Chapter 146: Gathering Mystic Intent Through Resolution, The Old Man of the Imperial Ancestral Temple Suppresses All Officials (1)
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The sword qi was like light charging at an ox, heroic qi shattered the sunset clouds!
A white heroic qi soared into the sky like a pillar of light that poured into the thick clouds, as if it was knocking away the black clouds that were accumulating spring rain.
Invincible aura, Heroic Qi Attraction, righteous sword qi!
Three auras intertwined. At this moment, in the Lake Gazing Building, the young man’s entire body glowed like a peerless celestial immortal. He raised his sword and wanted to slash away the injustice in his heart.
An ordinary man valued loyalty and was willing to kill with his own hands!
An Le wanted to appease himself, so he naturally would not hesitate to kill. Ever since he stood up from the Ink Pool Sword on the white jade dike, he had already decided to kill.
Green Mountain hummed, low and satisfying, although it was difficult for An Le’s cultivation to break through the Vajra Bell’s defense.
However, Green Mountain was naturally extraordinary. It echoed An Le’s anger from afar, as if it had transformed into a peerless sharp sword. Under the tattered bamboo edge, there was a heroic spirit that could cut through everything.
This tattered bamboo sword of unknown rank seemed to have revealed its sharpness to the entire world. Even a third-grade defensive Dharma treasure could not stop its sharpness!
An Le still felt that it was not enough, so he used the Heroic Qi Attraction to increase his strength and cultivation.
The [Heroic Qi Attraction] Dao Fruit was An Le’s true trump card. Even in his confrontation with Monk Fakong, it had not been activated at all.
Because to An Le, Heroic Qi Attraction was an external force that crossed realms to fight. Under Heroic Qi Attraction, his strength could be greatly increased.
Therefore, An Le did not easily use Heroic Qi Attraction. However, this time, in order to break through the Vajra Bell’s defense, he attracted a wisp of the power of Heroic Qi Attraction.
There was not much heroic qi to begin with, a wisp was extremely heavy.
With just a wisp, the Vajra Bell’s defense, which should have been able to be broken by seventh realm cultivators, was forcefully cut open by An Le at this moment!
Qin Qianqiu, who was hiding inside and did not think that he would encounter a death crisis, was pierced through and nailed to the ground!
The wooden boards of the Lake Gazing Building let out a wail as if they were about to shatter.
An Le’s Collapsing Sword Force, Heroic Qi Attraction, and the sharpness of Green Mountain finally broke through Qin Qianqiu’s turtle shell. A bell’s sorrowful cry exploded in the surroundings.
The golden light around Qin Qianqiu’s ancient bell dissipated. The small bell pendant on his chest instantly split into two, and the divine light disappeared.
Qin Qianqiu, who was hiding under the Vajra Bell, finally revealed himself.
The sword pierced through his chest, bringing with it a burst of bright red blood.
Dark red blood gushed out from the floor.
There was still a hint of disbelief in Qin Qianqiu’s eyes. The world seemed to have quietened down at this moment. He felt the bamboo sword piercing through his chest, as if life and strength were quickly leaving his flesh.
His cultivation level could not form any obstruction or resistance in front of An
The handsome young man in white in front of him really wanted to kill him. He really dared to kill him!
Death was getting closer and closer to him.
In Qin Qianqiu’s eyes, fear was like black ink that had been poured into a clear pool of water. It quickly spread and instantly swallowed the entire clear pool of water.
When he was high and mighty, he could easily control the life and death of others and play with the lives of the weak.
However, when he fell into the dust and approached death, he would also be afraid.
In fact, he was even more afraid than those weaklings who were controlled and played by him!
“Spare… spare me…”
Qin Qianqiu was nailed to the ground. The wooden floor behind him exploded into the shape of a Buddha’s lotus flower. He raised his hand with difficulty and put his palms together, begging.
In the face of death, he was not much nobler than anyone else.
An Le’s white clothes fluttered in the spring breeze, and the Ink Pool Sword hung by his shoulder.
He looked indifferently at Qin Qianqiu on the ground and said, “Again and again, you came after me. A gentleman repays his grievances directly and appeases his own soul.”
“For my spirit, heroic qi, and righteous sword qi, this matter has to end properly. For that, you have to die.” An Le said.
“If you kill me… you will face the wrath of the Prime Minister’s Residence! You will also incur the wrath of the Eldest Prince!”
Qin Qianqiu felt the killing intent in the air and couldn’t hold it in anymore. He spat out blood and tears kept flowing.
He had never felt despair. Ever since he was young, he had been pampered by Prime Minister Qin and felt endless wealth. For the first time, he understood…
the suffocating feeling brought about by despair was really like an abyss.
Why didn’t the civil officials of Prime Minister Qin’s Residence save him? Also, why didn’t the military officials and generals under the Eldest Prince come to save them?
Qin Qianqiu no longer knew. He couldn’t care less. As a noble, he finally began to beg for mercy.
However, An Le had already made up his mind. If he did not kill Qin Qianqiu today, all his courage would be shaken, difficult to stabilize, and even collapse. This was definitely not what he wanted to see.
Today’s matter had already blown up. With his mental power perception, he could clearly sense the powerful Primordial Spirit auras outside the Lake Gazing Building. The Primordial Spirits were like a brilliant sun, and their mental powers were so blazing that they seemed to be able to overturn the West Lake.
However, these experts were stopped by Li You’an and could not enter the Lake Gazing Building.
Clearly, Li You’an was creating a favorable condition for him.
If An Le retreated at this moment, or if it was because of fear and soft-heartedness that he stopped the sword in his hand, it would not only chill his heart, but it would also dampen his drive.
Wasn’t the reason why they stood up for him because of the young man’s unyielding spirit?
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