It was a humiliation, a blatant humiliation.
There were many kinds of humiliation. Verbal humiliation was the most common and the most powerless. For the experienced powerhouses, this kind of humiliation was useless. But it was not the case for Hengmu Liren. He had the power of a powerhouse, but he did not have the mentality of a powerhouse.
That kind of mentality required a long time and countless battles to temper it. The so-called bright Taoist Heart referred to this aspect. However, his fate had changed too strangely and suddenly. Because of a spring rain, he had become the most powerful young man in the West-Hill Divine Palace from a handyman in the Revelation Institute. There was a very obvious gap in his cultivation. So when he heard what Liu Yiqing said, he became very angry. He was so angry that his hand holding the hilt began to tremble.
The white cloth covering Liu Yiqing's eyes trembled in the night wind. He seemed to sense Hengmu Liren's trembling hand. He curled up the corner of his mouth and seemed to be sympathetic.
Hengmu Liren said coldly, "Are you sympathizing with me?"
Liu Yiqing shook his head and said, "I'm sympathizing with you."
Hengmu Liren said, "What right do you have to sympathize with me?"
Liu Yiqing said, "Of course I sympathize with you when you cannot get what you want."
Hengmu Liren said, "Do you know what I want?"
Liu Yiqing said, "No matter what you want tonight, you won't get it."
Hengmu Liren kept silent for a while and suddenly calmed down. He knew clearly that the battle tonight was a test or training for him by the Divine Halls. He needed to learn how to be a truly powerful cultivator through the battle.
Outwardly, they were capable of changing the world and turning the tide. Inwardly, they were calm and collected. Even if the Peach Mountain collapsed, they would not bat an eyelid. This was a true powerhouse. Only in this way could they go further.
If Liu Yiqing wanted to make him angry, then he couldn't be angry, because anger would affect his judgment, and it would have a serious impact on the battle. However, tonight, Liu Yiqing had given up on the first strike. At this moment, he was covered in blood, and his limbs were broken. There was no way he could change the situation, so what was the point of making him angry?
Hengmu Liren was satisfied. He was satisfied that he was no longer angry. He was satisfied that he could still think calmly during the battle. He looked at Liu Yiqing's pale face under the blade and thought sarcastically, "You may have other tricks up your sleeves, or you are seeking death. Either way, it's all in vain."
From the very beginning, Liu Yiqing's response seemed to indicate that he wanted to die. Ever since he entered the Knowing destiny State, Hengmu Liren had a completely different view on life and death. He knew that for many cultivators, death was not that scary, but living was more scary. Therefore, he would not allow Liu Yiqing to die.
Perhaps it was because he was still very angry.
As for the possibility that Liu Yiqing still had the strength to fight again, or the hidden skills … Hengmu Liren did not care at all. He was learning how to become a powerful cultivator. But his state of cultivation and confidence had already surpassed this level. He did not believe that anyone in the world of Haotian could defeat him. Sometimes, when he stood on the plateau and looked at the crippled old man in the wheelchair, he had the urge to push the wheelchair down, not to mention Liu Yiqing.
Come on, let's see what you're going to do.
Hengmu Liren looked pale. The Haotian Divine Flame on his body kept burning. The thin blade in his hand was no longer trembling. The blade was no longer cold. It was glowing with warm or blazing light. It tore the night wind apart and stabbed toward the center of Liu Yiqing's eyebrows.
Liu Yiqing sat cross-legged on the sedan. He did not dodge. Because his legs were broken and blood was gushing out. And because he did not even think about dodging, he chose to strike with his sword.
The broken hand and sword fell on the sedan. How could he strike with his sword?
He used his left hand to hold the broken right hand on the sedan. Then … he struck.
He struck with his sword.
It was a strange scene. But to the people around the imperial city, it was a bit familiar.
Years ago, someone did the same thing in front of the Verdant Canyon.
That person was Jun Mo. He stabbed the Sage of Sword, Liu Bai.
Liu Yiqing had also been in that field at that time. He had seen that sword and remembered it.
The sword of the Sword Garret was the fastest in the world. Now it was imitating the sword style of Mr. Second of the Academy and using the sword style of the Sword Garret. The combination of the two made it unimaginably fast.
There seemed to be a flash of lightning in the night.
Liu Yiqing's sword arrived first even though it was launched later.
Hengmu Liren's blade could only travel a hair's distance in the night breeze before his eyebrows. The sword in his right hand, which was held in his left hand, had already reached his chest.
With a soft sound, the blade pierced into Hengmu Liren's chest.
Half of the blade went into his chest. Blood was about to flow out.
The onlookers around the imperial city did not even have the time to scream.
That soft 'puchi' sound remained between the two of them, and did not spread to the surroundings.
The blood from the blade had not flowed out yet.
Because everything had happened too quickly.
Liu Yiqing's first strike was extremely domineering and resolute. One strike broke a wall. Then his second strike was so fast that no one could react.
The pain seemed to spread faster than the sound.
Hengmu Liren's face turned paler. He clearly felt the coldness and sharpness from his chest and the pain with a faint smell of blood. Yes, the pain had a smell.
But he did not panic or fear. On the contrary, he was delighted. Because Liu Yiqing's second strike seemed to be more powerful than the first one. He thought it was the respect that he longed for the most.
He became excited, and his eyes became abnormally bright. Every pupil of his seemed to become a star, closing in on the pitch-black ground, about to burn the countless summer grasses in the field.
Liu Yiqing's sword could no longer move forward.
Because the sword had touched Hengmu Liren's blood.
The blood was burning. It was the Divine Flame of Haotian.
With a sizzling sound, the green smoke rose.
The sword pierced into the divine body. It was stained with the divine blood and burned into invisible smoke.
Hengmu Liren's thin blade pierced through the golden flower formed by the divine flame.
At the same time, the twelve thin blades behind him opened up and bloomed like golden flowers.
The burning divine flame was a beautiful flower. He stood in the flower and his blade moved closer to Liu Yiqing.
An unimaginable and indescribable strong will appeared in front of the sedan.
Was it the will of Haotian?
As Liu Yiqing thought about it, his lips curled into a smile.
Under the illumination of Haotian's divine flame, the smile looked a bit complicated. It was hard to tell if it was self-mockery or mockery.
His left hand was holding his right hand.
His right hand was holding the burnt sword.
The sword was burned into ashes by the divine flame like a candle.
His broken right hand was also burned by the divine flame. His white finger bones were exposed. Then the finger bones turned black and sharpened.
Liu Yiqing waved his hand. The burnt finger bones flew out like a sword and floated to Hengmu's eyes.
The word "float" was usually used to describe light objects. It was rarely used to describe a sword, even the lightest flying sword.
But Liu Yiqing's last strike was indeed a floating sword.
While he was waving his sword, the weeping willows by the moat around the imperial city floated in the night wind.
The willow branches touched the moat and created some ripples.
The white cloth on Liu Yiqing's face floated up. He brushed away the divine flame of Haotian on the blade.
Hengmu Liren's eyes turned solemn for the first time.
Liu Yiqing's strike was as unpredictable as the wind.
No wonder he was the most powerful man in the Sword Garret.
Hengmu Liren was solemn and then excited.
Liu Yiqing was badly wounded and could not defeat him tonight. But this strike was a real test for him. He wanted to defeat this strike perfectly and let this man suffer the pain and humiliation.
Hengmu Liren shouted! Countless blazing white rays of light shot out from his hands. The blade carried that great will as it slashed down!
His sword moved like the wind? Then he would cut off the wind!
Facing the wind, he would cut it off!
…
…
It was dead silent.
The wind was cut off. Of course it was silent.
Countless weeping willows by the moat were cut off. They fell into the water and floated like duckweed.
The white cloth covering Liu Yiqing's eyes was cut off. It floated to his chest and then stopped.
A sword was stuck in his chest.
His right hand.
Blood kept flowing out from it.
His body was covered with wounds.
Most of them were cut off by Hengmu Liren's blade.
But the fatal one was his own sword.
"Why?"
Hengmu Liren looked pale and asked, "Why didn't you stab me in the last strike?"
Liu Yiqing said, "I told you, you don't deserve it."
As he spoke, he coughed up blood and smiled.
A mocking smile.
A pitying smile.
Hengmu Liren shouted angrily, "Why don't I deserve it?"
Liu Yiqing said, "You don't have to repeat the same words."
Hengmu Liren was silent.
Liu Yiqing smiled and said, "Do you feel bad that you can't kill me?"
Tonight there were so many powerful men from the Divine Halls of West-Hill. He came alone and he knew he would not survive. But he still came. Because the South Jin Kingdom was huge and someone had to make a statement.
He knew clearly why the Divine Halls of West-Hill arranged this battle. It was a grand ball. The imperial city of South Jin was the stage for Haotian Taoism to show its power to the human world.
He walked onto the stage, but he did not want to be a supporting character.
He killed the emperor of South Jin Kingdom first and then himself. So nobody could kill him.
Hengmu Liren could not do anything on the stage. How could he be the leading man?
He was Liu Yiqing, a man who was destined to be recorded in history. So at the last moment of his life, he had to take all the glory on the stage. That was his last strike to the Divine Halls of West-Hill.
Hengmu Liren looked a bit lonely.
Tonight was supposed to be his first battle as a powerful cultivator. But he did not expect that the ending was already written and it had nothing to do with him.
At this moment, he suddenly understood why the Abbey Dean said those words when he left Peach Mountain. He also understood why the Abbey Dean asked that person to follow him in the darkness.
The path to becoming a powerful cultivator was so difficult.
He did not want to give up.
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