Mortal Sword Qi Stirs the Heavens and Earth, a Three-Foot Cyan Blade Slaughters Gods in Haste!

Tongtian's pupils shrank as he watched the unbelievable scene of Gu Changqing squaring off against Qiu Shou Xian.

The other disciples could not sense the profound mystery within, but Tongtian possessed keen divine sense and felt it with absolute clarity.

At that moment, an unprecedented and majestic sword momentum, surpassing everyone's imagination, suddenly rose across the arena.

"The way of the sword is foremost known for its fierce and decisive slaughter."

"How could Gu Changqing possess such might?"

A turbulent ocean of shock surged in Tongtian's heart, his thoughts spinning wildly.

He had attained sagehood through the sword itself, and the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords in his hands were existence enough to terrify all the saints of the Xuanmen.

When it came to the perception and mastery of the sword dao, no one could compare to Tongtian.

Precisely because of this, Tongtian's perception was all the more distinct.

Just how astonishing was the sword momentum surrounding Gu Changqing at this moment!

As vast as the sea!

With its towering majesty laid bare.

To find such a thing in an outer disciple was truly a rare sight indeed.

It seems this kid is not as simple as he appears on the surface...

This time, Tongtian muttered involuntarily to himself.

His original casual attitude vanished completely.

A brilliant light flashed in Tongtian's eyes as he sized up Gu Changqing with a meaningful gaze.

This outer disciple, who previously possessed no presence whatsoever, had already drawn the curiosity and attention of a saint.

At the same time, an astonishing thought arose in Tongtian's mind.

The final outcome of this "spar" between the two might shock everyone's glasses.

Not only would Gu Changqing not be heavily injured by Qiu Shou Xian.

On the contrary, under that terrifying and monstrous sword momentum, Qiu Shou Xian actually stood a chance of being counter-killed.

Tongtian even worried that if this kid Gu Changqing were truly drunk, his blood would rush to his head and he would be unable to hold back his hand.

At this thought, Tongtian watched the scene before him with even greater intensity.

Meanwhile, outside Biyou Palace.

Everything in the arena seemed frozen in place.

The crowd watched in complete confusion and bewilderment.

"Senior Brother Qiu Shou Xian, make your move."

"Indeed, finish the spar early so we can continue listening to Master's sermon."

"These two are so bizarre. Senior Brother Qiu Shou Xian was burning with rage earlier, why has he suddenly calmed down now?"

Qiu Shou Xian's completely contrasting attitudes left everyone scratching their heads.

Hearing these words, Qiu Shou Xian wanted to cry without tears, a roar of fury trapped deep in his heart.

What the hell... could he afford not to be calm?

Was the person before him right now just some rotten drunkard? He was clearly a god of slaughter wielding fatal devastation.

Following that, Qiu Shou Xian thought of something else, and his terror deepened.

What?

Could it be that the onlookers outside the field could not sense the vast and mighty sword momentum surrounding Gu Changqing at all?

This required a mastery of the power of the sword dao that reached the point of commanding it like one's own fingers, allowing it to target only a single person while leaving everyone else completely oblivious.

Just what kind of freakish monster was the Gu Changqing before him?

This realization made Qiu Shou Xian increasingly alarmed.

Waves of deathly aura closed in and enveloped him.

Qiu Shou Xian's entire body stiffened, unable to make the slightest movement.

Within his heart, nothing remained except a profound and lingering dread.

Without a doubt, if he dared to make a move, Gu Changqing's fatal strike would undoubtedly descend in an instant, utterly destroying both his body and soul.

His previous arrogant momentum was completely gone, and Qiu Shou Xian dared not harbor the slightest thought of clashing head-on with Gu Changqing's sharp edge.

Right now, figuring out how to break free from that terrifying sword momentum and save his life was the most urgent matter.

It had to be said that Qiu Shou Xian was also a man who knew how to bow and scrape when the situation demanded it.

His expression flickered uncertainly for a moment before he forced out an ugly smile.

"Junior Brother Gu Changqing, you are heavily drunk today and your condition is poor."

"I... I won't take advantage of someone in a vulnerable state. How about we call it a draw and stop right here?"

"We can spar another time when you are sober; it is not too late then."

Though terror and panic already filled his heart, Qiu Shou Xian still put up a stubborn front.

He found such an excuse of "not taking advantage of someone in a vulnerable state" for himself, wanting to gloss the matter over like this.

It was also a forcible attempt to salvage a shred of dignity.

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding onlookers grew even more dumbfounded.

Not taking advantage of someone in a vulnerable state?

Listen to that-was this something Qiu Shou Xian could possibly say?

Everyone knew very well that this fellow had a nature of retaliating for the smallest grievance.

Usually, even if other disciples showed him the slightest disrespect, Qiu Shou Xian would ruthlessly retaliate with extremely vicious methods.

Magnanimous, broad-minded-such descriptions had nothing whatsoever to do with Qiu Shou Xian.

This scene was truly bizarre.

However, upon hearing his words, Gu Changqing had no intention of stopping.

Hiccup... "I haven't even struck a single sword yet, how can I stop?"

"Senior Brother Qiu Shou Xian, since we are sparring, of course we must fight to our heart's content."

Gu Changqing put on an untamed appearance, spirited and brimming with battling intent.

Hearing these words, Qiu Shou Xian's expression instantly froze.

Dammit, he had already offered a way out, yet he never expected this fellow Gu Changqing to remain unmoved and still keep entangling with him.

Moreover, whether it was an illusion or not, Qiu Shou Xian saw a hint of mockery in Gu Changqing's eyes.

The sword momentum filling the sky pressed down upon him, stirring up a terrifying dread of death!

At this moment, Qiu Shou Xian only felt chilled to the bone and every hair on his body standing on end.

In fact, Gu Changqing did this intentionally.

Gu Changqing had long since heard of the various evil deeds Qiu Shou Xian committed on ordinary days.

This fellow frequently fed on the human race.

He merely relied on Tongtian's favoritism to escape any punishment, acting with utter audacity.

However, having lived two lifetimes, Gu Changqing felt the utmost disgust toward this.

Besides, matters having reached this point today, the grudge between the two of them was already forged.

Given Qiu Shou Xian's temperament, if he was not made to feel true terror today, there would undoubtedly be endless future troubles.

Therefore, Gu Changqing showed not the slightest mercy.

As he spoke, the hand seals in his grasp suddenly shifted once more.

"The mortal sword qi stirs the yellow earth, the three-foot azure blade bustles to slaughter gods!"

Immediately, an intangible and formless heavenly sword crossed the void, hanging high above Qiu Shou Xian's head.

The instant this sword condensed into shape, Qiu Shou Xian panicked completely.

He sensed true killing intent.

Once this sword fell, he would no longer have any possibility of escaping or surviving.

In a flash, Qiu Shou Xian could no longer care about so-called dignity, nor did he dare to find any excuses.

"Junior Brother Gu Changqing, spare my life!"

Amidst immense panic, Qiu Shou Xian closed his eyes tightly and directly begged for mercy out loud.

As he spoke, unable to endure that vast sword momentum and pressure, he went thud and dropped straight to his knees.

This scene came with startling suddenness.

Duobao, Zhao Gongming, and all the Jie Sect Disciples wore dumbfounded expressions, staring in astonishment.

What kind of bizarre development was this?

Yet before they had time to ponder this sudden shift in the situation in detail.

Inside Biyou Palace, unusual phenomena suddenly arose once more.

Four immortal swords abruptly soared into the air, tearing through the void and hanging high above Biyou Palace.

Boundless sword light surged, illuminating the entire Golden Ao Island until it shone with brilliant splendor and numinous mystery.

The vast Golden Ao Island was completely enveloped by towering sword qi, endless, vast, and majestic.

Inside Biyou Palace, Tongtian's expression shifted greatly as he felt a sudden epiphany.

"This... such rich profound principles of the Sword Dao."

"The mortal sword qi stirs the yellow earth, the three-foot azure blade bustles to slaughter gods."

"This seat understands!"