Published: March 8, 2025
The expression on Uncle Han's face changed drastically as he looked at Zixie Qing, instantly filled with hostility and fear.
What is the Lan Family, anyway?
This statement is a taboo in the Nine Heavens! Very few dare to speak it, even the strongest from other clans among the nine great clans wouldn’t dare to utter such words.
This sentence had almost never appeared on this continent.
But it finally emerged today.
With boundless disdain and contempt, it was casually spoken from the lips of an extraordinarily beautiful woman.
As these words left her mouth, Lan Ruoyun's face turned ashen!
Since this woman so openly disregards the Lan Family, isn’t it certain that if she captures me today, I will surely die?
Uncle Han struggled to ask, “May I know who you are, and do you have any past ties with our Lan Family?”
Zixie Qing simply shook her head, “None!”
Uncle Han forced a laugh, “We are all people of the martial arts world, we meet each other frequently; as the saying goes, two mountains can never meet, but two people are bound to encounter one another. With your cultivation level, you must possess an endless capacity and demeanor. Why bother to be so concerned about a little misunderstanding from the younger generation? If you could just lift your hand, this matter might be resolved. Our Lan Family will always be grateful! Wouldn’t it be better to be friends than enemies?”
Zixie Qing chuckled lightly, “If I did not possess such a cultivation level today, would this misunderstanding still exist?”
Uncle Han was left speechless.
What if there was no such cultivation level?
If there was no such cultivation level, you would have already been taken to bed by Young Master Seven and played with as you wished… would there even be a misunderstanding left?
But, of course, that was a statement that could never be uttered.
At this point, there was truly no need to continue the conversation.
Uncle Han took a deep breath, his gaze sharpened, and declared, “If that is the case, then please release Young Master Seven, and let us fight fairly! According to the rules of the martial arts world, the victor takes all! How about it?”
He puffed out his chest, a wave of battle intent surging forth.
However, he felt quite helpless inside; the opponent's cultivation level was unfathomable; he could only use this method to ensure Young Master Seven's escape, but he himself would fall into danger… and he still didn’t know if the opponent would agree.
Zixie Qing smiled slyly, “You want him to escape first?”
Before she finished speaking, a sharp shout rang out, “Audacious!”
During the exchange, Jin Si had circled behind her. The distance was not far, and he suddenly launched an attack! His purple-gold blade, identical to his brother's, emitted a dazzling blade light over two zhang long, hurtling toward Zixie Qing!
This strike showcased Jin Si’s saint-level power!
Even Jin Si himself believed in his heart: this strike was truly the peak he could unleash under such immense pressure!
Regardless of realm, power, blade style, or blade momentum, everything was perfectly executed, without a flaw!
At the moment he struck, Jin Si even faintly heard the call of the Dao, the sound of wind and thunder!
His brother had just been brutally killed in front of him, and while he wanted to avenge him, he faced this unpredictable enemy getting in the way, transforming his infinite sorrow and anger into combat power, intent, and a single strike!
This strike seemed to break through Jin Si's own bottleneck in the way of the blade!
Jin Si was confident that he could deliver this strike filled with saint-level insights, seizing an opportunity. With this strike, dedicating himself to cultivation, he could progress another level within a year!
This was truly the technique of a blade saint!
The blade light transformed into a swimming dragon,
A single strike shattering the sky and breaking the Nine Heavens;
This was the power of the supreme celestial being,
Life and death held in hand.