desperate straits. There was only one possibility—he was about to fight for his life!

"Be careful!"

Xiao Qianjun shouted sharply, holding his long saber horizontally before him.

Chen Zhan and Han Yue entered combat stances at the same time, the Spiritual Power of all three joining together.

Red Python slowly raised his head.

His eyes had already turned crimson, while blood energy surged around him.

An even more violent saintly pressure than before erupted from his body, and the ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.

"Burning blood essence?"

Xiao Qianjun's pupils contracted.

Red Python was overdrawing his own life force in exchange for a short-term surge in strength.

The backlash of such a method was extraordinarily severe, but he no longer cared at this point.

Red Python took out a dark-red saber from his Storage Ring.

Its blade was covered in twisted Demon Runes, while dense blood energy coiled around its edge.

Ninth-grade low-tier—Blood Prison Demon Blade.

He gripped the saber with both hands, pouring the blood energy around his body into its blade like madness.

The runes on the blade lit up one after another, and the dark-red light dyed half the alley blood-red.

"Even if I die, I'll make you pay the price!"

Red Python roared hoarsely, transforming into a blood-red afterimage as he charged at Lin Changqing.

The Blood Prison Demon Blade in his hands rose high, the blade radiance gathering upon its edge swelling to dozens of zhang.

"Blood Prison Demon Blade Art—Sea of Blood Buries the Heavens!"

A ninth-grade martial skill erupted with full force.

One slash fell, and heaven and earth changed color!

The dark-red blade radiance transformed into a sea of blood, blotting out the sky and covering the moon as it surged toward Lin Changqing.

Wherever the blade radiance passed, the very space was torn open into streaks of black fissures.

The air was filled with a thick stench of blood that made people want to vomit.

The expressions of Xiao Qianjun and the other two changed at once.

The power of that slash had already exceeded the limit that an Eighth-Rank Grandmaster could withstand.

They might not even be able to endure the aftershock!

"Prince Wu'an, be careful!"

The three shouted in unison.

Lin Changqing stood where he was, watching the overwhelming blood-colored blade radiance sweep toward him.

The corners of his lips even lifted slightly.

"Good."

He gripped the Green Peak Sword at his waist, and the lotus patterns on its sheath lit up with a jade-green radiance.

"Perfect. I'll use you to test the power of the Green Lotus Sword Art."

With a clear clang, the Green Peak Sword left its sheath as Lin Changqing slashed out.

"Green Lotus Sword Art!"

A cyan lotus blossomed in the night sky.

Its petals layered over one another, each one condensed from Sword Qi refined to the utmost limit.

The lotus was initially only three chi wide, but in the blink of an eye, it expanded to several hundred zhang.

It enveloped the entire alley, the whole district, and even the night sky above the entire Capital City!

Cyan light illuminated half of the Capital City.

That enormous Sword Lotus hung in midair, rotating slowly, with suffocating sword intent flowing across every petal.

At that moment.

Everyone within the Capital City raised their heads toward the night sky!

Deep within the Imperial Palace, Su Gan abruptly rose from the dragon throne.

He sensed that sword intent capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Even the Son of Heaven Sword hanging on the wall behind him trembled faintly.

The martial artists throughout the city were jolted awake from their cultivation, staring dumbfounded at the Sword Lotus illuminating the night sky.

"What sword art is that?!"

"It's Prince Wu'an! It must be Prince Wu'an!"

Even those commoners who had been sent home saw that patch of cyan light through their windows.

Everyone held their breath.

Red Python, standing directly beneath the Sword Lotus, felt it more intensely than anyone else.

The sea of blood-colored blade radiance he had unleashed was like a drop of water crashing into magma before the cyan Sword Lotus.

It did not even raise a ripple before being vaporized completely.

Red Python's eyes widened.

He watched the Sword Lotus draw closer and closer.

The bloody light around his body was as fragile as paper paste before that sword intent.

The ninth-grade defensive armor on his body let out a wail of unbearable strain, and fine cracks began appearing across its surface.

"Impossible!"

Red Python let out a despairing roar.

"We're both Ninth-Rank Martial Saints. How could the gap be—"

Before he could finish.

The cyan Sword Lotus crashed down.

All the sword light condensed into a single line and swept through Red Python's body.

That sword was fast to the absolute extreme—so fast that the defensive armor on his body did not even have time to make a sound as it shattered.

Red Python's body froze in place.

A thin crack appeared on the Blood Prison Demon Blade in his hand, then the entire blade snapped in half down the middle.

A thin cyan line appeared upon his forehead, extending from the crown of his head to his chin.

The cyan line grew brighter and brighter.

Red Python's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but his body had already been split into two down the middle.

The instant the sword light swept past, every trace of life within him had been thoroughly extinguished.

The two halves of his corpse fell from the air and smashed heavily onto the ground.

A Ninth-Rank Martial Saint had fallen.

The entire alley fell silent.

Xiao Qianjun stood there gripping his long saber, his mouth hanging wide enough to fit an egg inside.

He looked at Red Python's corpse on the ground, then at Lin Changqing in midair as he sheathed his sword.

His mind buzzed.

One sword.

Only one sword.

An early Ninth-tier Martial Saint who had burned his blood essence and fought desperately, along with his ninth-grade demonic weapon and defensive armor... had been slain by one sword!

Xiao Qianjun took a deep breath, his voice filled with reverence.

"Green Lotus Sword Art... is this Prince Wu'an's true strength?"

The three exchanged glances and saw the same shock in one another's eyes.

They had originally thought that Prince Wu'an would need to exchange at least several moves to take down this sect leader.

After all, he was a Ninth-Rank Martial Saint of the same rank. Even if there were several minor stages between them, he should not have been killed in an instant.

But reality proved that they had overthought it.

Before Prince Wu'an, an Early Martial Saint Stage Martial Saint was no different from an ordinary person.

It was all settled with one sword.

As for the remaining Holy Demon God Sect followers, they had all collapsed to the ground.

Even their sect leader had been slain with one sword. What chance of survival could people like them possibly have?

A core member at the Eighth-Rank Grandmaster realm had his legs go weak and dropped straight to his knees.

His entire body trembled uncontrollably.

He had still clung to a trace of luck just now, believing that their sect leader might be able to force a mutual defeat.

But now, that last trace of hope had been utterly crushed.

Those below the Seventh-Rank Grandmaster realm looked even more ashen-faced, unable to stand steadily.

Just then.

Another powerful saintly pressure rapidly approached from the direction of the Imperial Palace.

A Spatial Rift was torn open in the night sky.

A white-haired elder stepped out from the rift. It was the Sixth Ancestor, Su Tianheng.

Shock still lingered on his face.

He had originally been meditating and cultivating deep within the Imperial Palace when he suddenly sensed a terrifying sword intent coming from the western side of the Capital City.

The sword intent was so powerful and so sharp that even he, a Mid Martial Saint Stage expert, felt his heart palpitate.

He had immediately torn through space and rushed over, wanting to see what had happened.

Then he saw the figure in midair, slowly withdrawing his sword intent, as well as the corpse on the ground that had been cleaved in two.

The Sixth Ancestor's pupils contracted slightly.

Judging from the aura lingering on that corpse, it had belonged to an Early Martial Saint Stage expert!

Moreover, that Demon aura clearly belonged to a Human Race traitor who had defected to the Demons.

An Early Martial Saint Stage human traitor had been killed by one sword.

The Sixth Ancestor suppressed the shock in his heart and landed beside Lin Changqing.

"Evergreen Saint Venerable, that sword intent just now... was it you who acted?" he asked with cupped hands.

His tone carried obvious astonishment.

Even with his Mid Martial Saint Stage cultivation, if he took that sword head-on, his fate would likely not be much better than this man's!

Lin Changqing nodded without denying it.

Xiao Qianjun hurriedly stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"Sixth Ancestor, this is what happened..."

He recounted the entire sequence of events from beginning to end.

After the Sixth Ancestor heard it.

The expression on his face changed from shock to fury.

He looked at Red Python's corpse on the ground, and a chill flashed through his eyes.

"What a Holy Demon God Sect."

His voice was low and cold.

"They actually established a Branch Sect within the Capital City of my Great Yu, and even hid a Ninth-Rank Martial Saint here."

"And your Demon Suppressing Division was actually completely unaware of it!"

Cold sweat beaded on Xiao Qianjun's forehead. He hurriedly bowed and pleaded guilty. "Sixth Ancestor, please calm your anger. This official has failed in his duty!"

The Sixth Ancestor did not pursue the matter further, but his face remained livid.

What enraged him even more was another matter.

"And that Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue."

He snorted coldly, his beard trembling slightly.

"A dignified third-rank official, a Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue entrusted with the court's funds and grain, actually colluded with Demon forces in secret and sheltered these traitors who could not bear the light of day."

"If Prince Wu'an had not acted tonight, who knew how much longer this festering tumor would have lurked within the court!"

He turned to Xiao Qianjun, his gaze sharp as a blade.

"Where is that man surnamed Qian?"

"Reporting to Sixth Ancestor, Prince Wu'an apprehended him on the spot. He is currently being held outside the alley."

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