Section 72

"General Qin is no weakling. Although Prince Ping has achieved unparalleled feats, I'm afraid this time..."

The whispers reached Qin Ye's ears, further fueling his arrogance.

"Li Chengping, are you deaf? I order you to get out of the carriage immediately and submit to arrest!" Qin Ye roared again, his voice like a booming bell, making people's eardrums ache.

Inside the carriage, Li Chengping's lips curled slightly, his eyes cold.

"Cao Zhengchun." Li Chengping called out softly.

"This servant is here." Cao Zhengchun's soft and sinister voice rang out.

"It seems some people really think that changing locations is enough to turn the tables." Li Chengping's tone was playful, yet carried a trace of chilling frost.

"Heh, just a clown, why should Your Highness be angry?" Cao Zhengchun gave a fawning smile, then changed the subject, his tone suddenly turning sinister, "This servant will go now and loosen their muscles and bones for them!"

After saying this, Cao Zhengchun prepared to lift the carriage curtain.

"No need." Li Chengping raised a hand to stop him.

"For such a small scene, there is no need for the Factory Superintendent to act. I am willing to take his place."

Hei Niao's voice came from outside the carriage, carrying a trace of disdain.

The next moment, Hei Niao moved.

His figure flashed like a ghost, appearing instantly in front of Qin Ye.

The speed was so fast that the naked eye could barely track it!

Qin Ye's pupils constricted sharply. He felt a blur before his eyes, and a biting Killing Intent rushed towards him!

"How bold!" Qin Ye roared, brandishing his blade to strike!

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing was deafening!

Hei Niao had actually caught Qin Ye's blade with his bare hands!

Sparks flew where his fingertips rubbed against the blade!

Qin Ye felt a vast, immense force travel along the blade, numbing his arm and causing sharp pain in the web between his thumb and index finger; the blade nearly flew out of his hand!

"What?!" Qin Ye was shocked and horrified, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Catching a blade with bare hands?

Is this even human?!

"With just this bit of skill, you dare to clamor?" Hei Niao's lips curled in mockery as he gave his wrist a slight shake.

Crack!

A crisp snapping sound rang out.

The steel combat blade in Qin Ye's hand had actually been snapped by his bare hand!

The entire scene fell silent; one could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was stunned by the scene before them, their minds going blank.

Breaking a blade with bare hands?!

This was a scene that only existed in myths!

"You... you..." Qin Ye pointed a trembling finger at Hei Niao, his face deathly pale, his eyes filled with terror.

He never imagined that even without Zhao Yun, there would still be such a terrifying expert by Li Chengping's side!

"Noisy." Hei Niao snorted coldly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

An invisible Aura suddenly erupted!

Boom!

Like a mountain flood erupting, like a tsunami descending!

A terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire scene!

Everyone felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down heavily on them, making them unable to breathe or move!

Those with weaker cultivation were pressed directly to the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing!

Those with slightly stronger cultivation could barely hold on, but their faces were also deathly pale, cold sweat streaming down, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

Even Fan Xian felt an unprecedented, terrifying pressure surging from all directions, as if it wanted to crush him into powder!

He gritted his teeth and fought desperately, his True Qi circulating frantically within him, but it was still difficult to resist this terrifying pressure. Beads of sweat as large as beans rolled down his forehead, his face was as pale as paper, and his legs felt as if they were filled with lead—incredibly heavy and trembling uncontrollably.

"Th-this... what kind of power is this?!" Fan Xian was terrified to the extreme, his eyes filled with fear.

He had never felt such terrifying power; it simply exceeded the scope of his understanding!

Wu Zhu's voice rang out in his ear, carrying a hint of gravity.

"Be careful, it's an expert."

"And, not just one."

"The one blocking Qin Ye is very strong, stronger than me."

Wu Zhu's words exploded in Fan Xian's mind like a thunderclap.

Stronger than Wu Zhu?!

Fan Xian looked up abruptly, staring at Hei Niao who was blocking Qin Ye.

"Monster... what a monster..." Fan Xian muttered to himself, his eyes filled with shock and fear.

He finally understood that Li Chengping's terrifying nature lay not only in his power and status, but also in the fact that he possessed such terrifying strength by his side!

Qin Ye was the first to bear the brunt, enduring the vast majority of the pressure.

He felt as if he were in the midst of raging waves, likely to be swallowed by the giant waves and crushed into fragments at any moment!

His face was deathly pale, his whole body trembling, and his eyes were filled with terror and despair.

"You... you..." Qin Ye's voice trembled, unable to form a sentence.

"Get lost." Hei Niao coldly spat out two words. His voice was icy, like a cold wind from Hell, instantly crushing Qin Ye's last line of psychological defense.

Qin Ye was struck as if by lightning; his whole body shook violently. Unable to hold on any longer, he fell to his knees with a thud.

His knees slammed heavily onto the bluestone ground, emitting a dull thud.

Fresh blood instantly stained the ground red.

"General!" Qin Ye's personal soldiers cried out in alarm, wanting to step forward to help, but they were frozen in place by Hei Niao's cold gaze, not daring to move.

Hei Niao slowly raised his foot and stepped on Qin Ye's face, grinding and crushing his face hard against the ground!

"Trash." Hei Niao spat out the two words with disdain, as if he were crushing an ant to death.

Humiliation!

Utter humiliation!

Qin Ye felt a surge of rage rush straight to his brain; he wished he could explode into action immediately and fight Hei Niao to the death!

But he could not move; he could only kneel on the ground in humiliation, letting Hei Niao trample on his dignity!

Li Chengping's carriage slowly drove past Qin Ye.

The wheels rolled on, crushing the ground and emitting a rhythmic sound, as if mocking Qin Ye's incompetence and pathetic state.

Qin Ye watched helplessly as Li Chengping's carriage drove away and disappeared into the gates of the capital. Powerless, he could only clench his fists in humiliation, his fingernails digging deep into his palms until they were dripping with blood, yet he was completely unaware.

At the same time, on the other side of the capital's city gates.

First Prince Li Chengru's convoy was also blocked.

There were two people blocking the way.

One wore a green robe, carried a long sword on his back, and had a cold expression like eternal ice—it was the Sword Saint Sigu Jian.

The other was dressed in white as snow, had no sword in hand, yet his Sword Qi soared to the heavens—it was the Sword God Ximen Chuixue.

The two stood side by side like two insurmountable mountains, blocking the path of the First Prince's convoy.

Li Chengru looked at the two people blocking the road with an ugly expression, his eyes filled with apprehension and unease.

Sigu Jian.

This name was thunderous, shaking the world!

And the other person by his side—though he did not recognize him, his Sword Intent soared to the heavens, even surpassing Sigu Jian!

He never imagined that these two legendary Dao experts of the sword would appear here to block his path!

"You two, may I ask why you have blocked my path?" Li Chengru suppressed the unease in his heart and asked in a deep voice. His tone was still polite, but carried a trace of imperceptible apprehension...

Sigu Jian and Ximen Chuixue did not answer Li Chengru's question; they just stood there quietly, like two statues, motionless.

Until Li Chengping's carriage disappeared into the gates of the capital.

Sigu Jian's lips curled slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Let's go." Sigu Jian said lightly, his tone calm yet carrying a chilling implication.

Ximen Chuixue nodded and turned to leave, his white robes fluttering like an immortal descending to the world, or perhaps like a ghost or spirit.

The two came without a shadow and left without a trace, as if they had never appeared, leaving behind the bewildered and mentally shattered First Prince Li Chengru, shivering in the cold wind.

Prince Ping's Mansion was decorated with lanterns and colored streamers, full of joy.

As soon as Li Chengping's carriage stopped, Lin Waner and Fan Ruoruo rushed out impatiently to greet him.

"Husband, you've finally returned!" Lin Waner's voice carried a hint of choking emotion, her eyes slightly red; she had clearly been worried sick.

Li Chengping pulled her into his embrace, feeling the warmth of her delicate body, and a sense of warmth welled up in his heart.

"Waner, I'm back." Li Chengping comforted her softly, his tone gentle.

Ruoruo, who was on the side, also tugged at Li Chengping's sleeve and said coquettishly, "Your Highness, did you bring me anything fun from your trip to Northern Qi this time?"

Li Chengping smiled and flicked her nose, "Of course I did, I guarantee you'll like it."