The lightning tribulation brewing in the sky paused as though it had hit a bug, then vanished without a trace, like clouds swept clean by a gale.
The lightning tribulation, so imposing a moment before, disappeared without a trace after Leng Qingsong uttered a single word: "Scram."
This was the three-three lightning tribulation that had brought countless Core Formation Realm cultivators to bitter deaths on the spot. Yet such heavenly might had actually fled outright upon encountering Leng Qingsong?
Leng Qingsong, who had caused all this, descended from the sky. His body had already been filled with sharp sword intent, but now sword intent faintly flowed through his every movement.
This was precisely the manifestation of the Sword Dao entering his body. Once his cultivation stabilized, Leng Qingsong was confident he could casually put even a Soul Departure cultivator to the sword!
Unfortunately, his life-bound sword had not formed, so he needed to find another Heart Sword.
When Leng Qingsong landed on the Flower Boat and saw Chang Xiaoyue with blood at the corner of her mouth, a trace of apology flashed through his eyes. Chang Xiaoyue, however, smiled at him without minding in the slightest.
Then Leng Qingsong took a deep breath and looked toward the couch, at that face that appeared in his memories from time to time.
She was considerably prettier than before, yet she had become utterly unfamiliar. Had he not seen her with his own eyes, Leng Qingsong would never have believed that this elegant, regal girl before him was Xuan'er.
"What does he want?" The old emperor looked at Leng Qingsong, dressed in a white dress on the Flower Boat opposite. He already knew that the girl in the white dress was his own grandson, Leng Qingsong.
"Nothing much. Probably just wants to borrow