Chapter 58 - 54: Tonight, a Funeral for Great Liang
Chapter 58: Chapter 54: Tonight, a Funeral for Great Liang
He was dying.
Before death took him.
Xu Han’s life flashed before his eyes.
He...
longed so much...
to see Master Su one last time.
’There was so much he wanted to say to Master Su before he died. Even if he had to die, he wanted to die in Master Su’s arms—the only person who had ever been good to him.’
"Quick!"
"Give me your medicinal blood!"
Seeing that Xu Han was about to die, Emperor Jianwu grew frantic. He wasn’t in much better shape himself. If he didn’t consume it now, there wouldn’t be any medicinal blood left. His fanged maw gaped open as he lunged, ready to tear into Xu Han.
Just then.
The swirling wind and snow fell silent.
"Alas!"
A sigh echoed.
Then.
The sound of footsteps drifted over.
One moment they were a thousand meters away, then a hundred. The next, they were in the heart of the battle. A young man, graceful as jade, appeared, dressed in a Profound Robe as dark as ink. His black hair flowed freely, and a Sword Box was strapped to his back.
Beneath the moon.
This young man stared at the grotesquely exposed Emperor Jianwu, his eyes cold and profound.
"Killing my boy? Did you ask this Eunuch Su for permission?"
The next instant.
The ring of a sword sounded.
The Dust-Washing Sword was unsheathed!
"Master Su, run!"
"He’s a Grandmaster! Even if he’s weakened, killing a Peak First Grade is as easy as flipping his hand! If you don’t go, you’ll die..."
Xu Han reached out, trying to make Su Chen flee, but alas, he no longer had even that much strength.
He was filled with regret.
’Why? Why did I wish to see Master Su one last time before I died? Now I’ve dragged him into this, and he’ll die here too.’
’That’s the Grand Ancestor of Liang!’
"HAHAHA!"
"You!"
"I get it, I get it! Not just Xu Han, I’ll eat you too! I’ll eat you too! That should be enough, right?"
"Even nobodies dare to show their faces now! Xu Han might have burned his life for a quick boost, but at least he’s a Peak First Grade. What are you? A Second-Grade Internal Organ Demon? Or do you have the ’extreme battle power’ of a common First Grade?"
Emperor Jianwu clutched his stomach and roared with laughter. He showed no fear toward the newcomer Su Chen; instead, his mocking laughter only grew wilder as he charged forward even faster.
A mere Second-Grade Internal Organ, a fool who pursues the Triple Extreme Realm. Someone like that, no matter how much of a Demon their talent is, is fated never to cross the threshold of Washing the Five Viscera in their cultivation.
Unable to advance an inch for the rest of their life, they’re practically a cripple.
A Second-Grade of the Triple Extreme Realm at the stage of Washing the Five Viscera is, at best, equivalent to a top-tier common First Grade. And on this frozen land, let alone common First Grades, haven’t enough Peak First Grades—and even those at the absolute Peak—died already?
However.
The next instant.
Emperor Jianwu couldn’t laugh anymore. A look of unparalleled terror appeared in his eyes. A chill ran down his spine, and he was overcome with the urge to turn and flee.
Under the clear moon and bright stars.
Amidst the swirling wind and snow.
The graceful young man controlled his sword with his will. The endless wind and snow gathered into his blade—it was the Wind Snow Sword of the old man in the Purple Robe.
But that wasn’t what terrified him. It was the stance nurtured within the Dust-Washing Sword—the Grandmaster’s Microscopic Position that had appeared as briefly as a fleeting glance before.
"That sword strike was from you?"
"Impossible!"
"How could it be you? That’s the Microscopic Realm, something even I have never touched!"
"A Second Grade could never execute this! The Microscopic Sword Stance requires at least a Peak First Grade to barely control..."
"Wait!"
"This aura... you’ve refined your Internal Organs to the Third Layer, Vital Organ Integration and Qi Merging?"
Emperor Jianwu was horrified beyond belief.
This Demon Grandmaster, a generational talent who would kill gods and slay Buddhas who stood in his way, now didn’t hesitate for a second. Before this sword, he turned to flee.
After killing two Grandmasters in a row, he was an arrow at the end of its flight. Although he was above the absolute Peak, he was no longer in the Grandmaster Realm.
He was no match for this sword strike!
"This sword is called Burial Star!"
"Tonight, with this sword, I shall bury Great Liang! Farewell, Your Majesty the Grand Ancestor."
Beneath the moon.
On this snowy night.
As Emperor Jianwu watched in horror, the world-blotting sword strike tore across thirty li, nearly piercing the entire Imperial Palace as it cleaved down with immense weight.
"No!"
Emperor Jianwu resisted like a madman, but it was like a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot, or a firefly vying with the moon—utterly powerless.
"Which Grandmaster is attacking now?"
"Perhaps the one who unleashed that strike is our Great Liang’s own Demon Grandmaster, the Grand Ancestor!"
"That’s right."
"A strike like that, so absolutely terrifying... it must hold three hundred years of accumulated power. Only His Majesty could possess such mastery of the Sword Dao..."
Far away.
Outside the frozen world of the Imperial City, the First Grade masters dared not take a single step forward. They watched the world-blotting sword strike, their eyes filled with shock.
However.
They didn’t know that this sword strike, born of three hundred years of power, was aimed squarely at the very Demon Grand Ancestor Emperor they spoke of.