87: My Godly Father (18)

Breaking through the constraints of the small pagoda, the memories of several lifetimes of Reincarnation fully awakened at this moment.

Seeing the change in Quan Yun, the Third Prince Cang Ze was startled at first, but that bit of surprise was quickly replaced by deeper contempt and pleasure.

"You can actually still stand up?"

He sneered, viewing him as an ant struggling on its deathbed.

"But even if you've stood up, so what?"

"Having been struck by my 'Bone-Erosion Needle', even an immortal couldn't save you. You're just experiencing a final burst of energy before the end."

Quan Yun—or rather, the Soul fully awakened in this body at this moment—listened to these words with only a cold sneer in his heart.

Bone-Erosion Needle?

Using poison?

Using poison in front of him? And claiming even an immortal couldn't save him?

Like showing off one's axe skills in front of Guan Gong! Stupid!

Back in the day, when he, Si Yun, roamed the Western Desert, he was revered by countless people as the Great Pill Emperor Si Yun; his mastery of the Dao of Alchemy was supernatural, and his methods of playing with poison were likely Cang Ze's ancestor!

Playing with poison in front of the ancestor?

How laughable.

With a slight movement of his Divine Thought, he had already clearly investigated the situation inside his body.

It was merely a fourth-grade neurotoxin; although fatal for a Cultivator in the Qi Nurturing Realm.

But in the eyes of this former Great Pill Emperor, it was no different from a child's toy.

He didn't even need a Medicinal Pill; simply by relying on his profound understanding of the human body's Meridians and acupoints, he could suppress it.

Except... this person's heart was truly malicious.

To use such a poisonous hand against a mere ten-year-old boy whose cultivation had barely reached the Qi Nurturing Realm, not only wanting to cripple his cultivation but also to destroy his will.

"Win the grand competition, obtain the huitian elixir, and save Sister Yu."

This was the purest obsession of this body, the sole obsession of the young Quan Yun before awakening.

This obsession, he could still feel it now after awakening, because the young Quan Yun was him! The young Quan Yun's obsession was also his obsession!

"Very well."

"The number one Prodigy of the Cang Yun Empire, is it?"

"The future Emperor of Cang Yun, is it?"

"Born high and mighty, viewing others as ants and trash, is it?"

"Then I shall let you taste what it's like to be a cripple."

Let me see if the Cangyun Imperial Family will still nurture a cripple like you to become Emperor after I've broken you!"

The Qi within Quan Yun's body began to circulate in a profound manner.

In those Meridians that had seemingly stagnated, several key acupoints were instantly forced open, and that domineering toxin was guided by a clever force and temporarily sealed in one place, no longer able to cause trouble.

The entire process was completed in an instant.

"Why have you stopped talking? Are you afraid?"

Seeing his silence, Cang Ze assumed the poison had already reached his heart, so the grin on his face became increasingly hideous.

"Kneel down and beg me now, and if I'm in a good mood, I might give you a quick death."

Quan Yun finally moved.

He raised his hand.

The wooden sword he had thrown on the ground let out a soft hum and actually flew back into his hand on its own.

Then, he swung the sword.

Stab!

There were no superfluous movements; it was still the same move he had practiced for two years and repeated hundreds of millions of times.

But this time, the stab was completely different.

A powerful Intent, refined to the extreme, instantly locked onto Cang Ze.

It was no longer just simple Sword Intent; within that intent was the ancient sorrow of Reincarnation, the burning sensation of being scorched by divine fire, and even more... a supreme majesty that brooked no provocation.

"You..."

"How is this possible!"

"Having been hit by my Bone-Erosion Needle, how can you still strike with a sword?"

The smile on Cang Ze's face froze, turning into unprecedented shock and fear.

A thick aura of death tightly enveloped him.

He felt as if he had fallen into an infinite Sword Tomb, with cold sword edges on all sides, nowhere to hide and nowhere to retreat.

His body was trembling, and he was terrified.

He wanted to move, but found his body so stiff he couldn't budge, not even a single finger.

"No..."

"Don't..."

He was utterly terrified, a low growl escaping his throat as his voice became sharp and piercing.

"You can't kill me! I am a prince of the Cang Yun Empire!"

"I am the heir to the Cangyun Imperial Family!"

"If you dare touch me, Imperial Father won't let you off! The Cangyun Imperial Family won't let you off! The entire Cang Yun Empire won't let you off!"

But his threats seemed so pale and weak before Quan Yun's calm gaze.

"Noisy."

Quan Yun's lips lightly spat out those two words.

On the judges' bench, those few old men who had been watching from the sidelines finally changed their expressions.

They felt that Sword Intent that made even their hearts skip a beat.

"Not good!"

The leading old man suddenly stood up, and the pressure of the Peak Spirit Transformation Realm erupted, attempting to stop everything.

"Junior, how dare you!"

The old man's angry shout echoed through the field.

But it was already too late... would Quan Yun be afraid of their threats?

How could a former half-step Guiyi Realm powerhouse, a Great Pill Emperor, fear the threat of a mere Spirit Transformation Realm ant?

Moreover, the Intent he had realized in this life was originally 'No regrets once the piece is played, no fear when the punch is thrown'.

No regrets in throwing a punch!

And no regrets in striking with a sword!

Once a decision is made, do not look back or hesitate!

Once a deed is done, do not shrink back, fearing this or regretting that!

What is done is done; spilt water cannot be gathered!

That invisible Sword Intent didn't pause for a moment and instantly pierced through Cang Ze's body.

*Pfft.*

There was no blood, no wound.

The Sword Intent transformed into the most precise sword-silk, acting directly within his body in an inconceivable way.

The terror in Cang Ze's eyes immediately turned into blankness, and then into a deathly gray.

He could clearly feel that his originally solid and broad Dantian was now shattering inch by inch.

His rushing Meridians were turning into ash, section by section.

"No... don't."

The power he was proud of, the cultivation he relied on for survival, was completely destroyed at this moment like dry weeds before a fire.

Quan Yun intentionally left him alive.

He wanted this insufferably arrogant prince to live on from now on as a cripple.

"Ah..."

Cang Ze opened his mouth but couldn't make any sound, his whole body collapsing limply to the ground.

The matter had come to this.

The die was cast.

The entire field was silent.

Tens of thousands of spectators, whether commoners or Cultivators from various factions, all stared blankly at the boy on the stage holding the wooden sword.

Many people even stood up from their seats involuntarily, their expressions incredibly shocked; they had never expected this scene to happen.

After the shock, only one thought remained in everyone's mind.

"This boy..."

"Is finished..."

He had crippled the number one Prodigy of the Cang Yun Empire, who was also the future crown prince.

This was equivalent to declaring war on the entire Cang Yun Empire.

"Insolent madman!"

On the judges' bench, those old men finally reacted, their hair and beards bristling with uncontrollable rage.

One of them flickered and appeared on the high platform, his powerful pressure pressing down on Quan Yun without concealment.

"Capture him! Execute him on the spot!"

Outside the martial arts arena, squads of Royal Guards in golden armor, holding halberds, quickly surged forward, surrounding the entire platform so tightly that not even water could leak through.

A murderous aura permeated the entire field.