The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS

Sword light became an invisible giant, filled with the essence of the Dao, containing Taixu, severing the enemy that must be killed.

"Dong—"

The dazzling Golden Bell manifested, Buddhist chants resounded, unleashing the power of Buddha, yet it still couldn't defend against the Sword of Taixu.

A long, narrow sword mark appeared on the Golden Bell, and with just one strike, the twelfth layer of the Golden Bell Shield was proclaimed shattered.

"Seven Absolute Desolate."

At the moment of crisis, Qing Yu transformed into mist, shifting from form to formless, allowing the sword light to pass through his body, leaving a long-lasting sword mark in the distant sky.

The mist gathered again to reconstitute Qing Yu's form, but in his chest and abdomen, blood suddenly burst forth, a slashing wound running diagonally from left to right, nearly severing his body in two.

Seven Absolute Desolate was not invincible; Xuan Chen's sword could, at least, injure Qing Yu, even kill him.

"I indeed held back my strength," said Xuan Chen, holding the Divine Sword exuding a chilling aura of Dao power, his prowess far more than doubled than before, "because you are too weak."

Too weak indeed, so weak that Xuan Chen believed he only needed to use his expected level of strength to kill Qing Yu, so weak that Xuan Chen even found it a bit amusing.

He had expended so much mental power to deal with Qing Yu, and yet the latter, confident in his strength, had walked so arrogantly to his death.

But what Xuan Chen hadn't expected was that behind what seemed like arrogance was a layered design, killing Xuan Yin, semi-crippling the Zhenwu Seven Tribulations Formation—Qing Yu's schemes were alarming and regretful.

But it didn't matter. As long as he killed Qing Yu, all of this was still acceptable.

Xuan Chen's eyes became cold as ice, looking at Qing Yu as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Puhahaha... cough cough..." Even now, Qing Yu could still laugh, as if the blood he coughed up were nothing more than saliva.

His powerful physical body and meticulous control assured that even with such a grave injury, he still possessed impressive combat strength. But this remaining combat strength could not be utilized in the face of Xuan Chen, who now revealed his true power and held the Divine Sword.

After all, Qing Yu had been severely wounded by a single sword strike even in his prime.

But even so, Qing Yu still laughed, as if the one who incurred the grievous injury was not himself, "How heartless, Xuan Yin remembered you until her death, but you only grieved for her for a moment, merely a moment. You truly have a heart of stone, Master."

Such shocking words came from Qing Yu's mouth, pity that there was no third party to hear them, otherwise they would have been astonished to the point of losing their jaws.

The Sect Leader of Zhenwu Sect, Xuan Chen, was actually Qing Yu's master.

Or to say, he was once Xuan Chen, but he had now become someone else.

"When did you discover it?" 'Xuan Chen' remained expressionless, his eyes, however, filled with deeper killing intent.

He didn't deny it. The hidden move by Qing Yu that had targeted Xuan Yin meant he was not completely in the dark. The seemingly flawless plan had long since developed gaps that could not be mended.

"It's not hard to guess, as long as..."

Another sword light flashed, and 'Xuan Chen' silently appeared behind Qing Yu, the Zhenwu Sword in his hand unstained by blood, but Qing Yu's body was completely bisected.

"This is not playing by the rules!"

On Kunyin Peak, the White-haired Taoist was now at the edge of the mountain, shaking his head.

He thought there would be a time for everyone to discuss conspiracies and schemes, talk about enmity and grievances, drag out the time. After all, isn't that what villains usually do?

Moreover, the complex relationship of master and disciple between Qing Yu and the man posing as Xuan Chen—if it were to be written into a book, surely it could span hundreds of thousands of words.

But just like that, he was cut down by a sword.

"Ha, after all, he and I were only master and disciple for less than a day."

This sentence came from the figure slowly emerging from behind, dressed in black.

The dark aura dissipated, revealing an identical figure. White hair, a lotus crown, and a Daoist robe with white and purple patterns—it was like looking in a mirror at two White-haired Taoists.

Saint and Demon Embryo, both selves arrived at once. The Qing Yu present here was the true Qing Yu, as for the one sliced in two, that was just the old body.

"The layout has come to this point, finally arriving at the last station," said the Qing Yu on the left.

This return to the Zhenwu Sect seemed a bit reckless, stirring up a decisive battle the very day he returned, but the confrontation between the two sides had started a long time ago.

At the previously held Debating Conference, Qing Yu, disguised as Supreme Daoist Xuan Du, was attacked by a Divinity Realm warrior. That attacker probably didn't expect the target to take such an interest in him, but it was then that Qing Yu took notice of this person.

The subsequent experiences further confirmed that indeed someone was watching Qing Yu, watching Zhenwu Sect discreetly.

Xuan Chen, Xuan Guang, Xuanfa, among these three potential suspects, Xuan Chen was the least likely, Xuan Guang the most likely.

But after the battle at the lakeside of Shuxi Prefecture, Qing Yu discarded the possibility of Xuan Guang being responsible.

Having cultivated the Southern Border Battle Body, absorbing Earthly Evil Qi into his body, Xuan Guang's True Qi had completely merged with the Earthly Evil Qi. His Yin Yang True Qi had taken another path, largely severing his ties with the Zhenwu Sect.

Of the two remaining, Xuanfa's likelihood was still not great, but it was no longer as insignificant as before.

The death of Xuanfa indeed had many suspicions, especially once it was known that Xuanfa did not die by suicide as rumors suggested, but was killed by Tong Jue. The doubts intensified.

After all, Supreme Elder Tong Jue himself had a shady foundation.

Moreover, the routine of framing Xuan Guang had some loopholes. Tan Wuyan indeed belonged to Xuan Guang, but in reality, there was little association between Xuan Guang and the Blood Demon Sect.

Qing Yu learned of this while accessing 'Song Ziqi's' memories.

Given this, could it be possible that Tan Wuyan had another master?

Upon inspecting Xuanfa's tomb and when the coffin was examined, Qing Yu's suspicions peaked.

Don't be mistaken, the corpse was very well preserved, with a sense of age that seemed to suggest it was prepared over a decade ago, not hastily made substandard goods; even the medical expert Xuanzhen couldn't detect anything amiss.

The mistake was in being overly meticulous, even setting up an Array for inspection in that valley.

He thought he was watertight, yet he didn't realize that it was precisely because of this that Qing Yu decided to take action.

Upon detecting the suspicions, Qing Yu decisively chose to take the initiative and not give the other party more time to arrange. The performance in the valley was also just for the eyes of others.

Had he been truly so arrogant, Xuanzhen wouldn't have rushed back to Su Nu Peak and solidified the pillar of Qi so swiftly.

Of course, the real confirmation came after reading Xuan Yin's memory.

"Xuanfa is powerful, but..."

The other Qing Yu continued, "The victor will surely be me."

The two Qing Yus walked together, their silhouettes merged, their power fused, the two parts that had mostly acted separately since their growth rejoined.

"The complete feeling, the powerful force, it feels good."

"So, let's begin the second round. Are you ready to embrace death, my Master?"