Master of Strange Dao

The Storage Bag shattered instantly under the Blade Gang, and the coffin inside also crumbled, revealing Cui Changping, who was encased in ice.

The spectator narrowed their eyes and made a grasping motion in the air. Their power, defying the laws of nature, crushed the Blade Gang and seized the frozen Cui Changping back.

Yu Ziqing reached inside his robe, and the rusty sword, with its rust falling away, appeared in his hand.

If the power gained by drawing the sword was determined by Cui Changping's Ninth Tier state, that would be ideal.

But if it was determined by the Cui Changping of today, now a cripple with only a breath left, then Yu Ziqing would have to take out the sword Han Dong gave him.

After one strike, whether he could kill or not, Yu Ziqing would at least have a chance to escape.

The rusty sword was unsheathed, and in an instant, Sword Qi surged in all directions, indiscriminately tearing everything apart.

The twenty-four Blade Dao experts formed a battle array but were still injured by the scattering Sword Qi. The group kept retreating as they resisted the Sword Qi.

Yu Ziqing's momentum also soared, and standing there, he was like an unsheathed sword reaching for the sky. The sharp Sword Qi condensed to the extreme, blossoming into a green sword lotus.

The rusty sword transformed into a blue three-foot-three-inch blade. Sword Qi spurted from the long sword, with a hissing sound surrounding it, as if something was being continuously torn apart.

Yu Ziqing pointed the tip of the sword at his opponent and revealed a slight smile.

Cui Changping excelled in his vast Qi Veins, with his power enough to transform hundreds of miles into torrential rains.

In terms of exhaustion, no one of the same tier could outlast him.

To kill him, one must not use similarly diffused power. Instead, condensed power to the utmost could easily break Cui Changping's advantage, making a Sword Cultivator the most suitable.

Yu Ziqing carefully sensed. At this moment, his Realm should be considered Ninth Tier, Second Tribulation. His Qi Veins were far less elongated than Cui Changping's, but his Sword Qi had reached extreme condensation.

All his Combat Skills, Sword Skills, and Secret Techniques, he didn't know how to describe them, yet they felt instinctual, like he knew exactly what to do.

He lightly swung the long sword, and the Sword Qi that formed the green sword lotus condensed on the long sword in an instant. With one strike, the Sword Qi suddenly turned into a blue Sword Qi River, stretching across the land from nothing.

The white-haired man was utterly shocked and found himself unable to dodge.

Too fast. At the moment Yu Ziqing swung his sword, the blue Sword Qi River had already appeared suddenly, spanning hundreds of miles heaven and earth.

He retreated with Cui Changping in one hand, and a scroll unfurled before him, showing a Green River running through the bottom part. One person stood with arms behind their back, gazing at the singular moon hanging above the scroll.

The scroll was activated by the Sword Qi, and the figure inside slowly turned around with a thunderous shout.

"Vast Qi River."

With the roar, the scroll's contents seemed to materialize instantly.

A middle-aged man with an aura of righteousness and gleaming eyes stood under the bright moon, with the Green River at his feet, surging upward to collide with the Sword Qi River.

The Sword Qi, refined to the extreme, couldn't easily pierce through the Green River. The Sword Qi rushed through the Green River, continually dissipating with the billowing waves.

After three breaths, the manifested Green River slowly dispersed, and the Sword Qi River also vanished with it.

The dignified middle-aged man scrutinized Yu Ziqing and revealed a faint smile.

"Youth is truly terrifying."

He glanced back at the white-haired man and shook his head.

"I've blocked the fatal blow for you. The agreement with the original owner of this ink treasure is now fulfilled. I never thought this ink treasure would one day fall into the hands of someone so vile. Truly unfortunate."

After saying this, the middle-aged man pointed into the air, shattering the manifested moon instantly. His figure, along with everything manifested, faded away.

When the scroll reappeared, it had turned blank, with no content remaining.

Yu Ziqing held the sword and burst into laughter.

He had never seen such a thing before.

In battle, the opponent's protective treasure destroyed itself.

The white-haired man's gaze grew colder.

He too hadn't expected this.

Yu Ziqing, grasping the long sword, according to the rules, had to target Cui Changping with the first strike, go all out.

If he couldn't defeat Cui Changping in one hit, then he could take control himself.

He grasped the long sword with his right hand, formed a sword finger with his left, and struck again.

A blue Sword Qi shot like a ray of light, instantly piercing through the man's defense and hitting Cui Changping.

All the Sword Qi vanished within Cui Changping's body, then immediately exploded, turning into a massive green sword lotus blooming in mid-air.

The Sword Qi erupted like a blue waterfall, causing the white-haired man to retreat continually. One by one, his Protective Magic Treasures were shattered by the Sword Qi.

The twenty-four Blade Dao experts were pierced by the Sword Qi, falling from the sky one after another.

The white-haired man, battling as he retreated, was both shocked and furious.

This situation, he truly hadn't anticipated.

He never imagined that Qing Ziyu from Jinlan Mountain had suddenly become a Second Tier Sword Cultivator.

He himself, only a First Tribulation, could by no means win against a Second Tier Sword Cultivator.

The people from Jinlan Mountain were indeed extraordinarily wicked.