Chapter 740 - 401: Sword and
Chapter 740: Chapter 401: Sword and
"Such a person, isn’t he more popular than your Celestial Evil Cult? Isn’t he the true people’s choice!?
"You all are just a bunch of beasts that trample on the populace while spouting grandiose words."
These words sparked much agreement.
Ouyang Tianxu slightly bowed his head, afraid others might notice his barely contained amusement.
He sensed that Liu Zhaonian wasn’t just ordinarily fond of Chu Qing.
Even with his own son, he wasn’t as generous as he was towards Chu Qing...
No matter what good things he had, he wanted to ladle them into Chu Qing’s bowl.
Those words he just spoke had too many hidden agendas. If he didn’t think it was still not the right time, he might have directly pushed Chu Qing to the position of Lingbei’s local tyrant.
Anyway, now that the Martial Arts Alliance Leader has just been established, with the situation still unclear, he starts by saying the Alliance Leader oversees all affairs of the Lingbei Martial World, and everyone should live under the Alliance Leader’s rule... who could say otherwise?
Judging by the Yao Tai Sect, Liaoyuan Mansion, and Celestial Sound Mansion that Chu Qing currently controls, he already holds half of Lingbei’s Martial World.
And with Profound Mystery Sect missing Zuo Huaifeng, Zuo Zhongtang also has to rely on Chu Qing’s favor.
One could say Chu Qing’s control over Lingbei exceeds half.
Truly, pushing Chu Qing to such a position is not impossible.
But it would surely cause backlash...
After all, there’s still Supreme Sword Sect and Thousand Flowers Sect.
Such backlash might be manageable at other times, but at this moment, it would inevitably breed massive variables.
Thus, Liu Zhaonian’s words are fundamentally just skirting around the real point.
As he pondered, the smile on Ouyang Tianxu’s face suddenly began to fade away.
He suddenly felt this matter might indeed succeed.
But if it truly succeeded... what kind of existence would they be creating?
And what could they ultimately gain?
As these thoughts swirled in Ouyang Tianxu’s mind, nearly everyone present had already made their positions clear.
Throughout the process, the General just listened quietly.
Neither angry nor shaken.
His emotions were calm as water, without the slightest ripple.
It was at this moment that Ouyang Tianxu realized the General was looking at him.
He thought it over, understanding that he was waiting for him to state his position.
He gave a wry smile:
"Since the battle at Celestial Melody City, Liaoyuan Mansion has followed only the young master’s lead.
"Don’t even think about making my Ouyang Family betray our master, even if you’re the greatest person in the world, let alone your evil-deed-filled Celestial Evil Cult!"
"Hmm?"
Liu Zhaonian was taken aback and couldn’t help but glance at Ouyang Tianxu.
Though at Celestial Sound Mansion, Ouyang Tianxu had already handed over the Burning Jade Order, leading the Ouyang Family to fully pledge allegiance to Chu Qing.
But in his heart, he always had his pride.
No matter what Chu Qing wanted them to do, he would comply... but as a noble family, it was impossible for him to butter up Chu Qing.
Yet now... speaking such words in front of the whole world, in front of both righteous and evil masters, wasn’t it akin to sycophancy?
What is this guy truly thinking?
As Liu Zhaonian pondered, Prince Xi suddenly laughed:
"Good, good, good, spineless folks are everywhere under the heaven, but there are only a few with backbone.
"I like how firm your bones are.
"Only, I wonder if your bones are harder, or if the blades of my Celestial Evil Cult are sharper!"
"Prince."
The General suddenly spoke.
Prince Xi immediately fell silent.
The General raised his eyes:
"Once a choice is made, there’s no regret afterward."
With that said, he slowly extended one hand, palm downwards, and a whirlwind instantly formed in his palm.
In less than a breath, the wind suddenly took on a color.
Its color was like blood, muddy, crimson, viscous.
Even from afar, one could sense a nauseating bloody stench.
The blood energy entwined the wind momentum, while the wind momentum instantly mixed with Sword Intent.
Huala la, huala la!
Everyone present, regardless of alignment, any sword user felt their weapons vibrating within their scabbards, sometimes threatening to unsheathe but only emerging two or three inches before retreating.
Yet the threads of sword gleam were caught up in the wind within the action.
In a daze, the previously clear sky suddenly turned into a raging storm; blood clouds reflected across the sky, as if lighting a fire to the heavens, creating a terrifying spectacle.
Simultaneously, a sharp Sword Shadow appeared upon the General.
This was a sword wrapped in endless Blood Intent. Its blade was uneven, mottled, decayed, twisted, as if it had witnessed a hundred battles, yet it was terribly sharp.
The General’s robes billowed despite the absence of wind, his hair danced freely.
His face showed no excess emotion, serene, gentle, without any ill temperament.
But his hand had shifted from palm down to fingers upward.
Bringing his fingers together like a sword, their hue was crimson.
In a fleeting moment, heaven and earth lost color, the Blood Intent illuminating half the sky and the immense Sword Shadow enveloping the General vanished simultaneously.
The General then slowly extended this finger towards Chu Qing.
The Blood Intent True Qi climbed forth, stacking and multiplying, condensing from the void a sword identical to the previous phantom.
This sword was formed from Gang Qi and Inner Strength, and upon its emergence, it wielded thousands of sword edges.
All sword users, in this instant, experienced an indescribable sensation.
As if their swords... were wailing!
Not out of submission, nor fear, nor anger...
But out of lamentation!
This sensation arose from the sword but entered the heart.
And then, looking up, they saw a flash of blood light, the Sword Intent launched from the General’s hand.
Magnificent, haunting, rampant, vicious...
This was a sword indescribable by words, and it was the strongest sword Chu Qing had ever witnessed.
Compared to it, Sikong Yijian’s Sword Technique seemed like a child’s play.
Throughout Chu Qing’s travel in the Martial World, among all those famed for their swords, none could compare to this person in terms of Sword Technique.
Yet for some reason... he felt something was off about this sword!
His eyes narrowed slightly, the sharp edge was already before him in a flash.
Pure as jade, swirling like a dragon, Gang Qi already circled around Chu Qing, enveloping every inch of him.
Buzz!!!!
The Sword Intent pierced in, striking upon Chu Qing’s Undying Golden Body’s Gang Qi Shield, instantly causing intense ripples.
Chu Qing’s eyes locked on, seeing his Undying Golden Body’s pure white Gang Qi tainted with a blood stain.
And for the first time, the Undying Golden Body, which no one had ever shattered directly, seemed at risk of breaking.
This was what Chu Qing saw...
In the eyes of others, the force unleashed in that instant was apocalyptic.
The frightening power instantly blasted everyone other than Chu Qing away, the ground cracked, mountains crumbled, the fierce Sword Intent, were it not for Chu Qing’s barrier, would have long since cleaved into the crowd, capable of slaughtering countless in a moment.
All the masters present had their pupils contracted.
Even Ji Yexue... although she was older, she understood the peril more deeply.
She exhaled slowly:
"Three more monsters like this... exist!"
The four Generals, the one before them named Celestial Kill!
All previous rumors, about striking from outside the city to within in just one move... such outrageous claims became reality at this moment.
If Chu Qing weren’t present, this sword would have shattered their courage completely.
Among the crowd, the young man who faced the four monsters earlier on stage, thought this righteous versus evil battle could make him famous.
But upon witnessing this scene, he suddenly realized.
This opponent was beyond him...
Even those in power among the great influences, facing this sword, had no option but demise.
This was the world’s peak, the most dreadful characters!
Could the young master withstand it?
Never had he felt such anxiety... when his master died, he was sad, not anxious.
And in that very moment.
A ray of light suddenly reflected in everyone’s eyes!
It was an arc of light, like a wheel, like the moon, like a blade!
The crescent moon fell, Sword Light rose, crossing one hundred thousand miles of land.
The Sword Light was as cold as snow, where can you hear the spring rain!?