Chapter 248: Chapter 193: The Might of the Sword Emperor! Past Events, the Sorrow of Zhao Cheng!_3
"Hahaha, how is this possible? I was just fooling him!"
Liu Qing’s eyes flashed with ferocity, "In front of Qing’er, at Zhao Cheng’s happiest moment, I shattered..."
"Shut up!"
Su Changqing suddenly turned his head, shouted angrily, his heart filled with murderous intent.
"Tsk tsk, you want to kill me?"
Liu Qing had a playful expression, an aura of the King realm spreading, "You are very strong, it’s not an exaggeration to say you are invincible in this realm."
"But dare you make a move against me? Can you defeat a King realm?"
"Hahaha, today you did win, but you will never be able to avenge your brother!"
Liu Qing’s laughter was somewhat manic and hysterical.
Because he knew, starting today, the Liu family... was finished.
Upon hearing this, Su Changqing clenched his fists tightly, his teeth clenched, but his heart was filled with helplessness.
The King realm, even at his peak, there was no chance of victory.
No surprise, today even in unwillingness, he could only leave.
But at this moment, a soft laugh echoed in the arena.
"How can I let my junior brother seek revenge for my own grudge..."
Su Changqing was stunned at the words, Liu Qing’s expression changed slightly, and the insane Liu Qing looked determinedly at the skeletal remains on the ground.
Suddenly, a glow emerged from those skeletal remains, a somewhat illusory figure slowly appeared.
He was tall and powerful, with a handsome face.
Upon appearing, he looked at the insane woman beside him, his eyes showing tenderness, and said softly:
"I’ll be with Qing’er later, wait for me obediently."
Liu Qing stared blankly at the illusory man in front of her, her eyes silently shedding two lines of tears.
"Is this... obsession?"
The joy in Su Changqing’s eyes fell, deepening the sadness.
This obsession he had seen before, an indestructible spirit cultivated over a long time, appearing only when about to dissipate.
"Cheng’er..."
Wu Jiuling appeared in the sky, gazing down at the disciple who was too familiar to be forgotten, his voice trembling, tears streaming down.
"Master!"
Zhao Cheng flicked his robe, heavily knelt on the ground, tears brimming with a smile:
"Unfilial disciple Zhao Cheng, I can no longer follow the master in this life."
"When my wish is fulfilled, I shall serve the master in my next life."
Wu Jiuling’s chest ached, his lips trembled as he nodded.
Zhao Cheng slowly stood up, looked at Liu Qing, who was filled with disbelief, and sighed softly: "Brother Liu, do you not recognize little Cheng anymore."
"You..."
Liu Qing shuddered, pointed at Zhao Cheng, "You’re not dead!"
"Heh, Brother Liu’s palm, devastating the heart and lungs, how could I still live."
Zhao Cheng smiled wryly, "But I couldn’t swallow a breath, living in a state neither human nor ghost until now."
"A single breath?"
Liu Qing sighed with relief, then sneered, "Don’t tell me it’s because you couldn’t kill me that you’re unwilling to reincarnate?"
"Kill you?"
Zhao Cheng was silent for a moment, then said softly: "I never considered Brother Liu an enemy, even though you once killed me."
"I know you did it for Qing’er’s sake, and for the importance of your family."
"But you should never have, after my death, used the marriage agreement to drive Qing’er to madness!"
Zhao Cheng’s eyes showed sadness, "This breath, it’s not for myself, but for Qing’er."
"She should have been laughing freely in the mountains, roving the world, not trapped in this confined space, mad."
Thinking of the lively and charming girl she once was, and now seeing the woman full of despair and madness, Zhao Cheng’s sadness deepened.
The woman in the corner, gazing at Zhao Cheng’s eyes, silently cried like rain.
"Hahaha!"
Liu Qing laughed, bending over, tears in his eyes, pointed at Zhao Cheng, and yelled:
"Just you!"
"You weren’t my opponent back then, and now, with just a breath, how will you fight me?"
Zhao Cheng didn’t speak, just slowly turned his gaze towards Su Changqing.
After a moment of gazing, he gently smiled and said: "Junior brother, have you learned the teacher’s Martial Extreme Sacred Imperial Fist?"
"Senior brother."
Su Changqing bowed with respect, then shook his head in shame, "This technique is difficult, I’ve only just mastered it."
"Haha, much better than your senior brother back then."
Zhao Cheng praised, then laughed softly, "For our first meeting, your senior brother has nothing much to offer."
"Let me share the insights of the Holy Imperial Fist I’ve understood in this life, as a gift."
With those words, Zhao Cheng’s illusory form radiated light and slowly melded with Su Changqing.
At this moment, Su Changqing’s eyes closed slightly, behind him was the tall, illusory form of Zhao Cheng shining faintly.
In just a moment, both of them opened their eyes at the same time to look at Liu Qing, the imposing aura of the King realm soared intensely.
Both young and old, unified in their martial prowess, a voice unique to Martial Cultivators resonated:
"Today!"
"Smash his bones!"