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After the wheelchair entered the manor of the Master of the City, the street outside remained absolutely silent. Although the people of Dongyi straightened their bodies from under the eaves, no one left. No one discussed. They only looked fearfully and uneasily in the direction of the manor of the Master of the City. Countless gazes were focused in that direction. They didn't know what was happening inside or why the sword saint had come alone to the manor of the Master of the City.
It was to kill.
Regardless of whether Sigu Jian, the Great Grandmaster, decided to tie Dongyi to someone's carriage or step onto someone's road before he died, whether it was north or south, it was all his decision. All of Dongyi, including the surrounding vassal states that had submitted, had to follow his will.
Although this Great Grandmaster was about to leave, he still would not allow anyone in his domain to secretly have disloyal thoughts and collude with the disciples of the Hut. Before he made his own decision, they would arrogantly make a decision for him, deciding the direction of Dongyi and the life and death of countless people in the city.
This was within the scope of a god's work. No mortal could interfere, not even the eldest disciple of the Sword Hut or the manor of the Master of the City who maintained daily order in Dongyi.
The Master of the City was the last distant relative Sigu Jian could find in a remote and desolate place after he had massacred his clan.
Those who went against him would die without a doubt. This was the so-called will of a Grandmaster. This did not need to be emphasized. It was just a natural bottom line principle. It was only for Fan Xian to see it more clearly that Sigu Jian had brought him here.
After the little Emperor stepped into the manor of the Master of the City, her face became very pale. It was as if she was about to become transparent. There was a sense of loss and shock that could not be erased in her eyes. She knew what Sigu Jian wanted to do.
Other than Yun Zhilan, Northern Qi's greatest support in Dongyi was the people in the manor of the Master of the City. The little Emperor had been hoping that these two powers could help her convince Sigu Jian and have Dongyi leave the Qing Kingdom's control.
If Sigu Jian was going to wash the manor in blood, it showed his attitude. The little Emperor felt slightly dizzy. Tightly biting her lower lip, she stood silently behind the wheelchair.
Fan Xian glanced at her calmly. Seeing the paleness of her face, his heart jumped slightly. He reached out and patted her shoulder to express his comfort. This was not the consolation of a victor to a loser. It was just that his heart had been pierced by the sword intent of the expert in the wheelchair, causing his eyes to blink uncontrollably.
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After Sigu Jian entered the manor, the emotion in his eyes gradually became indifferent. There wasn't even a glimmer of coldness.
Several people knelt down at the stone steps of the second gate of the City Lord's Mansion and welcomed the arrival of the Sword Saint in fear and trepidation. They lowered their heads and kowtowed.
With this kowtow, their heads were like fruits ripening in autumn. Breaking their branches, they fell and rolled on the ground.
There was an extremely smooth cut on their necks, as if they had been cut by an unparalleled sharp sword.
Sigu Jian, in the wheelchair, did not have a sword in his hand.
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The little Emperor stared at the rolling heads on the ground. Her face grew paler and paler. Even her tightly pressed lips became whiter.
Fan Xian's hand tightened slightly as he held onto the wheelchair. The veins on it were faintly visible. A drop of cold sweat dripped down from his forehead. He knew Sigu Jian had come to kill and teach him how to kill. He had not thought that this Great Grandmaster would only need to think for a few lives to cease to exist in this world.
The heads rolled to the side, drawing out a streak of blood. They crashed into the moss in the corner of the wall and stopped. Fan Xian's lips were a little dry. He unconsciously wanted to stop Sigu Jian's following actions. He tightened his hand, intending to stop the wheelchair at the bottom of the stone steps.
If the manor of the Master of the City was massacred, it would make the agreement between the Qing Kingdom and Dongyi without any power to oppose it. Even the disciples of the Sword Hut who did not agree with Sigu Jian's will would, because of the blood, once again experience the ruthlessness and power of their sword saint teacher.
Fan Xian still did not want to use such a method. He was not a sentimental and pedantic person. However, he thought that the manor of the Master of the City would never be a major obstacle. As long as Sigu Jian nodded, there were many ways to resolve the problem here.
He had not thought that Sigu Jian would use the simplest and crudest method to resolve it.
At some point, the wheelchair had already climbed up the stone steps and was moving toward the depths of the manor.
Fan Xian and the little Emperor's hands were still on the wheelchair. Their hands trembled more and more. Their faces grew paler and paler. They saw more and more blood and more and more corpses on either side of the wheelchair.
Someone finally summoned the courage to pull out a knife. The knife broke in two. Someone screamed and flew away, their waist broken in two. Even more people looked with terrified eyes at the killing god in the wheelchair. Their legs trembled. They could not move at all. They thought of the legend from many years ago. On that night, the Great Grandmaster in the wheelchair held a sword and entered the manor of the Master of the City. The next day, not a single living person could be found in the manor.
After many years, Sigu Jian entered the manor again. This time, he did not have a sword in his hand. The entire manor was still sadly enveloped by a thick stench of blood.
Fan Xian's face grew paler and paler. The Tyrannical zhenqi in his body had been raised to the limit. The moment it left his body, it was crushed into threads by the killing aura that filled the world outside. It broke into pieces and dissipated in an instant. It was impossible to gather the qi.
The little Emperor's body trembled. She was unable to move at all. She had to place her hand on the wheelchair to barely stabilize her body. Even though she was a powerful female Emperor, looking at the countless heads and broken corpses flying through the air, it was still difficult for her to resist the onslaught of this bloody killing aura.
Blood flew. Blood continued to fly. Blood continued to fly.
Sigu Jian's face was even paler than these two young men's faces. It was a completely illogical white. It was as if all the blood in his body had flowed to some place and then dispersed into a sword qi that pierced the heavens and slaughtered the earth and a murderous aura that could destroy the heavens and destroy the earth. It was being released freely.
Fan Xian and the little Emperor's bodies seemed to have left the control of their minds. They followed this life-taking wheelchair with great passivity as they walked through the manor. The powerful aura emanating from Sigu Jian's body completely controlled all the minute movements around them.
The little Emperor was powerless to resist, so her reaction was slightly weaker. Fan Xian forcefully focused his mind, wanting to resist this cold murderous intent that made him feel very uncomfortable and even disgusting. It was as if he was being hammered endlessly by a heavy hammer, shaking his heart and soul with each blow.
A thread of blood seeped out from the corner of his lips. A helpless sorrow flashed through his eyes. He lowered his eyelids slightly, no longer looking at everything that was happening in the manor. He gave up on the thought of stopping Sigu Jian from killing. He didn't have this power. He also didn't want to take pity on the innocent servants in the manor and anger a Great Grandmaster who had already sunk into a crazed state and sink himself into endless danger.
His eyelids were slightly lowered. He didn't look, but that didn't mean he didn't know, particularly since this was the last lesson Sigu Jian was giving him.
Fan Xian had already relaxed his mind and was no longer fighting head-on against the sword intent that filled the manor. Thus, he could more and more clearly sense any slight change in aura present. He had a deeper understanding of the aura emanating from the Great Grandmaster's body in the wheelchair.
This aura caused him to frown because he detested this aura. Not only did this aura reek of blood, but it was also devoid of emotions. There was only indifference, a kind of indifference that came from looking down on others. It was an indifference that came from looking down on all living things.
It was as if in front of Sigu Jian's eyes and thoughts, there was nothing in the world worthy of being treasured. Everyone could be treated like pigs or dogs.
However, Fan Xian didn't understand. This Great Grandmaster clearly had great affection for Dongyi. Immediately after, Fan Xian sensed the other realm that the aura represented. It was willpower.
Sigu Jian's willpower had already controlled everything around the wheelchair. It was valiant, decisive, and unyielding. All morals, standards, the benevolence of heaven and earth, and the thoughts of the young man behind him became bubbles and floated away in all directions in front of this powerful and absolute willpower.
Fan Xian abruptly raised his head. With one hand, he supported the little Emperor, who was already tottering under this pressure. His eyes quietly followed Sigu Jian's gaze and looked into the manor. He experienced this realm, but he unconsciously feared it.
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There were no Great Grandmasters in the world. The reason the four strange creatures were able to break through the limits of humans and move freely between heaven and earth was because of their own understanding of heaven and earth. Their own experiences created the four Great Grandmasters' completely different paths of breakthrough.
The Qing Emperor had broken into the realm of a Great Grandmaster. It was clear that he had taken a very practical path. A cripple with all the Meridians in his body shattered had reached a realm of joy. Without the limits of Meridians, the power in his body had increased without limit. Using the most difficult method, he had broken through the limits that heaven had created for the human body.
Without question, this was the most valiant method. No matter what, Fan Xian did not dare to learn it. He had no way to learn it.
Sigu Jian's path was different. Since his youth, there had been too much gloom, too much suppression, and too much impulse to kill. Finally, after one night of massacring his entire clan, he had condensed a powerful state of mind from the stench of blood. In the instant he had severed his emotions and nature, he had finally comprehended a will that would not be moved by external things. Using killing and coldness, he began to look coldly at the line in the sky and easily tear it apart.
On the last stone step in the manor of the Master of the City stood a row of people. The Master of Dongyi wore a magnificent clan uniform. His face was deathly pale. He stood in a line with the people closest to him, waiting for the arrival of the sword saint. He had gathered his most powerful strength here, but he also knew that it was impossible to stop a Great Grandmaster from killing people.
Fan Xian's hand was on the back of the wheelchair. He did not notice the silence on the stone steps. The wretched cries gradually stopped. He had only sunk into a dazed state. He had finally experienced Sigu Jian's Great Grandmaster realm. He discovered that the method to search for this realm was perhaps something he would never be able to do.
Every blade of grass, stone, flower, and tree in the world had its own reason for surviving. Each person was unique. If one wanted to break through the realm and touch the Great Grandmaster realm, they would probably have to find a method that truly belonged to them.
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In the wheelchair, Sigu Jian suddenly began to cough. He coughed until his small body bounced on the wheelchair. He coughed until Fan Xian's hand, which was holding the wheelchair, began to tremble again.
The row of aces from the manor of the Master of the City on the stone steps saw this scene. They turned into black shadows that filled the sky and split into seven directions. Like eagles swooping to kill, they leapt toward the wheelchair.
The coughing seemed to be an opportunity and a secret signal. The aces from the manor of the Master of the City did not hesitate and attacked explosively. However, there was no joy in their hearts. The people of Dongyi, including the aces who practiced swordsmanship by the seaside, were all used to the undefeatable sword saint. After decades of divine light, no one had the extravagant hope that they could become the person who killed a god.
However, they still had to carry out the final attack. After all, the sword saint had coughed. Perhaps it was an opportunity. Perhaps it was not. Since they were going to die, to die under the hands of a Great Grandmaster should be a kind of glory.
Before the shadows arrived, a gust of wind had already hit them in the face. The aces from the manor of the Master of the City did not target the two young people behind the wheelchair. They had long seen that these two young people had already sunk into a mental predicament that they could not extricate themselves from.
Fan Xian had a feeling that if he was faced with these aces' most heroic attack before death, he would probably have no way to counterattack.
Sigu Jian was still curled up in the wheelchair coughing. His remaining hand covered his mouth. There was no sword by his side.
Therefore, he waved his hand, and a sword on the ground moved. It moved extremely quickly, like a bolt of lightning, and arrived in his steady palm.
Sigu Jian swung his sword. The power of the sword was not perfect. It was like seven green mountain peaks suddenly tearing off the outer bark of the tree to reveal the strange, craggy, and thorn-like rocks underneath. It was as if they were going to pierce seven large holes in the sky.
Faced with the last seven aces from the manor of the Master of the City, Sigu Jian casually stabbed out with his sword. With a valiant, indifferent, and bloodthirsty willpower, he stabbed out four times in seven different directions.
This was already a strike that surpassed the secular world.
It contained an aura that focused only on the front and not on the back. Hidden behind the aura was a supreme willpower that transcended the aura. It was free because of its coldness and indifference because of its bloodthirst.
The four swords stabbed into seven people. The seven aces collapsed to the ground without a sound.
Sigu Jian waved his sleeve. The common steel sword in his hand left his hand and pierced straight into the chest of the Master of Dongyi.
After Sigu Jian entered the manor in a wheelchair, the Master of Dongyi did not make a single argument or sigh. He only calmly watched the scene in front of him and waited for death to come. He knew that since his distant uncle had personally come out of the Hut, then only death awaited him. Toward a crazy Great Grandmaster, a bloodthirsty sword saint, and a heartless monster who had slaughtered his entire clan, the Master of the City had no emotion.
The Master of the City coughed up blood. Feeling his life leave him, he began to cry. In the moment before his death, perhaps there was too much dissatisfaction and resentment in his heart, just like the resentment the Qing Emperor had felt many years ago. There should not have been these Great Grandmasters in this world.
There was too much logic in this world.
Fan Xian had watched Sigu Jian attack seriously. This was the first time Sigu Jian had truly attacked since entering the manor. He had a sword in his hand. His gaze was very sharp. He had captured the method and trajectory of the last four swords. Thus, his heart was incomparably shocked.
This was the true Sigu Sword. Like a bird in the sky, like a fish in the water, between one movement and one stillness, there was no warning at all. He only attacked based on his heart. It was not just a valiant act of looking ahead and not caring about the back, looking left and not caring about the right.
The four swords were elegant and cold to the extreme. One glance could topple a city, the second glance could topple a country, and the third glance troubled the plans of the world. It made a hero cry. Pulling out his sword, Sigu Jian's heart was at a loss. He did not see the ancients before or after. He watched the long passage of heaven and earth and cried alone.
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In Suzhou, Ye Liuyun had once split half a building with one strike. Fan Xian had thought that the pinnacle of sword skill in the world was nothing more than this. Seeing Sigu Jian attack, only now did he know that the most powerful symbol of a killing weapon like the sword was the connection between the sword and the heart. There was no faster method of expression in the world than the heart.
Where the heart was, the tip of the sword was.
To be able to cultivate a sword technique that defied the common sense of heaven and earth and should not exist in this world, even the person controlling the sword would feel a glimmer of awe. Even the person controlling the sword probably didn't know how he was able to use such a sword technique. After one strike, the swordsman held the blood-dripping sword in his hand and looked around at the boundless wilderness with a sense of loss.
The true meaning of the Sigu Sword, in the end, was still a sense of loss.
Fan Xian's hand continued to hold the little Emperor's arm, but he couldn't stop it from trembling. To be able to comprehend such a sword technique, what a fortunate or painful thing it was.
On an unknown tree by the Master of the City's manor, a crow that had been curled up and peeping for half a day finally could no longer withstand the will that filled heaven and earth. With a caw, it flew away.
Sigu Jian's eyes were cold. He coughed up blood at the corner of his mouth. His face was terrifyingly pale. His small and thin body was completely curled up in the wheelchair. Of the two young people behind him, one was at a loss and the other was stern. Beside them were pools of blood and corpses. Fan Xian lowered his head. A strange thought surged in his heart. He seemed to be able to sense that the Great Grandmaster in the wheelchair had reached the end of his life.
In the end, he had still pulled out his sword. Although these four strikes were beautiful and cruel, compared to three years ago on Dong Mountain, when Sigu Jian had killed 100 Tiger Guards with one strike, the Sigu Jian now was clearly much weaker.
The body of the Master of Dongyi slowly knelt down in front of the wheelchair. It was as if he was expressing his final submission.
Fan Xian abruptly raised his head and watched in shock as a black-clothed man appeared in front of the three of them as the Master of the City's body fell.
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