226: Su Changqing appears

“Su Changqing!”

Divine King Brightmoon was overjoyed when he saw the person in front of him, his voice filled with excitement.

His goal today was to lure Su Changqing out and then kill him.

Now that he was finally out, his efforts had not been in vain.

‘Su Changqing’ sneered, a hint of killing intent in his eyes.

“Divine King Brightmoon, your God Race is truly courting death.”

However, Divine King Brightmoon smiled upon hearing this, a touch of coldness radiating from his eyes.

“Is that so?”

“Su Changqing, you are dead today. No one can save you.”

With that, he burst into laughter, then said:

“Everyone, the person has arrived, why aren’t you attacking quickly!”

As his voice fell, in the next moment, terrifying Auras emanated from all directions, almost covering the entire sky.

Within tens of thousands of miles, countless Yao Beasts prostrated themselves, and Martial Artists trembled, unsure of what was happening.

Immediately after, figures appeared.

The God Race’s Heavenly Saint Divine King, the Yao Race’s Bai Ze Demon Saint, along with a group of Yao Saints, a group of Saint Realm Experts from the Ghost Race, and also the Asura Race, Moon Race, Stone Race…

Almost all Martial Artists of all races gathered here, and the weakest cultivation was at the Saint Realm.

In other words, Martial Artists below the Saint Realm were not qualified to participate in this encirclement.

It was clear that everyone’s goal was to completely eliminate Su Changqing.

After all, his talent was too Heaven-Defying, already threatening the survival of the Myriad Races.

‘Su Changqing’ narrowed his eyes, his expression unchanged, as he calmly looked at the thousands of Holy Realm martial artists in front of him.

“It seems you all prepared thoroughly for today’s encirclement of me!”

Heavenly Saint Divine King grinned, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth:

“You killed countless Experts of my God Race. Today, you will surely die!”

“Indeed, Su Changqing, you won’t leave here alive today.”

“Even if all of the Human Race comes to save you, you won’t leave here alive.”

“…”

“…”

After Heavenly Saint Divine King finished speaking, the other Martial Artists of all races also spoke up.

Killing intent filled everyone’s eyes.

“Is that so? Then let me see if you have the qualifications to keep me here!”

‘Su Changqing’ sneered, his entire Aura surging.

Although he was only at the Saint Realm Early Stage of cultivation, his Aura was not weaker than a Saint Realm Late Stage, and was even subtly superior.

Behind him, Jiang Jiusheng’s face showed worry, and she quickly said:

“Little Junior Brother, you shouldn’t have come. They want your life.”

“You leave quickly. Even if I risk my life, I will buy you time.”

Jiang Jiusheng struggled to stand up.

Su Changqing, who was hiding in the distance, felt a touch of emotion upon hearing this.

“Don’t worry, Senior Sister, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

‘Su Changqing’ grinned, then looked towards the center of the field.

With a thought, the Zhou Tian Twelve Sword Formation appeared.

Although they were all High Grade Sacred Artifacts, without the Immortal Artifact, Emperor Source Sword, suppressing the formation, the power unleashed was still considerable.

‘Su Changqing’ did not hesitate, directly sending the Zhou Tian Twelve Sword Formation towards Divine King Brightmoon.

No matter what, this guy had to die.

No one could stop him!

I said so!

“Damn it!”

Divine King Brightmoon felt this immense terror. His mind was somewhat dazed, but instinct drove him to dodge.

“Boom!”

The terrifying Sword Qi landed on his body, directly severely injuring him.

One move, severely injuring a Saint Realm Late Stage Martial Artist.

This was ‘Su Changqing’ in a rage; even with only eighty percent of his original strength, he was absolutely terrifying.

“Su Changqing, you dare to injure a God King of my race? You truly seek death!”

Heavenly Saint Divine King snorted coldly. The God Race now had only a few God Kings left, so Divine King Brightmoon could not die.

He flashed, heading straight for ‘Su Changqing’, seemingly intending to kill him, his Peak Saint Realm strength instantly erupting.

‘Su Changqing’ remained expressionless, his Space Teleportation instantly activating, directly dodging the opponent’s attack. He flashed, appearing directly beside Divine King Brightmoon.

His cold eyes stared at Divine King Brightmoon, revealing his full killing intent.

This guy had just severely injured Great Senior Sister, and Su Changqing was filled with anger, naturally wanting to vent it on him.

“Go to Hell!”

“Boom!”

Su Changqing’s expression turned cold, and dozens of Sword Intents poured out, heading straight for Divine King Brightmoon.

“No!”

He suddenly widened his eyes, his gaze filled with disbelief.

The Aura of death approached, a terror that made him greatly fear.

However, everything was already settled.

Divine King Brightmoon, dead!

Heavenly Saint Divine King, who was nearby, immediately became furious upon seeing this.

“Damn it, damn it! Su Changqing, this King will kill you today!”

The God Race was currently in a precarious state. Including him, there were originally only three God Kings left, but now that Divine King Brightmoon was dead, only two God Kings remained, making the already struggling God Race even worse off.

“What are you all still looking at? Attack together and kill him!”

Heavenly Saint Divine King was enraged, turning his head to look at the crowd and roaring.

These guys were all watching the show.

Firstly, they wanted to use Su Changqing to deplete the God Race’s strength, and secondly, they were observing Su Changqing’s strength from the sidelines.

Ghost Race’s Fire Ghost King said with a chuckle:

“Heavenly Saint Divine King, there’s no need to rush. This Su Changqing is dead today; he definitely won’t escape our grasp.”

“Exactly, exactly.”

“Hehehehe.”

“…”

Facing the laughing expressions of the crowd, Heavenly Saint Divine King’s anger surged, but with the God Race currently weakened, he couldn’t act on it and could only let out a muffled snort.

Having dealt with Divine King Brightmoon, Su Changqing stood with his hands behind his back, twelve long swords suspended beside him.

He walked in front of Jiang Jiusheng and transmitted his voice:

“Senior Sister, after the fight starts, you quickly escape the battlefield.”

“No, Little Junior Brother, I can’t leave you here alone.”

Su Changqing said firmly:

“Don’t worry, don’t worry about me. If you stay here, I won’t be able to unleash my full power.”

Jiang Jiusheng was stunned upon hearing this, looking at the calm smile on Su Changqing’s face, and subconsciously nodded.

Her staying here would indeed be a burden to Little Junior Brother.

Su Changqing smiled slightly upon seeing this, then looked towards the Holy Realm martial artists in the field.

“It’s your turn. Make your move.”

Su Changqing’s expression was calm, without the slightest change.

“Good kid, today I’ll send you to Hell.”

Fire Ghost King snorted coldly, and then countless Holy Realm martial artists charged towards Su Changqing.

“Zhou Tian Twelve Sword Formation!”

“Ninety-nine Sword Intents!”

“Space Teleportation!”

Boom!

‘Su Changqing’ also held nothing back, unleashing all his abilities.

Although the power was not as great as the original owner’s, it was still absolutely astonishing.

In an instant, four Holy Realm martial artists died under Su Changqing’s sword.

Jiang Jiusheng, who was nearby, was greatly startled by this scene. Little Junior Brother was actually so terrifying. Facing the encirclement of many Experts, not only was he unharmed, but he also killed four Holy Realm martial artists, including two Saint Realm Middle Stage Martial Artists.

Just then, on a withered tree not far away, Su Changqing took out the Thousand Illusions Mask, put it on his face, and then transformed into a Yao Race Saint Realm Martial Artist, stealthily following them.