Chapter 1015
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Hengmu Liren and his saber were both burning. The endless Divine Flame of Haotian burned all the Qi of Heaven and Earth in the space into the tiniest dust. But he could not stop Liu Yiqing's sword.
Because Liu Yiqing's sword pierced through the air. The sword style tore the darkness apart and leaped over the holy white wall of fire. It was like a willow branch being blown by the wind and drifting over the surface of a lake. It did not even leave a ripple.
Liu Yiqing looked at the little emperor on the city wall expressionlessly.
Wherever his gaze landed, the sword would land.
The little emperor could not see the sword, but he could see Liu Yiqing's gaze. His face turned paler and paler. He could no longer hold his breath and panted nervously. He felt that his lungs were going to explode in the next moment. His heart beat faster and faster as if it would explode at any moment. He covered his chest and started to vomit blood in pain.
Hengmu Liren's saber made a sizzling sound in the air. It was the sound of burning air. In front of the light, Liu Yiqing's right hand which was holding the hilt of the sword was cut off at the wrist!
Blood gushed out from Liu Yiqing's wrist. The sword and hand fell back onto the sedan. It must be extremely painful. But he did not show any emotion on his face. He was as calm as a silent willow.
He could not see anything. His eyes were covered with a white cloth. But he still looked at the city wall quietly. His hand holding the sword was cut off and the sword fell to the ground. But the sword style had already pierced through the air and arrived on the city wall.
The city wall was made of bluestone. It looked dark in the darkness. Under the light of the fire, especially the Divine Flame of Haotian, it was not mottled at all. It looked like a black gem.
Suddenly, countless fine cracks appeared on the surface of the black gem. Countless fine stone powder fell from the bluestone bricks on the city wall. The cracks spread in the blink of an eye. The imperial city was about to collapse.
The people on the city wall did not know what was happening under their feet. The little emperor of the South Jin Kingdom was breathing faster and faster. His heart was beating faster and his face was getting paler.
Finally, someone heard the cracking sound of the city wall and saw the horrifying cracks. They screamed in panic. The generals and the powerful cultivators helped the little emperor to escape from the city wall.
But it was too late. The city wall was cracked, and so was the little emperor's heart. Countless fine cracks destroyed the weathered city wall and the little emperor's life.
There was a panic on the city wall. People surrounded the little emperor who was vomiting blood and falling to the ground. They were terrified to the extreme.
Liu Yiqing sat in the carriage, quietly looking at the city wall, looking at the generals and experts he was once familiar with. The corners of his mouth slowly curled up, revealing a gratified smile.
The thundering hoofbeats in the night and the arrival of Hengmu Liren and other powerful figures from the Divine Halls of West-Hill had proved many things. Liu Yiqing was not surprised, but he was still a bit disappointed when it was proven.
The Son of Heaven guarded the gates of the country.
Tonight, the little emperor opened the gates of the South Jin Kingdom and welcomed in the cavalry of the West-Hill Divine Palace. You are the emperor chosen by the Sword Garret for the South Jin Kingdom. Even if you are not required to guard the gates with your life, how can you open the gates yourself?
From that moment on, the South Jin Kingdom changed color. The city walls of Linkang were no longer of any use. So the walls of the imperial city and the Tong 'an Men Gate all collapsed.
Even though you are only thirteen years old, even though you are the last direct descendant of the royal family of the South Jin Kingdom, even though you have called me your teacher for many years, and even though you are kind, you are still dead.
Liu Yiqing thought so, and so he did. Therefore, he did not stab Hengmu Liren first, but the little emperor on the city wall. He wanted the last descendant of the royal family of the South Jin Kingdom to die with the city wall.
For this, his right hand which was holding the sword was cut off. Hengmu Liren came to him. The holy Haotian Divine Flame shone on his face, making the white cloth on his face look like a piece of paper used to mourn the dead.
He did not care at all. For the disciples of the Sword Garret, death and pain were the least of their concerns. What they needed to think about was how to inflict pain on their enemies.
Hengmu Liren's blade was thin and sharp. The Haotian Divine Flame burning on the blade was even more terrifying. Liu Yiqing destroyed the city with his sword, so he could not resist anymore.
With a boom, the southern city wall of the imperial city finally collapsed. Countless bricks and stones fell to the ground, shaking the earth. Dust rose up into the night sky.
The collapsed city wall and the broken bricks were engraved with the history of the South Jin Kingdom. The dust was the dust of history and it was filled with a sentimental smell.
The dust darkened the entire world. Only the Haotian Divine Flame remained stable and showed no sign of dying out. On the contrary, the light was refracted by the particles in the dust and turned into a bright silver color. It looked even more holy and solemn, like the clouds under the stars.
In the depths of the silver light, Hengmu Liren and Liu Yiqing faced each other in silence.
Seventeen wounds appeared on Liu Yiqing's body. His right hand and two legs were separated from his body. The corner of his lips was also cut by the blade. It looked like he did not put on the rouge properly.
There was a blade in front of his eyebrows. The blade intent pierced through the soul.
The blade was thin and not heavy. Hengmu Liren held it firmly in his hand. All he needed to do was to push it forward and Liu Yiqing would die. Nobody could change that.
Liu Yiqing slowly raised his left hand and wiped off the thick blood on the corner of his lips. He looked calm, as if there was no such a horrible blade in front of his eyebrows.
On the contrary, Hengmu Liren looked pale and perplexed. His clear and determined eyes were filled with anger, confusion and humiliation.
"Why?" He looked at Liu Yiqing and asked.
Liu Yiqing looked at him through the white cloth and said nothing.
Hengmu Liren knew that Liu Yiqing was blind. But somehow, he felt that Liu Yiqing's eyes were filled with mockery and sympathy.
"Why?" He shouted harshly.
Ever since the spring breeze and rain, Hengmu Liren had never doubted his power. He did not think that anyone in the human world could defeat him. But when he saw Liu Yiqing destroy a city with one sword, he had to admit that if Liu Yiqing used the same move on him, he would have a hard time dealing with it.
But why?
Why did Liu Yiqing not stab at him first? Was he not as important as the young emperor of South Jin in his eyes? Or was he so arrogant that he thought he could kill him with the second move?
Liu Yiqing did not seem to feel the blade in front of his eyebrows.
He said, "Because you don't deserve it."
Hengmu Liren thought that was the funniest and most ridiculous sentence he had ever heard.
Liu Yiqing said, "This is my first move. So even if you are an important figure in the Divine Halls of West-Hill and the divine son of Taoism, you still don't deserve it."
Hengmu Liren asked, "Why?"
Liu Yiqing said, "The entire cultivation world is saying that you are a gift from Haotian to the human world."
Hengmu Liren said, "Am I not worthy of your first move?"
Liu Yiqing said, "My sword is used to kill, not to open gifts. Of course you don't deserve it."
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