Published: March 8, 2025
CHAPTER 113: Weaving Threads (Sixth Update)
“It was a… mysterious figure in black masks…” Xiao Yucheng’s mind was starting to blur.
Xiao Qi pointed his fingers like a sword and pressed one finger against Xiao Yucheng’s forehead, a pure sword intent surged into him, as refreshing as a cool breeze, drenched Xiao Yucheng’s consciousness.
Sword Heart Autumn Water!
This was not just a finger, but a sword!
This sword, however, was imbued with a chillingly clear and awakening power.
Though anyone struck by this sword would have their head smashed into pieces, leaving no hope for survival, it could still support a dying person to say what they needed to say!
This was precisely the method of the emperor of swords!
“Speak!” Xiao Qi commanded in a low voice.
“The mysterious figure in black masks… has a desolate and melancholic aura… came in killing! Killed his way in from the main entrance…” Xiao Yucheng’s spirit jolted as he recalled carefully.
“I asked him what enmity he had… he, he said… the enmity of severing descendants…” Xiao Yucheng spoke haltingly, and Xiao Qi’s expression grew heavier and more solemn, a coldness settling like frost on his face.
“And then… I… I don’t remember anything else…”
Xiao Yucheng finally finished speaking, and the power of ‘Sword Heart Autumn Water’ was about to burst forth, suddenly causing an overwhelming pain, a scream escaped, “Seventh Master… give me a swift end!”
Clearly, he had realized his dire situation.
“Severing descendants… for the sake of severing descendants… for revenge…” Xiao Qi murmured, without looking at the sword in his hand, he thrust it into Xiao Yucheng’s throat.
“Tell Xiao Se one thing… Xiao Se…” On his sharply defined face, deep in thought, he suddenly snorted coldly and said, “Could it be… the Huang Family?”
At that moment, the power of Sword Heart Autumn Water exploded in Xiao Yucheng’s mind, with a loud bang, his head burst apart like a smashed watermelon, completely shattering.
Xiao Qi’s robes billowed, blocking the splattered blood and flesh, still lost in thought.
“The Huang Family people arrived at Ping Sha Ridge this afternoon,” one of the experts beside him said thoughtfully, with a fierce glint in his eyes.
“The Huang Family has the audacity to strike against us here?” Xiao Qi’s sword-like brows furrowed, his gaze icy: “Isn’t that a bit too brazen?”
“When someone is at their wits' end, on the verge of severing descendants, and suddenly discovers the true culprit, anyone would struggle to remain calm,” another person quietly stated.
“If the Huang Family is making a move, then who is coming?” Xiao Qi pondered, saying, “I still find it a bit unlikely… Although the Huang Family is wronged and filled with grief and indignation, making a move at this time isn’t very rational…”
Though he was a sword fanatic, having cultivated to the level of the emperor of swords, his intelligence was beyond doubt. After a moment of thought, he recognized the loophole.
“Moreover, who from the Huang Family could emanate such a desolate and melancholic aura?” Xiao Qi frowned: “That must at least belong to someone from a thousand years ago, who has endured a long period of loneliness and solitude to emit such an aura… and it’s wielded with a sword! Though not of sword emperor lineage, this level of skill could overshadow me, the emperor of swords… who could it be?”
Xiao Qi found himself perplexed, waved his hand: “Send a message to the family, investigate all prominent figures from the Huang Family over the past two thousand years…”
“Understood.”
“Clear this place out, and throw all the bodies into a great fire!”
“Understood.”
“Gather the wealth inside; we’re preparing to set off.”
“Understood!”
Xiao Qi’s gaze was profound as he watched the blazing fire, murmuring: “Why do I feel like there’s a great net falling from the heavens… Is there some great crisis about to emerge?”