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Behind Ji Zikong, the Sword Shadow solidified, as Sword Intent rampaged in all directions, incredibly cold.
This Sword Intent, in an instant, resembled dragons in the raging waves, rushing to break through the sea surface.
Countless sword lights enveloped Shen Qing, blocking out the sky and sun.
Shen Qing saw this scene, his face, already pale as paper, lost its color completely, eyes flashing with an expression of disbelief and horror.
Faced with the ocean-like sword light, he had no way out.
At this life-and-death moment, he gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and directly conjured the Three-legged Furnace from his Qi Sea.
A flash of black light shimmered between his brows, and an ancient and majestic aura spread out.
A Three-legged Ancient Cauldron appeared out of thin air before Shen Qing.
The Three-legged Cauldron was only the size of a palm, yet inside it contained overwhelming Sword Intent.
This Sword Intent was not sourced from the Three-legged Cauldron, but existed within the Broken Blade inside the cauldron and the scarlet bloodstains.
Shen Qing had previously researched that the Broken Blade inside was extremely terrifying, difficult to handle.
Every attempt was a risky venture.
More troubling was that the tainted blood on the Broken Blade contained a True Intent, and overuse would result in backlash from the Sword Qi within the Broken Blade, with the True Intent pollution damaging even the Primordial Spirit.
However, given the current situation, he couldn’t care about those concerns.
Shen Qing focused his mind, gritting his teeth, poured all his remaining Spiritual Power into the cauldron.
His entire body’s acupoints trembled with light.
Instantly, the Three-legged Cauldron soared into the sky, expanding to blot out the sky and sun, tilting forward, unleashing a torrent of overwhelming Sword Intent.
The Broken Blade sealed within the cauldron shot out directly, transforming into streams of silver light, clashing head-on with Ji Zikong’s sword intention.
Boom!
The tainted blood on the Broken Blade shone with a glazed radiance, the Sword Intent becoming incredibly grand.
The sound of porcelain shattering echoed between heaven and earth.
"How is this possible?" Ji Zikong’s eyes widened in exclamation.
He saw his Sword Apparition crumble inch by inch under this mighty Sword Intent.
With a muffled bang,
His Sword Apparition, condensed by his Primordial Spirit, completely shattered.
Invisible spatial ripples spread in all directions.
Ji Zikong staggered, retreating a few steps before stabilizing his body.
A trickle of scarlet blood seeped from his mouth, his face going utterly colorless.
Shen Qing wasn’t doing well either.
Even with the formidable Six Paths Reincarnation Technique, he couldn’t completely withstand the Spiritual Power exhaustion from the Broken Blade.
"Ugh..." Shen Qing felt a sweetness in his throat, a powerful will imprinted upon his Primordial Spirit.
He made a decisive cut, slicing off a wisp of his Primordial Spirit.
Seeing Ji Zikong unresponsive, Shen Qing’s eyes flashed determination, his hands moving without pause, activating the Great Void Shifting Technique to escape this place.
The Three-legged Cauldron spun, striking at the void before him.
Cracks appeared on the void, revealing a pitch-black hole.
The Three-legged Cauldron ripped through the spatial barrier, wrapping around Shen Qing, swept him in.
"Thinking of leaving? How dare you!"
Ji Zikong, disregarding everything, attempted to block Shen Qing.
But he was ultimately a step too slow.
As he rushed to that hole, Shen Qing had already crossed the void, disappearing without a trace.
Moments later, everything settled.
Even with Ji Zikong’s exhaustive search, he couldn’t find any trace of Shen Qing, leaving him furious.
Ji Zikong, long accustomed to high status, had never lost his composure like this, shedding all imperial dignity.
"Ugh!"
Ji Zikong suddenly felt Qi-Blood churning, unable to help but spit out a mouthful of tainted blood.
He horrifyingly discovered that a will had stealthily integrated onto his Primordial Spirit at some point.
"Damn it!"
Ji Zikong’s face twisted in rage.
To save his life, he directly severed a significant portion of his Primordial Spirit, sustaining severe injury.
His uncontrolled body plummeted from mid-air, crashing to the ground.
Sitting on the ground, panting, Ji Zikong gradually regained his composure.
At this moment, his shock was beyond description.
He never imagined that, with his current status, as the world’s foremost Martial Artist, he couldn’t subdue a Primordial Spirit Realm martial master!
No one would believe it spread.
The more Ji Zikong thought, the more terrified he became.
Who on earth was Shen Qing!!!
"No matter who he is, there can only be one supreme Martial Arts in the world. No matter what, that person must be me!"
Ji Zikong fell into complete madness, eyes focused, wiping away the tainted blood at the corner of his mouth, soaring back into the sky, heading towards the ruins of the Capital City.
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At this point, might as well go all in, the Eight Great Families have been nurtured long enough, it’s time to reap, to forge oneself!
"Let’s go, Your Majesty is mad, we must leave here immediately!"
In the outskirts of the Capital City, Huang Furo, at some unknown time, found the resting place of the uncle and others, directly urging them to evacuate.
The Emperor’s slaying of family, such treacherous acts already happened, she realized this empire was completely in chaos, staying in the Capital was ominously dangerous.
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The events to follow were unknown, if they didn’t leave now, it would be too late.
Tian Xiaohu and others hid in the manor, only hearing much commotion from outside, but unaware of what precisely happened.
At this point, seeing Huang Furo hurriedly urging them to evacuate also puzzled them.
"What happened? Didn’t we just evacuate? Why evacuate again?"
Huang Furo said, "After the Huang Tian Sect’s assault, His Majesty went mad, killing wantonly, staying here means death for everyone!"
"What?!" Uncle Shen the Second and others were shocked.
"What about Qingzi, what about him?" Uncle Shen the Second asked anxiously.
Huang Furo paused slightly, then feigned calm, replying, "He has his own matters, rest assured, with his cultivation, few in the world could harm him."
"No more questions, let’s hurry, it’s now or never."
"Alright!"
Uncle Shen the Second and others trusted Huang Furo implicitly, said no more, following her to leave immediately.
They had only recently relocated, many things were ready-packed, moving was no trouble for Huang Furo.
The convoy swiftly set off in a southwestern direction.
In the carriage, Aunt Wang, feeling anxious, cautiously asked, "Niece, where are we going?" while eyeing Huang Furo’s sharp presence.
Huang Furo, eyes narrowed, answered, "Back to Yongzhou!"
Just then, she heard screams from the direction of the Capital behind, like thunderclaps repeatedly booming.
"Ji family’s child dared such acts, I will not spare you, ah..."
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The screams were harrowing, chilling to the bone.
The Shen family in the carriage, upon hearing, stayed utterly silent, trembling in fear.
Only Huang Furo instinctively glanced in the direction where Shen Qing vanished, remaining silent.
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