Chapter 68: Chapter 67: Reckless God and Buddha! Mass Killing!
The illusory figures within the relic started to move.
Each of them gazed intensely, like moths rushing into flames, colliding straight into Chang Qing.
These collisions did not harm Chang Qing at all; instead, each disappearing figure made his aura grow more formidable.
Dazzling golden light illuminated the heavens and earth, Chang Qing held his hands out in the void, welcoming each approaching figure.
To the onlookers, Chang Qing’s stature did not seem tall, yet at this moment, he appeared to tread the heavens underfoot.
The golden symbol glimmered at his brow, though dressed in simple villager’s attire, he exuded an unparalleled nobility.
Witnessing this awe-inspiring scene, everyone present paused in their fight, staring blankly toward the field.
Clearly, their aura was stronger, and they were greater in number.
Yet where Chang Qing stood felt like the center of the universe, involuntarily drawing all eyes toward him.
That indescribable sense of oppression, as if mortals seeing an emperor, left them trembling with fear.
"Zian..."
Su Wenlin appeared beside Su Zian, his eyes shaken as he looked toward Chang Qing, murmuring:
"What kind of terrifying legacy have you sought for Chang Qing?"
Su Zian showed confusion, opening his mouth in silence.
He swore, at first, he simply wanted Chang Qing’s constitution to improve.
But who would have thought...there would be a legacy involved?
Elsewhere.
Shu Han stared blankly at the transformed aura of Chang Qing, shakingly asked:
"Teacher...is this truly my junior brother?"
"Why is such an imperial presence stronger than the sovereigns of ten nations?"
Previously, Chang Qing and Li Qingchen were alike, with bright eyes and genteel aura, evident scholars.
But now, with profound and indifferent eyes and a majestic aura, his every move carried an imperial oppressiveness.
If not for his unchanged appearance, he might well have been two different people.
"He is Chang Qing, but also not."
Li Qingchen gazed at the golden symbol on Chang Qing’s brow, a solemn look flashing in his eyes.
The golden mark surprisingly made even him feel a heart-pounding sensation.
"Sword Emperor Sect... Ancient records might describe it, the pinnacle of Sword Dao from Ancient Times, Sword Emperor’s intent unparalleled in the world."
"Yet...Sword Emperor’s intent should not be this strong."
Li Qingchen furrowed his brow, unable to fathom where the anomaly arose.
"Teacher, what do you mean by this being Chang Qing, yet not Chang Qing? Has he been possessed by someone?"
Beside him, Shu Han was startled by his words, hastily asked.
"Not possession."
Li Qingchen shook his head, looking towards the towering elder figure behind Chang Qing, spoke:
"Chang Qing’s body indeed is temporarily controlled by that Ancient predecessor, but Chang Qing’s consciousness remains."
"However, the predecessor is overwhelmingly powerful, suppressing Chang Qing’s own thoughts, leaving only subconscious presence."
"He will not remember this scene, yet his body’s subconscious can make him recall that pinnacle strength, which greatly benefits him."
Shu Han understood, but just as he was about to ask more, the Buddhist sect made their move.
Chang Qing’s aura grew increasingly powerful, and they certainly wouldn’t just watch idly.
"Teacher!" Shu Han called out in shock.
"No matter."
Li Qingchen shook his head, gazing at the apparition behind Chang Qing,
"This is his final battle with the Sword Emperor Sect, it’s inappropriate for me to intervene."
At this point, Li Qingchen and Shu Han were hidden in the shadows, leaving Fan Yin’s cultivation unable to detect them.
Not only Chang Qing’s surging strength, even if an accident occurred, Li Qingchen could control the scene at any time.
...
"Kill him!"
The Buddhist sect attacked with full force, Buddha light illuminating the skies, heading straight for Chang Qing.
The Su family members were about to advance when a voice mingled with age and youth suddenly resounded through the heavens.
"Where is the sword!"
Boom!
As the words fell, the massive stone stele towering at the relic’s forefront rose with the wind, chunks of stone falling away.
In just a moment, a slender sword sculpted entirely from stone emerged in the sky.
Its design was ancient, with the sword hilt faintly marked by the shining words ’Sword Emperor.’
At the moment of the sword’s appearance, it emitted a resonant sword hum, soaring through the void and landing directly into Chang Qing’s hand.
Boom!
Chang Qing, holding the sword, exuded an even stronger aura, slowly stepping from the void with resolute and powerful steps, as if each stride trod upon the nodes of fate.
"Kill!"
The Buddhist sect roared in rage, overwhelming Buddha light flared, all rushing toward Chang Qing.
Chang Qing’s steps remained steady, his expression unchanged, calmly raising the stone sword in hand, brow’s golden mark flickering, then casually swung down.
The enormous phantom behind him mirrored his actions, slicing the heavens down with a single swing.
Boom!
In an instant, the overwhelming divine golden light condensed into an endless blade, exploding forth.
A domineering intent of self-sovereignty filled the sky!
Where the golden blade passed, the void shattered inch by inch, the Buddhist sect’s attack, fragile as cloth, tore in its wake!
The blade carried an unstoppable momentum, descending instantly into the Buddhist crowd.
Sss!
A rain of blood scattered, more than twenty Buddhist powerhouses were slain in the void.
"This..."
The Buddhist sect members revealed terror, retreating frantically, fear evident in their eyes.
Such terrifying power, it was a slaughter not even within the same realm.
The Su family members also laid down their weapons, watching in shock at Chang Qing advancing with his sword.
"Stand back! I’ll handle this!"
That Arhat of the Buddhist sect forced Fu Bo back with a move, the Great Saint’s terrifying aura shook everywhere, aiming a palm strike at Chang Qing.
The vast Buddha palm splitting the heavens rushed toward Chang Qing’s crown.
Without even looking, Chang Qing surrounded by infinite divine golden light, simply raised his hand in a sword strike!
Sss!
The massive Buddha palm split neatly in two, sliding to either side of Chang Qing with booming sound.
The Arhat’s expression changed, but before he could strike, Chang Qing’s fingertips formed a spell, sending his magnificent Sword Intent roaring forth.
"Emperor’s Sword Seal!"
Boom!
From the depths of the boundless sky emerged ten-thousand zhang radiance, a presence covering the heavens, the Sword Seal marked by myriad spirits and mountains crashed down.
The void suddenly crumbled, the Arhat showing terror, unable to flee before that Emperor’s Sword Seal pressed upon him.
The earth wailed, a fathomless abyss appeared in the field, the Arhat using all his strength to escape found himself coughing up blood.
Without hesitation, he turned to flee, for it was half-step Emperor Level strength, something he could not contend with!
But before he had fled far, an indifferent voice echoed again.
"Domain!"
The divine golden light of ten-thousand zhang erupted, countless Sword Qi crisscrossed through the void!
A world entirely formed by golden sword blades immediately enveloped the Buddhist Arhat.
Ssssss!
The endless Sword Intent within this world surged forth, the Arhat didn’t even utter a cry before vanishing from the world.
Chang Qing didn’t glance at the Arhat, continuing his sword-bearing stride, where the Buddhist sect stood, a sword fell.
Blood rained down, shattered limbs danced.
The Su family members all fell silent, gazing in shock at the young man who appeared as if in a realm without others, slaughtering all around.
At this moment, Chang Qing was unstoppable!