This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

In the Central Heaven Land, the sky was high and the earth wide. A Sword Light flickered across the sky, heading toward Chang'an City.

The Radiance broke through the clouds, trailing a long tail. It moved so fast that the true form was unseeable, leaving only the glimpse of a luminous streak.

Yet, the person riding the Radiance had no intention of hiding his presence, so anyone who saw it felt as if a sword was piercing through the clouds.

Sharp, fierce, domineering.

Within the Radiance, Li Qiubai's heart grew heavier, and his gaze lowered slightly.

Mountains and rivers stretched below him, the winding rivers like veins, the undulating peaks like a spine.

But in his eyes, these things seemed not to exist.

Just moments ago, he intended to use the Teleportation Array in Qing City to reach Xia State, where Chang'an City was located, but discovered that the Teleportation Arrays in all the cities of Xia State had been suspended.

For unknown reasons, without any warning!

Combining previous information, he instantly reached a conclusion...

Qing King was about to make his move!

Leave me behind, yesterday's days cannot be retained.

Disturb my heart, today's days overflow with worries.

The Chang'an Sword Immortal, even called an immortal, cannot escape the binds of the man beside the mountain.

He was unsettled.

......

Today, Chang'an was windless.

Xianglong Mansion.

Amidst the morning bells and evening drums, a middle-aged man slowly left the mansion.

The scarlet cloak draped over him fluttered without cause, as though announcing to the city that a major event was about to unfold.

"Your Highness, Qing King, during this time, you are not allowed to leave the mansion lightly." As the middle-aged man stepped out the door, a Chang'an Guard dressed in silver-white Taoist Armor stepped forward to speak.

The Qing King wasn't in Chang'an for leisure; he was there for an investigation.

Until the investigation results were clear, or unless permitted by Xia Zhao, he couldn't leave the mansion lightly.

"Hmm?" Qing King gave a sidelong glance at the Chang'an Guard cultivator blocking his way, expressionless.

"It is the Supreme's order." Despite the authority of the Martial Emperor, the Chang'an Guard cultivator, who was only of the Seventh Realm, trembled but spoke through gritted teeth.

"Ah!" The next moment, the Chang'an Guard cultivator let out a miserable cry.

Qing King's right hand moved in an instant, grasping his body and crushing it fiercely, causing his head to shatter immediately. His Primordial Spirit had just emerged before being dissipated by Qing King's mighty Blood Qi.

Spinning!

Subsequently, strands of blood suddenly flowed from the body of the Chang'an Guard cultivator, converging into Qing King's palm, quickly forming a single scarlet Blood Bead.

And his body, after the Essence Blood was extracted, quickly shriveled, turning into a dried corpse.

This scene was eerily similar to the blood massacre once in Zhenjiang City, as if replicated.

Looking at the scarlet Blood Bead in his palm, a greedy glint flashed in Qing King's eyes.

Not enough, still not enough, far from it.

However, if Chang'an were to be slaughtered, the gathered Essence Blood would be enough, right?

By then, even if unable to break through to the Ancestral Realm, reaching Demi-Ancestor should be within grasp.

Finally, he lifted his long, fierce phoenix eyes, stepping into the air, Air-walking Skill, rising step by step.

Beneath him, clumps of Blood Qi surged.

"Li Qiubai, you're a Sword Immortal, and I am the Martial Emperor."

"Both are cultivators of the Honorable Realm. You have lived a life with smooth sailing, relying only on a sword. You cut mountains, sever rivers, though fulfilling, you lack some experiences."

"But I am skilled in plotting, having planned for millennia. Li Qiubai, why wouldn't you fall into my perfect scheme?"

"Today, I intend not only to calculate you but the people of the world, including the Giant Spirit Xuan Venerable."

With every step he took, a word settled in his heart.

When all the words in his heart had settled, he was already high up in the sky, surveying all directions, his aura suddenly released.

Possessing the invincible bravado of Body Cultivation, and the dignified arrogance of celestial nobility, his presence formed a grand spectacle.

Qing King of Great Xia, Xia Qing!

The windless Chang'an suddenly stirred.

Roaring past.

Wind arose in Chang'an.

The vast Chang'an City, a wisp of fog appeared.

This fog originated from Xianglong Mansion, spreading in an instant, enveloping the entire Chang'an City in the blink of an eye.

Within the city, in numerous mansions and meditation rooms, countless cultivators engaged in cultivation techniques, refining rituals of magic artifacts, or concocting pills, suddenly sensed a terrifying aura, lifted their heads in shock and terror.

The next moment, dense black fog seeped from surrounding walls and beneath the ground, instantly enveloping their bodies completely.

Soon, they found themselves as if mired in a swamp, unable to move an inch.

Strands of fine blood threads oozed from their bodies, merging into the fog.

As these blood threads exuded, their skin gradually withered, the color drained from their faces, consciousness dimming.

As the extracted blood threads were their Life Element Qi, their Essence Blood, once depleted, life too drained away.

High above the sky.

At this moment, by Qing King's side, appeared a towering figure.

A cyan giant, eyes gleaming with blue light, the black fog emanating from him.

Before the two, there was a massive blood sphere, constantly rotating.

Countless blood threads surged from the vast Chang'an in all directions, converging toward this blood sphere.

"Xuan Venerable," Qing King looked at the cyan giant and suddenly laughed, "There should be no problem, right?"

The cyan giant was indeed the mightiest of the Giant Spirit Demon Clan, personally introduced into the human realm's Abyssal Heavenly Gate Realm by Qing King, the leader of the Four Venerables, Xuan Venerable!

Xuan Venerable extended one hand, streams of fog continuously gushing from his palm, then swimming and spreading like azure dragons, permeating the entire Chang'an City.