Everything happened too quickly. A second ago, the two of them were still talking about old times warmly, and the next second, they suddenly turned hostile. Patriarch Sunflower was fast to begin with. Almost as soon as he made his move, he had already pressed down on the vital acupuncture point on Song Qingshu's back.
Wang Ziteng and Xue Ji felt a chill in their hearts. It was over. If anything happened to Song QingShu, the Beijing Marquis would settle the score with their two clans, and they would definitely die a tragic death. They wanted to save him, but how could they intervene in the sneak attack of a Great Grandmaster?
Patriarch Sunflower was overjoyed when he saw that his palm was about to press down on Song Qingshu's back. But in the next moment, his smile froze because he found that his attack had hit a shadow.
Then, a sharp and unparalleled sword energy counterattacked. He hurriedly exerted his body movement to the extreme and retreated 7 steps in a row before he stopped. Looking at the broken half of the embroidery needle in his hand, his face was gloomy. "You knew I was going to sneak attack you?"
Song QingShu sighed, "I know Old Ancestor's temper very well. How can I not be cautious? What's more, if you really want to join forces with me, you can directly take down Duchess Beijing at the beginning to show your sincerity. Why do you have to deliberately come to my side? But what I don't understand is, no matter what, we are old acquaintances. Why would you risk your life to break off with me? "
Patriarch Sunflower threw the broken needle aside and straightened his back. He no longer had a wretched and gloomy temperament. Instead, he had a dignified air, as if he were the emperor of the world. He said, "You should know that I absorb Dragon Qi to cultivate. But I don't know why, a few years ago, the Dragon Qi in the Manchurian Dynasty was very strong, but not long after I went there to absorb it, I found that the Dragon Qi in the Manchurian Dynasty was dissipating very quickly.
"Later, I went to the Southern Song Imperial Mausoleum. There was a lot of Dragon Qi there, and I thought it was enough for me to break through the void. But who knew … hehe, not long after, the Dragon Qi dissipated again at an alarming rate.
"I didn't know if it was because I absorbed it that it dissipated, or if it was going to dissipate anyway.
"At first, I thought that I was going against the heavens and that I was being punished by the heavens. But then I saw you on WuTang Mountain." Patriarch Sunflower gave him a deep look. "I noticed that you have dragon qi protecting you as well. When I saw you this time, I noticed that the dragon qi swirling above your head was comparable to the dragon qi of the Great Qing Dynasty. It suddenly dawned on me that the reason why the dragon qi of both the Manchurian Qing and the Southern Song Dynasty dissipated so quickly was because their qi flow had been transferred to you. You were destined to become a sovereign."
Song QingShu was startled. He thought about the Human Sovereign that the Fairy of the Nine Heavens had mentioned before, and thought that such a mysterious thing was actually true. "So you knew that I wouldn't let you absorb my fate, so you took the risk?"
Patriarch Sunflower laughed. "That's right. Whether I absorbed the qi of the Manchurian Qing or the Southern Song Dynasty, it didn't affect you at all. You could just stand by and watch. But if I wanted to absorb your qi flow and destroy your empire, you would never agree. Instead of that, I might as well make the first move. It's a pity that you avoided it.
"But it doesn't matter. Although the dragon qi I've refined over the years isn't enough to break through the void, it's enough to make me invincible in the world." Patriarch Sunflower's aura was fully unleashed, to the point where the faint sound of a dragon's roar could be heard in the hall. Quite a few people even had the impression that he was no longer the stooped eunuch, but rather a king sitting on a dragon throne.
Song Qingshu looked a little strange. "You're so confident that you're invincible?"
Patriarch Sunflower gave him a deep look. "Little Song, I know that you've made rapid progress over the years. You're already a Grandmaster at such a young age. But I've been in this realm for decades. My experience and knowledge in this area are far beyond that of a junior with an unstable foundation like yours. Besides, after refining the dragon qi of both the Manchurian Qing and the Southern Song Dynasty, it's actually more than enough to kill me."
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Song Qingshu shook his head. "I know the monk's cultivation better than anyone else. If he hadn't been seriously injured, how could you have killed him? Besides, did you claim that you're invincible in the world because of your mouth? Talking for so long is not as convincing as fighting. "
"Ah ~"
Patriarch Sunflower was so angry that he let out an ear-piercing scream. Everyone in the hall, be it Prince Beijing's men or Wang Ziteng's men, stopped fighting and covered their ears with their hands.
Cracks appeared on many of the cups and vases in the hall. Patriarch Sunflower moved faster than the sound, and an embroidery needle appeared in his hand.
The friction between the embroidery needles and the air seemed to produce some sparks, vaguely forming roaring golden dragons. The entire hall was suddenly filled with a terrifying pressure. Whether it was the guards with powerful martial arts, the strong-willed people like Xue Ji and Wang Ziteng, or even Duchess Beijing who had reached the Grandmaster Realm, all of their expressions changed drastically. It was as if they had seen the most terrifying scene in the legends. They all knelt on the ground and trembled, unable to summon any strength to resist.
Song QingShu was now the target of the attack, and the pressure he felt was thousands, if not tens of thousands, of times greater. Patriarch Sunflower had vanished from his vision, to be replaced by an enormous golden dragon that bore the will of the Dragon God, and was about to crush an ant from the mortal world.
Song Qingshu bit the tip of his tongue, and the pain finally brought him back to his senses. "Hmph, even the Empyrean Fairy can't do anything to me. What's so scary about a mere Dragon God?"
An air of arrogance surged out of his chest, and he turned into a giant green sword, which he slashed at the golden dragon.
In almost an instant, the golden dragon's head was cut in two. The terrible pressure in the hall disappeared, and a figure flew back like a broken rag doll. He hit a nearby pillar and slowly fell to the ground.
"What was that just now? It was so terrifying." Wang Ziteng came to his senses and found that his clothes were soaked in cold sweat. Even thinking about it now, his legs still felt like jelly.
"I don't know." Xue Ji was even worse off. He had long since collapsed to the ground. How could Song Qingshu deal with that kind of terrifying pressure?
He was worried about the fate of his clan, so he quickly looked over to see Song Qingshu standing there proudly, and Patriarch Sunflower lying in a pool of blood. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
"Impossible! Impossible! How could you break through my domain? There should be no one in this world who can break through my domain!" Patriarch Sunflower struggled to get to his feet, but no matter how hard he tried, he failed. However, he had no time to worry about that. He was in a state of extreme shock.
He was confident that he was the first Martial Grandmaster to comprehend a domain, and that he was only half a step away from breaking through the void. That was why he was so confident that he was invincible in the world. But how could he have known that his proudest trump card, the domain, would be broken by his opponent in a head-on fight?
Song Qingshu wasn't feeling too good either. His clothes were riddled with holes, and his clothes were stained red with blood. Clearly, he had been injured by Patriarch Sunflower's Innate Gang Qi. He said slowly, "There's always someone better than you out there. Patriarch, your martial arts might be unparalleled in the world, but it's easier said than done to be invincible in the world."
"No … that's not right …" Patriarch Sunflower's eyes had long since lost the brilliance of the past. Right now, he looked like an old man with one foot in the grave. "I understand now. The aura you released just now doesn't belong to this world. It doesn't belong to this world. I didn't lose to you …"
As he spoke, his voice became softer and softer. A Martial Grandmaster of a generation had finally passed away with endless regrets.
Song Qingshu was silent. If he hadn't had a negative distance exchange with the Mysterious Fairy of the Nine Heavens, and understood the aura of the Heavenly Dao on her, he might not have been able to defeat Patriarch Sunflower, even if he had used Sword Twenty-Three.
Just then, a dark figure suddenly pounced on him. It was Prince Beijing.
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Zhao Shicheng's heart went cold when he saw Patriarch Sunflower's defeat. But as a fierce and ambitious man of his generation, he wasn't willing to accept his fate so easily. He wanted to seize any chance to turn the tables.
In his opinion, after that terrifying move from Patriarch Sunflower, even if Song Qingshu could defeat him, he would still be at the end of his rope. The wound and bloodstains on his chest were proof of that.
'As long as I seize this opportunity to kill him, I'll be able to turn the tables. And without Patriarch Sunflower as a Martial Grandmaster, it'll be easier for me to act after I ascend to the throne.'
"Watch out!" Wang Ziteng and the others were thinking the same thing. They felt that Song Qingshu had won a pyrrhic victory, and was probably unable to resist a sneak attack from a Grandmaster. They hurried over to help, but Patriarch Sunflower's pressure was too terrifying. Their legs were still weak, and it was too late to help.
Song Qingshu frowned. He had to admire Prince Beijing's ingenious timing. But he didn't move at all. Soon, a beautiful figure in yellow flew from behind and blocked his way.
"Zhao Shicheng, you killed the Emperor and the Crown Prince. Today, I'm going to clean up the family!" It was the yellow-robed woman. She used her Nine Yin Godly Claws to fight with him.
Prince Beijing was ranked first among the Island of Chivalry's Messengers of Rewarding Good and Punishing Evil. Naturally, his martial arts were extraordinary. But the yellow-robed woman was Huang Chang's last disciple. Although she was young, she had long reached the Grandmaster Realm. The two of them exchanged more than ten blows, and it was difficult to determine the winner in a short time.
Prince Beijing's heart was cold. He knew that he had lost his last chance to turn the tables, so he didn't have the mood to fight with her. He found an opportunity to break through the window. As long as he could keep his life, he would have a chance to make a comeback.
But just as he jumped out of the window, a pair of big hands pressed on his shoulders. He instantly felt the inner energy in his body dispersing. He was shocked. "Absorbing Stars Great Art!"
Ren Woxing laughed. "Your inner energy is very pure. It's just the right amount to make up for the energy I used to kill your subordinates."
"No!" Prince Bei Jing struggled desperately, but he was restrained by the [Absorbing Stars Great Technique]. How could Ren Woxing let him escape? Almost in an instant, his originally plump cheeks became a little shriveled, and his hair lost its luster. Obviously, his cultivation had been sucked away, and he had become a cripple.
Song Qingshu said in a clear voice, "Prince Beijing has been captured. As for the rest, surrender and you will be spared!"
"Surrender and you will be spared!"
The soldiers under his command shouted. Prince Beijing's most loyal subordinates had already been annihilated by Ren Woxing and his men. When the rest saw that Patriarch Sunflower was dead and Prince Beijing was captured, they didn't have the heart to resist anymore. They dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground.
Prince Beijing's rebellion was quelled just like that. Lin 'an regained its former peace. The streets and alleys were filled with stories of Song Qingshu's great achievements in quelling the rebellion.
Song QingShu's prestige had reached a whole new level. Originally, Ren Woxing had suggested that he end all his troubles once and for all and directly ascend to the throne. However, Song QingShu still rejected the suggestion after thinking about it for a while.
Originally, he was a great and loyal minister. If he ascended the throne, the atmosphere would change. Later, under Liao Yingzhong's suggestion, he appointed the son of Prince Rong and Prince Rui, Prince Zhao Qiang, who was only a few years old, as the new emperor.
Many knowledgeable people in the Southern Song Dynasty could vaguely guess what was going on. But first of all, Song Qingshu did have the merit of stabilizing the Heaven and Earth. Second of all, he did not do anything improper. Therefore, even the most stubborn Confucian scholar could not say anything.
These days, Song Qingshu was busy digesting the power vacuum left by Prince Beijing, the Jia family, and the Shi family. He remembered when he first arrived in Lin 'an, the forces here were intertwined, which made it difficult for him to move. Now, all the obstacles were gone, and he could calmly place his confidants in various key positions.
One day, he was reading official documents in Prince Qi's Mansion. Suddenly, Ren Yingying came to him with a complicated expression and told him, "Huang Rong wants to see you."
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