The blade in Li Qingshan's right hand smashed through the Demon Suppression Tower. He spread the fingers of his left hand and enveloped Master Zhu — Gravity of the Earth!
At the same time, his scarlet eyes were like a tiger's, filled with malice — the Nightmare Tiger's Demonic Eyes!
"Be careful, fellow!" Only then did the grandmasters realise something was amiss and called out.
When they forced the Unraging monk to let Li Qingshan out, they also felt at ease suppressing him beneath the tower. Never did they think he would actually be able to capture someone through the Demon Suppression Tower, catching them off guard.
Now that they thought about it, Just Now, Li Qingshan had used this exact move to save Hwa Seung-zan from the palace master's sword. It was not that their memories were bad, but because even Qi Practitioners could use a method like retrieving something from thin air. They had never thought it would be an innate ability.
"Wretched daemon!"
All Master Zhu saw was Li Qingshan's vicious grin rushing towards him, and all of his hairs stood on end. In particular, when he saw the scarlet eyes, he became even more frightened. He thought of the Ming concubine's horrific fate and tried his best to break free and distance himself, but the invisible force was so great that he struggled to resist.
It was impossible for him to achieve something that even the Myriad Poison Ancestor could not do in the past. Who knew how many times stronger Li Qingshan was now compared to back then.
"Oh no, if I'm frightened by this wretched daemon and lose my courage, I'll probably be dead for sure!"
"The heart of the world is my heart! Unity of man and nature!"
Master Zhu let out a great roar and rushed up to receive him. He unleashed the supreme technique of confucianism, the Three Strategies of Celestial and Human, as hard as he could. His scholarly robes fluttered, and he became righteous and impervious to all evil. He broke free from the shock of the Nightmare Tiger's Demonic Eyes and no longer showed any fear on his face. He seemed like a gentleman from ancient times, standing between the heavens and the earth.
"The sword is the weapon of a gentleman!" Master Zhu swung his sleeve and raised his sword, swinging it down.
The strike was upright and peaceful, dignified and majestic. It did not possess the sharpness of the Heavenly Reliance sword, nor the sincerity of the Dharma sword. There was only a sense of magnanimity. He wanted to establish his heart for the world, establish his life for the people, inherit the supreme techniques of the past, and establish peace for all generations!
Layer upon layer of sword lights overlapped each other and pressed down towards Li Qingshan, and it was both offensive and defensive without any flaws.
Teacher Zhu stood high above the city wall, looking down at Li Qingshan. He was like a scholarly general who could 'bring peace to the world with his pen and settle the world with his martial prowess'. He was preparing to command the three armies and destroy the roving bandits.
Everyone eased up inside. They thought, Master Zhu really is a grandmaster of Confucianism after all. The Noble Sword's Style has already reached a level of perfection, and it's powered by the Three Strategies of Celestial, a supreme technique of Confucianism, multiplying its power. The Evil Warding sword in his hand is no weaker than the ten famed swords of the Sword Collection palace. He only needs to hold on for a little longer, and we'll be able to save him in time and kill this wretched daemon.
Li Qingshan continued to use the Gravity Field with his left hand as he wielded his saber with his right hand. He did not give off any ferocious aura. In fact, he even seemed to be careless.
The saber flashed — the Noble Sword was broken, and the Evil Warding Sword was broken!
"Come here!" Li Qingshan grabbed Teacher Zhu's head. If your city walls are impregnable, I'll break through them myself, kill my way to the top of the city walls, and capture the commander-in-chief alive!
Only then did everyone return to their senses. Immediately, none of their arcane treasures or techniques dared to attack. They were all dumbfounded. How was this possible!? Concubine Ming had been killed in a single punch. She could be said to have been caught off guard, having fallen into the wretched daemon's trap. However, Teacher Zhu had used his full strength, yet he had been captured so easily by the wretched daemon.
Only Yue Wuyang had vaguely guessed this outcome. He had personally experienced the power of the Wild Flower blade soul. The asura weapon, the Wild Flower blade, was even sharper than the ten famed swords, and the blade techniques of the Wild Flower blade soul were countless times more profound than Teacher Zhu's swordsmanship.
The Wild Flower blade soul was limited by its own strength, so it was unable to unleash its full power. It had almost forced him, a Great General King, into dire straits. However, after becoming one with Li Qingshan, it was no longer a blade technique that belonged to the nine provinces. Instead, it was a blade technique that belonged to the asura realm. How could Teacher Zhu be Li Qingshan's opponent?
"Evildoer, how dare you?" Teacher Zhu was horrified. A strange vibration spread through his body, causing his bones to crack. He could no longer move, and he could no longer maintain his gentlemanly demeanor.
"You think you can call me a bald donkey?" Li Qingshan roared and slashed down with his blade.
Blood splattered. Teacher Zhu suddenly felt his vision split into two, and he saw his other half. He also saw the shocked faces of the Great Grandmasters around him.
All of this took a long time to describe, but it actually happened in the blink of an eye. Li Qingshan drew, grabbed, shouted, and slashed down with his blade. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Teacher Zhu was beheaded!
Everyone suddenly remembered Li Qingshan's words. "If you become a ghost under my blade, don't regret it!"
"No, I will not die here!"
A white Nascent Soul flew out and hurriedly fled. However, a huge hand followed closely behind, blotting out the sky and covering the earth. "You want to leave?"
"Freeze!" The Great Grandmaster shouted in a low voice and used the Freeze Spell.
Li Qingshan's figure paused.
"Evildoer, don't be so arrogant!" "Fellow Daoist Zhu, run!"
The Great Grandmasters attacked together, using the ultimate techniques of their clans.
Li Qingshan shuddered all over. As soon as he broke free from the Freezing curse, a vast, boundless field expanded out beside him. He discovered he was currently standing in a sea of golden wheat that reached his waist. A few strands of white clouds drifted through the blue sky as the warm wind kicked up ripples of wheat. The air was scorching yet fresh, which was enough to calm the mind and make people drowsy.
An old voice came from the horizon. "This is this old man's Secret Farmland. Fellow Daoist's killing intent is too heavy. Why don't you rest here and enjoy the scenery of the countryside?"
"You are a great cultivator of the Agricultural Sect?" Li Qingshan asked.
"I'm just an old man plowing the fields. Rain falls from the heavens, and all things awaken!"
The Great Grandmaster of the Agricultural Sect gave an order, and the scenery of the Secret Farmland suddenly changed. Countless sinister plants drilled out of the earth and rushed at Li Qingshan.
"This is the so-called countryside scenery?" Li Qingshan smiled coldly.
"You brought about your own destruction, so don't blame others. Fellow Daoists, quickly make your move and slay the demon!"
Before he finished, the sound of zither strings rang out. In a split second, killing intent soared into the sky, as if thousands of soldiers and horses were attacking.
It was the sound of the Great Grandmaster of the School of Music's pipa. Although it wasn't as vast and grand as the Sanskrit chanting, it was as sharp as a sword. It cut through the undulating waves of wheat and slashed at Li Qingshan.
The blue sky suddenly darkened. The wind blew, and the clouds gathered. Suddenly, there was the sound of thunder.
A Daoist wearing a tall crown and feathered clothes stood in the wind and clouds. He held a peach wood sword in his hand, and lightning coiled around the sword. He drew an arc and pointed it at Li Qingshan. "God of Thunder, help me, Heavenly Thunder Slay the Demon!"
A huge figure formed by interweaving lightning appeared. It had a pair of wings on its back, and a sharp mouth and monkey face. Its left hand held a wedge, and its right hand held an awl.
The heaven and earth lit up, and a bolt of lightning struck down at Li Qingshan's head.
This was the most powerful Thunder Technique of the School of Daoism. In the past, the patriarch of the Hundred Schools of Thought, Zhou Tong, cultivated this technique. Compared to this Great Grandmaster of the School of Thought, it was like a child playing house.
It was as if the God of Thunder had descended into the world, enforcing the law on behalf of the heavens, and slaying the demon!
"If I want to kill him, who can stop me?"
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