Chapter 26 026[VIP]

The power of the Peacock Feather would have wounded even Lei Sun, let alone Fang Yingkan.

Faced with this deadly cold ray, he had no hope of survival.

He tried to grasp the fallen Blood River Divine Sword, but it was futile.

It was as if, in an instant, all his strength had been drained from his body.

His increasingly blurred vision and hazy mind indicated one thing—

he was dying. Fang Yingkan would perish before his ambitions were fulfilled. … In this moment of life and death, he did not, and did not dare, look at the avenger who had delivered the fatal blow. 

Instead, he instinctively looked in the direction of his adoptive father. 

He knew that with the Yu Di Whip, one of the three treasures of the Blood River, wielded by his adoptive father, he would definitely have a chance to snatch him away before the first blow struck. If so, he would not have to face the threat of death. 

But Fang Geyin did not move. 

He hadn't moved because of that woman's appearance! 

For Fang Yingkan, this was far more terrifying than death itself. 

This meant... Fang Geyin had heard everything Bai Choufei had said earlier, as well as what the woman had said. 

No matter his previous attitude toward his adopted son, he would never seek revenge for his death. It was even possible that Fang Geyin would personally petition to remove him from his position as Marquis of Divine Power before the court's reckoning. 

The protective umbrella he relied on to maintain his relationships had already been removed from his head the moment the Peacock Feather was released! 

But at that very moment, Shi Qingruo abruptly yanked the scimitar piercing his body. 

He stumbled, fell to the ground, and spat out another stream of blood. 

This time, he could not avoid seeing the two faces above him. 

To him, the owner of one face was nothing more than an ant to be manipulated at will, no different from a dead person. More accurately, it was just a "specimen" he used to threaten his subordinates. 

But it was these years of blindness that had increased her hearing and positioning abilities several times, allowing her to unleash such precise revenge. 

As for the other face, he had once harbored covetous thoughts, and thanks to Eunuch Mi's advice, he had finally resolved to treat her as his enemy, only to have his plans fall through time and again, until today. 

"Don't you find it strange that you didn't see Sikong Zhaixing participating in such a grand occasion?" 

Shi Qingruo curled her lips, clearly seeing a hint of fear slowly creeping into Fang Yingkan's dying gaze. 

"Iron Hand in Lianyun Village in the north, and the spies of Jinfengxiyu Tower in the north, both brought back news that you were in collusion with the financier and even received the Wu Ri Divine Spear Technique from him. You hid the evidence of your crime, but have you truly hidden this martial art?" Is it hidden so well that even a master thief can't find it? 

"Don't worry, I will make sure that you are...disgraced after death." 

These words, though spoken lightly, were more powerful than a thousand pounds, like a huge rock suddenly pressing down on his heart, tearing his chest apart in an instant. Fang Yingkan's eyes, which he tried hard to open, lost their last bit of spirit, and he completely stopped breathing. 

Only the girl holding the peacock feather was still standing there blankly, as if listening to the movement over there. 

She couldn't actually see Fang Yingkan's expression after he was hit by the hidden weapon, but she could hear the beast-like gasps as he struggled for life, just like they had been trying to ask for help back then. 

And now, that voice stopped abruptly. 

She even wondered for a moment whether she was in reality or in a dream. 

Until another sound of footsteps stopped not far from her. 

Shi Qingruo sheathed his knife and spoke louder than the two sentences he had spoken to Fang Yingkan. "Master Su, please don't blame me for taking advantage of this opportunity to kill. If someone has protection from above, who knows how they might survive!" Fang Geyin, standing in the distance, moved his lips, but no words came out. 

He could hear clearly that Shi Qingruo's words were directed at him, criticizing his poor parenting. 

Even now, while he hadn't offered Fang Yingkan a rescue, he wasn't sure he would be as decisive as Shi Qingruo in sending his adopted son to his death, knowing all the evil he had done. 

But if Fang Yingkan didn't die quickly to atone for his sins, wouldn't that be cruel to the victim? 

"Besides," Shi Qingruo glanced eagerly in one direction, "this would save Seventh Brother." 

Fang Yingkan's death was truly a worthwhile one. 

More than just removing one of Guan Qi's attackers from the center of the fray, this swift and decisive move caused Fang Geyin to momentarily forget how to attack. 

Guan Qi, however, seeing that Shi Qingruo was unharmed, no longer needed to be distracted and returned to the fray. 

Luo Shuishui launched a powerful strike with his leg, but Guan Qi caught it with a single, raised hand. 

Had Fang Geyin's golden-red sword been able to close in at that moment, Guan Qi might have been tempted to retaliate. 

But Luo Shuishui received no "cooperation" from Fang Geyin, only to be met with a pair of murderous eyes. 

He couldn't tell whether he was being held in place by Guan Qi's surging inner energy or simply feeling a surge of fear at the sight of those terrifying eyes. 

With his fish-like agility, he could have somersaulted free with swiftness and agility, but in this iron-like cage, he heard only the mournful wail of a "sword." 

Guan Qi didn't care about fighting styles; he simply destroyed every weapon before him. 

With a single grab and a tug, a shower of blood splattered into the air. 

Luo Shuishui screamed, his body hurling forward, having lost his most precious weapon. 

Now, it had become a weapon Guan Qi casually discarded, entangled in Mi Youqiao's cudgel, blocking his path. 

His face stained with blood, his expression calm yet frantic, as if completely unaware that he had just torn off a man's leg. His energized Qi, further expanding, fueled his innate sword energy, hurling it at Mi Youqiao even faster than before. 

Instead of the previous four-sided containment, he had now become the predator! 

Without resistance, he would kill Mi Youqiao! 

While the members of the Mitian League were wary of the attack from Fang Yingkan's remaining forces, they inevitably cast respectful glances at Shi Qingruo. 

Truly worthy of being the Madam. 

Even if Madam Shi and Master Su's alliance violated imperial rules and killed the young Marquis Fang without prior approval, so what? 

It was both a call for justice and a last-ditch effort to safeguard the stability of the Misty Heaven Alliance! 

While the Seventh Saint's sudden decision to marry this woman had caused considerable trouble for the Misty Heaven Alliance, a closer look revealed that the alliance's prosperity over the past few months was largely due to Madam Shi. 

It was just a little unfair to Master Su...

Just look at his face.

In this rapidly changing situation, there was still a trace of doubt on his face.

After all, as Mrs. Shi said, the killing of Fang Yingkan was something she planned alone after she initiated the interception invitation, and he was forced to be an accomplice.

Su Mengzhen sheathed his knife, and obviously had no intention of correcting these people's thoughts.

But he knew in his heart that his doubts were not because Shi Qingruo suddenly killed Fang Yingkan, which was inconsistent with what she said in front of everyone before, "it was just an interception", nor was it because she had ambushed someone in advance under this huge arena.

He was puzzled by Shi Qingruo's swordsmanship.

When Shi Qingruo changed her previous swordsmanship in the dark and used the Acacia Knife to perform the Red Sleeve Swordsmanship, no words could describe Su Mengzhen's shock at the moment.

While the martial arts world had indeed embraced the art of "returning the favor in kind," and indeed martial arts prodigies like Guan Qi could, through the power of invisible sword energy, unleash every martial art he'd ever seen, the Red Sleeve Blade certainly wasn't one of them.

Su Mengzhen's Red Sleeve Blade was even vastly different from when it was first taught to him by the Red Sleeve Divine Nun.

Yet, Shi Qingruo's strike was like a willow leaf caught in a spring breeze, blending effortlessly into the wind without a single ripple, catching Fang Yingkan completely off guard.

That couldn't be explained away simply by "having seen it before."

It could only be the product of long practice, perhaps even personal instruction from him.

The moment she plunged the Acacia Blade into Fang Yingkan's body, Su Mengzhen felt as if fragments of something still veiled in the mist flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

It seemed as if the two blades were still working in perfect harmony.

But the target of the blade wasn't the already dead Fang Yingkan, but... Lei Sun,

who was currently practicing the Tantric fast and slow nine-character technique.

Su Mengzhen's eyes trembled, and he forced himself to break free from the bizarre images.

He knew now was not the right time to inquire, so he simply turned to Shi Qingruo, "Madam, what are your plans next?"

Shi Qingruo's gaze remained fixed on Guan Qi, as if she feared something might happen to her husband, but her hand suddenly pointed in another direction.

"Capture him!"

The moment the command was issued, two figures lunged towards him.

Fang Yingkan's death not only stunned Fang Geyin, but also halted the other two.

One was Sang Xiao'e.

The suddenness of her adopted son's death had taken Sang Xiao'e's mind by surprise, and even though she had harbored suspicions about him, she was still taken aback by Fang Yingkan's fall, forgetting that the man she had been fighting was the enemy who had annihilated her entire Changkong Gang.

This pause actually gave Bai Choufei a chance to catch his breath.

The other opponent was Fang Geyin's disciple, Gao Xiaoshang, whose previous opponent was none other than Zhu Xiaoyao, the Second Saint of the Misty Heaven Alliance.

Following Shi Qingruo's command, Zhu Xiaoyao dove mid-air, kicking Gao Xiaoshang's Chaos Blade before turning and heading straight for Bai Choufei.

Meanwhile, Wang Xiaoshi broke free from Zhuge Shenhou's hold and, with a few leaps, dodged and blocked Bai Choufei's path, unsheathing his only remaining Soul-Slaying Sword.

Bai Choufei's expression darkened. "You're going to stop me too?"

"I'm the one who's going to stop you!" Shi Qingruo brought the avenged woman up, and the moment he landed, he shot several feet in the same direction.

The fiery red robe, only slightly disheveled from the clash with Fang Yingkan, now waved his sleeves and fluttered his clothes, a relaxed and relaxed demeanor.

Everyone present could easily see that while her internal gong foundation might not be profound, her light-weight movements were uncommon, revealing the power of a highly advanced martial art.

But what was even more striking wasn't her rush to the stage, but her words.

"I'll discuss Fang Yingkan's matter with Fang Juxia later. I need to attend to another matter now! Putting Fang Yingkan's matter aside, I trust Madam Sang's judgment. You must give an explanation regarding the Changkong Gang."

Shi Qingruo's expression was unusually cold, yet it carried the authority of a leader. "I hold you, Bai Choufei, in high regard and entrusted you with this important task, not to allow you to hide your past sins under the protection of the Misty Heaven Alliance! Please give me an answer."

Wang Xiaoshi, sword-wielding, remained silent, but his message was clear.

Bai Choufei could see even more clearly that when the sword was unsheathed, a faint glint of tears flashed in Wang Xiaoshi's usually clear eyes.

He couldn't bear to let it go.

It's not easy for anyone to attack a brother they once trusted.

Furthermore, today was the day Bai Choufei and Wang Xiaoshi were supposed to take over the positions of Fifth and Sixth Saint Masters of the Misty Heaven Alliance.

But if the Misty Heaven Alliance truly wanted to establish itself in Bianjing, it must adhere to the code of conduct and the laws of the court.

If Bai Choufei was truly the culprit behind the Changkong Gang massacre, he must face punishment.

Wang Xiaoshi had no choice but to do the same!

Bai Choufei clenched his knuckles tightly, wondering how likely he was to escape under such a siege.

He understood that the moment Shi Qingruo issued that command, it wasn't just those two who were targeting him; the entire Misty Heaven Alliance had also regained their composure.

They wouldn't blame Shi Qingruo for his poor judgment; after all, Bai Choufei had indeed rendered great service to the Misty Heaven Alliance and brought tangible benefits.

They could only be thankful that Bai Choufei's true identity had been revealed before he became one of the Five Saints of the Misty Heaven Alliance. If Shi Qing led the charge against this scourge, then this old case would have no relevance to them.

If Wang Xiaoshi and Zhu Xiaoyao couldn't stop Bai Choufei, they could still contribute.

Then, relying solely on Bai Choufei's abilities, he would have been unable to break out.

Bai Choufei raised his head and shouted, "Why aren't you doing it?"

This "you" was none other than Wen Xue'an

, the man who had conspired with him. Because he had previously attempted an assassination before the Misty Heaven Alliance wedding banquet, it wasn't appropriate for him to be here today, providing the necessary "witness" for the prosecution . But Bai Choufei had no doubt that Wen Xue'an would come, and that he was definitely here now.

Luo Shuishui had his leg torn off by Guan Qi, leaving him paralyzed. Bai Choufei was cornered, vulnerable to capture and prosecution at any moment, and could have exposed Wen Xue'an at any moment.

How could he remain content to watch?

Yet Bai Choufei's words seemed futile, echoing across the arena without a single response.

Even as his words fell, Wang Xiaoshi charged forward.

"Go on!" Shi Qingruo flung the dagger forward.

Wang Xiaoshi, sword in left hand and knife in right, wielded the graceful and stunning Acacia Blade and Soul-Stirring Sword as one, slashing down at Bai Choufei.

He hurriedly responded, his fingers flicking like a dream, only to be met with a seemingly affectionate, yet soul-destroying, blade.

No one stood in his way, sharing the pressure.

Bai Choufei's expression shifted again and again. He knew, needing no further questioning, that the rescue he sought was impossible.

Perhaps Wen Xue'an saw it as acceptable to expose his crimes, but he couldn't easily put himself in harm's way and risk his life!

Upon realizing this, Bai Choufei's fighting spirit plummeted.

He was already at the end of his strength, so how could he possibly fight alone?

Zhu Xiaoyao showed even less sympathy for him. He brazenly slipped in between the attacks of the Acacia Blade and the Soul-Stirring Sword. From waist to arms to fingers, seemingly impossibly weak, he delivered a fierce and powerful blow.

Bai Choufei grunted and stumbled several steps, nearly colliding with Wang Xiaoshi's sword.

The brutal force surging through his chest must have broken two of his ribs, leaving even his breath tinged with the lingering smell of blood.

Perhaps it was the instinct for survival that led him to make a choice no one could have anticipated at this critical juncture.

The bloodstained white figure suddenly turned and rushed towards where Mi Youqiao and Luo were sleeping.

Guan Qi had already swung his palm towards Mi Youqiao, his innate energy surging and unstoppable. Bai Choufei's move seemed to be a gesture of utter annihilation, along with Mi Youqiao, at Guan Qi's hands.

But just as Guan Qi's sword energy was about to strike, a bright red aura suddenly appeared before him, blocking his path.

Within that aura, the spear, the twisting pole, the quivering tassel, and the thrust were all executed with astonishing speed. His attacks were only detected when he was directly in front of Guan Qi.

Despite his small stature, he possessed a profound and imposing aura, sweeping the spear across the sky, creating a chasm.

"You can't kill him,"

Zhuge Shenhou said with a calm expression, his words imbued with an irreversible force.

"Who are you talking about?" Guan Qi's sword strike missed, leaving him displeased.

But the volley of fire, like a red flower blossoming and falling, shifted in an instant, and a fierce passion swept through his eyes once again.

"Mi Youqiao," Zhuge Shenhou replied decisively. "He was given a name by the late emperor, and he's a master of the imperial court. You can't kill him." While

this made sense

, Zhuge Shenhou couldn't help but mentally curse his unfortunate nephew, feeling that he had truly caused him so much trouble.

Everyone present could see that Mi Youqiao's previous attack hadn't been justified. It wasn't just to expose Bai Choufei's true identity, but more likely to interrupt him and buy Fang Yingkan an opportunity.

Fang Yingkan deserved death, and so did Mi Youqiao, his nephew.

But from Zhuge Shenhou's perspective, it wasn't the same.

Fang Yingkan could die, as Fang Geyin's presence couldn't prevent his death. But Mi Youqiao, on the other hand, couldn't. His fate must be decided by the Emperor.

Since Zhuge Shenhou "happened" to be here at his nephew's invitation, he had to stop Guan Qi's reckless behavior for the sake of the Heavenly Family's reputation.

His added headache was that he was going to bring Mi Youqiao to justice, and the man would undoubtedly be unthankful. And Guan Qi before him—

a madman, unable to explain such principles to him!

"Who made these rules?" Guan Qi raised his hand, gathering his energy. His innate sword energy suddenly surged with even greater force, surging and spitting out with ease.

Zhuge Shenhou's expression froze.

This sharp blade, capable of shattering metal and shattering stone, was the most powerful he had ever faced in all those years.

At the very moment of launching his attack, Guan Qi even had the strength to shout, "If I can control others, they will be controlled by me; if I cannot, I will be controlled by them. That's the rule!"

Zhuge Shenhou, his heart awe-inspiring, raised his gaze and drew his spear. A myriad of spear sprays swirled upward, meeting Guan Qi's sword power, which grew with each step.

In the face of this fierce clash, a palpable solemnity took hold of Zhuge Shenhou's gaunt face.

He stared intently into Guan Qi's eyes, never missing them. As Guan Qi shouted, a crack appeared in his foggy eyes, like the first ray of sunlight filtering through the sky after rain.

But this glimmer of clarity seemed only a fleeting illusion.

Guan Qi's seemingly sensible words were followed by another: "If I can subdue the devil, the devil will be subdued by me; if I cannot, I will be invaded by the devil..." Well

, he was still a madman.

Zhuge Shenhou thrust his richly colored spear repeatedly, his spear matching the speed of Guan Qi's sword.

A gust of wind rippled, shaking the air in all directions.

In this further confrontation, even Mi Youqiao's long staff was reduced to dust, and the violent collision forced blood from Bai Choufei's seven orifices.

He dodged to the side, his mind dazed, when he heard a thunderous roar from Zhuge Shenhou: "Foolish! This is the foot of the Son of Heaven!"

Guan Qi roared with laughter, a surging wave of true energy that knocked Bai Choufei unconscious. Even the many onlookers could hardly withstand the terrifying attack.

Shi Qingruo grasped the nearby guardrail, only to be repelled by the indiscriminate attack.

She gazed over there and saw Guan Qi's black and white hair cascading over his shoulders, swaying in the wind. Even facing the world's most advanced expert, he exuded a demonic aura.

It was as if Zhuge Shenhou's words had unlocked a switch in his mind that had been entangled in years of meditation.

"Son of Heaven? Heaven is man, man is Heaven, man is God, God is man. Without man, how can there be God?"

He cared nothing for the Son of Heaven.

This statement was the height of perverseness.

Even Zhuge Shenhou, who had only briefly attempted to stop Guan Qi, realized that Guan Qi's current state was beyond description.

It was as if, in an instant, the ropes that once bound his sanity had snapped, releasing a beast from its cage.

He glanced sharply toward the vibrant red figure in the distance, only to see Shi Qingruo, her eyes as cold as stars, calling out, "Seventh Brother," as if she hadn't anticipated such a sudden change.

However, Guan Qi, unusually unmoved by the voice, continued to attempt to break through Zhuge Shenhou's hold, determined to destroy Mi Youqiao.

Shi Qingruo's restraint had failed.

Zhuge Shenhou had no time for further reflection and could only respond with his spear once again.

Ban Duanjin's profound and continuous power allowed him to remain unmoved by Guan Qi's completely uncontrolled internal energy. He unleashed the spear, already at his will! A

breathtaking shot!

The red tassel on the spear danced wildly, but even more striking was the vibrant crimson tinge at the tip.

The sword energy emanating from Guan Qi's hands and feet was like a raging storm, yet before Zhuge Shenhou's eyes, there was only a single red flower.

Guan Qi's movements seemed to suddenly slow.

In contrast, Zhuge Shenhou's spear lashed out like a dragon, a flower rapidly opening, exploding with a "bang" and hurling itself directly at Guan Qi's face.

Decades of deep internal energy transformed the gun flower into a breathtaking explosion, enough to crush and kill the enemy. ③

All sound seemed to be completely extinguished by this brilliant explosion of internal energy.

This was the power of Zhuge Shenhou.

But immediately afterwards, another flash of fire and another sound appeared from nowhere, attacking Guan Qi from behind.

Zhuge Shenhou's pupils shrank, because the flash of fire was not caused by his amazing shot, but...

it was a real explosive, detonated on the spot below where they were fighting!

"Get out of the way!"

Zhuge Shenhou warned in shock.

He had no time to pull Guan Qi away and could only retreat.

The center of the explosion was behind Guan Qi, and with Zhuge Shenhou's position and his lightness skills, he still had time to retreat.

Guan Qi, targeted from both sides, had barely put his full strength into the burst of gunfire when a wave of flames struck him from behind, instantly engulfed in the sea of flames.

"Seventh Brother—"

"Seventh Saint Master—"

The sudden and startling change sent the other side into chaos.

However, no one dared to move, fearing that more explosives were buried beneath the Misty Heaven Alliance and would explode again.

Zhu Xiaoyao, however, quickly retreated to Shi Qingruo's side, only to see the Saint Master's wife, her face tense, staring intently at the flames and smoke.

Aside from a few cries of despair, the entire place fell into a deathly silence. Everyone could hear the crackling sound of a burning fire after the aftermath of the explosion.

If anything happened to Guan Qi, it would undoubtedly be a devastating loss for the Misty Heaven Alliance.

Shi Qingruo's expression changed. "Hurry, get someone to put out…"

Put out the fire!

But before she could finish her words, a fierce gust of wind blew outward from the explosion, swiftly extinguishing the already ignited flames.

This gust carried away not only the burning sparks but also a cloud of smoke and wood dust, revealing a figure standing in the center with its head bowed.

When the smoke and dust completely cleared, the members of the Misty Heaven Alliance were delighted to see that it was none other than Guan Qi

, unharmed .

Even more surprising, aside from a large hole in his clothes left by the sudden onslaught of flames, everything else looked exactly as it had before, not even a speck of black ash staining his body.

When he looked up, he revealed his face, seemingly too young for his age.

Perhaps the only difference was that the blank, confused expression on his face had lessened considerably.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Guan Qi, however, gritted his teeth and spoke word by word, as if resentfully reciting the name of an enemy: "Six, Fen, and a Half Hall... It was like this back then, and it's like this today. You've bullied me too much!"

Each word resonated like thunder, forcing itself into everyone's ears.

Even Guan Chun, still some distance from the stands, was no exception.

Unable to discern martial arts, she dared not get too close. When Fang Yingkan and the others barged in, Shi Qingruo had her led even further away. Yet, she could not avoid hearing these words, and her face paled in an instant.

She still had contact with the fugitive Di Feijing, and could vouch for it with her life that the Six, Fen, and a Half Hall had done nothing of the sort.

With Shi Qingruo's threat before her, she knew that even if she had other ideas, they had to remain hidden.

She didn't have the ability to orchestrate such a tactic within the Misty Heaven Alliance in the short time since entering it.

This was certainly not the work of the Six, Fen, and a Half Hall.

But within the Misty Heaven Alliance, the two with the most influence were Shi Qingruo and Guan Qi.

His words were accepted by the Misty Heaven Alliance.

Everyone remembered that after the death of Lei Sun of the Six-Fen-Ban Tang, Shi Qingruo had his people preach a story to intensify the indignation against the Six-Fen-Ban Tang and to identify the traitors within the alliance.

The most direct external force behind Guan Qi's madness was Lei Sun. He had planted explosives while Guan Qi was fighting Lei Zhenyu, blowing Guan Shengzhu's brains out. Now

it felt like a repeat of the incident.

If it wasn't the work of the captured remnants of the Six-Fen-Ban Tang, who else could it be?

Wait!

The elder, who had been with the Misty Heaven Alliance long enough, was furious, then belatedly realized something and looked at Guan Qi with surprise.

"Holy Lord, you..."

Guan Qi had been lost in a trance, remembering only his martial arts training, his search for a master, and his desire to bring the Misty Heaven Alliance under his command. He seemed to have forgotten everything that had happened before. But

he had just said—"It was just like that back then!"

Did this mean...

"You've recovered?"

Guan Qi didn't answer, or perhaps, in his mind, it wasn't a question that needed answering at all.

From the moment Guan Qi appeared, Zhuge Shenhou had tightened his grip on his spear with increasing tension, his entire body on extreme alert.

He couldn't be mistaken!

If his attack, that spear technique he'd developed out of remembrance of his lover, was the first key to unlocking that door, then the explosion, a replay of the scene, was the second.

The aftermath of the explosion seemed to temporarily suppress the raging fury within Guan Qi, but in reality, it was intensifying in a different way.

Only Zhuge Shenhou and Fang Geyin could sense this earth-shattering change.

"Not good!"

Guan Qi suddenly moved again.

He seemed to be still standing, but a flash of lightning, as swift as a silver dragon, had already streaked in one direction.

Both the thick-colored spear and the golden-red sword tried to block it, but they only stopped the lingering sword light. Guan Qi had already moved like a gust of wind, flipping his palm and striking Mi Youqiao's head!

This palm strike was extremely slow, yet far faster than the immobilized Mi Youqiao, leaving him no chance to dodge.

With a dull thud, Mi Youqiao's already unsightly expression completely transformed into a bloody mist.

Zhuge Shenhou had failed to stop this murder.

Guan Qi laughed wildly and retreated: "If I can control people, they will be controlled by me. From heaven to earth—"

"I am invincible!" ④

More than invincible.

It was a dazzling strike.

Zhuge Shenhou no longer dared to stop it, and had already retreated to Wang Xiaoshi's side.

He could not be mistaken: Guan Qi's palm strike against Mi Youqiao was not just fast.

It was his sword energy that had become indistinguishable from innate or acquired in this moment; his mind moved as he wished, and the sword followed his mind.

No one could see through how Guan Qi practiced his martial arts. He only knew that when Guan Qi woke up, his martial arts had improved dramatically and reached a new stage.

A realm that no one present understood.

However, in the midst of Guan Qi's wild laughter, a thunderbolt struck Guan Qi's direction above the already dark sky!