“I...”

The moment Tuoba Chongguang opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood gushed out.

He tried to reach for the long spear, struggling for a moment, but ultimately fell limp.

After the Qi Meridian is fully formed, the human body communicates with the heavens, allowing it to exchange true qi with the world at all times, thus achieving an endless supply of true qi.

And then, they are able to achieve brief flight!

In his last moment, he wanted to retreat. The instant his true qi shield shattered, he almost escaped, but in the end, he was still pierced through the chest by the spear.

Whoosh~

An Qisheng flicked his wrist, and the corpse hanging on the long spear was thrown out several zhang like a straw doll, falling into the ruins.

All his ambition, all his schemes, all his struggles, all his unwillingness, everything.

All were buried under the scattering earth and stones.

Silence.

At the peak of Tianyu Mountain, everyone fell into silence.

Even Lan Da and Zhao Changlin did not expect that in such a short time, Xue Chaoyang and Tuoba Chongguang were already one dead and one injured.

Even they were shaken by that final spear and palm strike.

"An! Qi! Sheng!"

An infinitely desolate and cold voice rang out:

"Very good, very good..."

Ten zhang above the ground, Xue Chaoyang stood suspended in the air, his long, scattered hair falling over a cold face filled with unconcealable, chilling killing intent.

All his plans, all his schemes, were now ruined.

An Qisheng stood holding his spear, looking at him calmly, his voice even:

"I am naturally very good."

Xue Chaoyang's martial arts were undoubtedly above Tuoba Chongguang's. Although it was partly because he was distracted, Xue Chaoyang had still received his 'Nantianmen' (South Heaven Gate).

At this time, most of his injuries were due to the backlash from his own use of secret techniques.

He didn't care that Xue Chaoyang could fly in the air; he had known this for a long time.

However, Qi Meridian flight was not as fast as their qinggong (light body skill), and it was not very useful whether for traveling or fighting.

At most, it could prevent someone like Xue Chaoyang from falling off a cliff.

But this was also good; he needed to eradicate the threat completely. If he really let him fall off the cliff, it would be too hard to find him.

"Lord Tuoba!"

"Chief Constable!"

"Lord Tuoba!"

At this time, the remaining constables of the Six Doors cried out in grief.

The gazes of the constables towards An Qisheng were full of fear. Even Tuoba Chongguang had been killed on the spot; how could they dare to attack?

"Xue Chaoyang!"

His face still blue, Zhao Changlin struggled to get up, gritting his teeth as he said:

"My Jishen Sect has always stayed out of the imperial court's business. Why are you plotting to kill us today?"

As he stood up, the martial artists also scattered, raising their swords and glaring at the constables of the Six Doors, all filled with killing intent.

"Stay out of our business? Are you worthy?!"

In mid-air, Xue Chaoyang raised his head, his scattered hair fluttering in the wind.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"The world belongs to the imperial court! You unfilial and ungrateful people, relying on your martial arts skills, refuse to perform corvée labor, refuse to pay taxes, occupy the mountains and forests, and gather refugees... Calling yourselves sects, you are actually countries within a country, the greatest scourge of Dafeng!"

"How absurd!"

Before Zhao Changlin could speak, a disciple behind him stepped forward:

"Your Dafeng has only been established for two hundred years, while my Jishen Sect has existed for more than three times that! Before the ancestors of your Dafeng Emperor were even born, our Jishen Sect was already standing on this land. What qualifications do you have to govern us?!"

Whoosh~

As the words drifted, Zhao Changlin's expression changed. In a blur, the disciple who had just spoken spewed blood as a silver needle pierced through his chest.

"Trash like dogs, are you worthy to speak to me?!"

Xue Chaoyang sighed softly, brushing his hair back, seemingly unconcerned about the surging emotions of the martial artists.

He stared fixedly at An Qisheng.

At this point, he could simply release his true qi and fall off the cliff. With his martial arts cultivation, he might not have a chance of survival, but he still chose to stay.

He wanted to make one last attempt.

To eliminate this hidden danger for Dafeng.

Boom!

True qi as turbulent as a volcanic eruption burst forth from his body.

Xue Chaoyang roared to the sky, and with a movement of his body, the black longsword instantly cut through the air:

"Let's fight to the death!"

"Good!"

An Qisheng nodded slightly, and with a step, his long spear shot through the air.

Boom!

The energy surged, and the blade light and spear shadow both dissipated.

Ignoring his own bleeding body, Xue Chaoyang wielded his longsword, acting like a madman!

The Seven Stars Breaking Sun Technique was fully activated!

Not avoiding vital points, not dodging the spear, not fearing life or death!

In this desperate situation, Xue Chaoyang was as frenzied as a demon, his true qi surging wildly, and the Heavenly Wolf Seven Demon Blades were displayed to their fullest extent. For a moment, the dazzling display almost overwhelmed An Qisheng's long spear!

Clang clang clang clang~~~

The sound of thousands of collisions echoed in the sky, and Xue Chaoyang's blade light was extremely fierce.

As the air currents surged, An Qisheng's long hair flew up:

"Kill!!!"

Roar~

The long spear soared into the air, like a dragon traversing the battlefield, shattering layers of blade light as it moved.

Xue Chaoyang, with the Seven Stars Breaking Sun Technique fully activated, contained an incredibly terrifying force in every strike.

Even with An Qisheng's current physique, he could faintly feel the groaning of his body. His skin, muscles, bones, and internal organs were all enduring immense impact.

But he still.

Did not avoid, did not dodge, did not retreat, did not yield, using speed to fight speed, using hardness to meet hardness!

Boom!

Boom!

The two of them moved vertically and horizontally on the mountaintop. Wherever they passed, the earth cracked, the rocks shattered, and the sand and mud splashed. The vast Tianyu peak became a ruin.

"Ah!!!"

At a certain moment, a long roar shook the sky.

The sounds of metal clashing all dissipated.

An Qisheng stood holding his spear, his steel-like body exposed beneath his torn daoist robe.

Three zhang in front of him, Xue Chaoyang swayed, large mouthfuls of blood gushing from his mouth. In his chest, a bowl-sized hole was completely hollow, and his heart was gone.

And what was not visible was that invisible force had already shattered all the bones and internal organs in his body...

"Strength is inferior..."

Blood dripped to the ground, Xue Chaoyang trembled, and his gaze looked towards the distance behind An Qisheng as he muttered:

"I was a commoner, but was appreciated by the King and rose to a high position... It's a pity, I failed to eliminate the harm for the country..."

He died.

The wide eyes lost their luster.

Died without falling, died with unresolved grievances.

"Your blade intent, your belief, your will, I felt it..."

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

Although he was an enemy, he had to admit that Xue Chaoyang's beliefs and spirit were extremely strong. Otherwise, he would not have been able to break free from his 'Nantianmen'.

In martial arts competition, the improvement of techniques is only secondary. The most important thing is to comprehend the 'Dao' of different people.

After killing Xue Chaoyang and Tuoba Chongguang, he realized that this kind of life-and-death struggle could also obtain Daoli (Dao Power), but the threshold was very high.

Whoosh~

He flicked his sleeve slightly, and an invisible air current swept over like the wind, closing his eyes for him.

"Lord! Lord!"

At this time, the remaining constables of the Six Doors swarmed over, picking up the bodies of Xue Chaoyang and Tuoba Chongguang.

Many people had tears in their eyes, and their bodies trembled.

Although Xue Chaoyang was cruel, he was really good to his subordinates. Although he was strict, he never deducted anything.

Clang clang clang~

Blade lights rose, and the sound of swords was menacing.

Many martial artists also surrounded them, blocking the end of the mountain road, and glared at the constables of the Six Doors.

Among the crowd, Dongmen Ruo and Mo Fengtao were covered in cold sweat, and despair appeared in their eyes.

During the previous chaos, they had thought about running away, but these martial artists hated them so much that they were watching them at all times.

So even if they wanted to escape in advance, it was absolutely impossible.

Whoosh~

An Qisheng put away his long spear, looked at the gazes of reverence, fear, dread, and hatred, and truly felt the reality of this world.

Order existed in the open, chaos in the dark.

Fighting and killing was a normal thing for the Jianghu (martial world) people of this world.

"Thank you, Mr. An, for your help."

Zhao Changlin and Lan Da, who were being helped over, cupped their fists slightly.

"Thank you, Hero An, for saving our lives!"

The rest of the martial artists also cupped their hands to express their gratitude.

"Heh~"

An Qisheng laughed with an ambiguous meaning.

He had not forgotten that the purpose of these martial artists was to obtain the Duoling Demon Technique (Soul-Snatching Demonic Art) from him.

The reason he came up here this time was not for these people.

He just didn't want to take the blame.

If not, too many people died every day in the world, so how could he care about the lives of some martial artists who wanted to 'eliminate demons'?

He didn't care about the gratitude or resentment of the crowd. He carried his long spear upside down and walked away.

Wherever he passed, whether it was the people of the martial world or the constables of the Six Doors, they consciously made way for him.

"You..."

Behind the crowd, looking at An Qisheng walking towards him, Dongmen Ruo's face was pale, his body trembling, and a great fear emerged in his heart.

"Ah!"

Seeing An Qisheng getting closer and closer, Dongmen Ruo screamed and knelt on the ground: "No, it wasn't me who revealed your whereabouts..."

"So it was you."

An Qisheng understood slightly.

In this world, not many people knew the name 'An Qisheng'. Apart from Huiguo, there were only Dongmen Ruo and Zhao Yanyan.

He had been wondering how the people from the Six Doors knew, but now he understood.

However, after glancing at Dongmen Ruo, who was missing two fingers, An Qisheng didn't care much. Peng Shui (casual acquaintance) could do this for you, and that was the most one could expect; how could one ask for more?

"Where is my stuff?"

An Qisheng lowered his eyes and said lightly.

"Wh, what..."

Dongmen Ruo was stunned at first, then he thought of something and took out a large handful of silver notes from his arms:

"Th, those things in the village, the little one has exchanged them for silver notes for you..."

The amount was quite large. Naturally, a mere village did not have so much money. Most of it was probably Dongmen Ruo's money.

"Mm."

An Qisheng casually took the silver notes and stuffed them into his arms without even looking at the amount.

After that, he did not intend to stay at all and walked leisurely down the mountain.

His movements seemed slow but were actually extremely fast, and no one present dared to stop him or call him back.

Zhao Changlin wanted to say something but stopped. Only when An Qisheng's figure had completely disappeared did he sigh:

"Truly unrestrained..."

"This person, this person is too arrogant!"

Among the crowd, someone couldn't help but speak.

"Shut up!"

Lan Da glanced coldly at the speaker, full of disgust:

"Have you forgotten the purpose of this trip?!"

They had all come to 'eliminate demons and seize the technique'. The main character had saved them by chance, so did they expect him to give them a good look?

Not killing everyone was already great kindness!

The man was stunned, then his face turned red, and the others also suddenly realized.

"Hmph!"

A tall constable, holding Xue Chaoyang's body, looked at Zhao Changlin and said coldly:

"Either fight to the death, or make way!"

"You imperial dogs, you all deserve to die!"

The other martial artists were furious at his arrogance even when he was about to die.

Seeing that a conflict was about to break out, Zhao Changlin coughed lightly and mustered his remaining strength to say:

"Stop, all of you! Let them go!"

"What?! Hero Zhao, you want to let them go?"

"No! They killed so many fellow martial artists; how can we let them go so easily?"

"Kill! We must kill them!"

The martial artists were in an uproar.

"Cough cough."

Zhao Changlin coughed lightly. Seeing the uproar, he sighed inwardly and ordered his disciples not to attack.

Kill?

How to kill?

The Six Doors was an imperial court organization with unified policies and strict discipline. Even if all the martial artists were killed, no news would leak out.

Could this rabble do that?

Wouldn't this blame still fall on the Jishen Sect and the Baiyue Manor?

He was not so stupid.

Lan Da naturally understood this principle and also restrained his disciples from attacking.

With the Jishen Sect and Baiyue Manor not attacking, the other martial artists shouted and killed, but they still watched the people from the Six Doors go down the mountain.

No one was stupid; no one dared to take the blame.

Dongmen Ruo and Mo Fengtao exchanged a look, wanting to follow the people from the Six Doors and retreat, but they were swarmed by hundreds of martial artists and hacked into mincemeat...