88: My Godly Father (19)

The Imperial Guards, clad in golden armor, each exuded a cold killing intent.

Their cultivation was at least at the Spirit Nurturing Realm, representing the most elite force of the Cang Yun Empire.

At this moment, they converged into a golden torrent of steel, surging from all sides of the martial arena, their halberds reflecting a ghastly light, with only one target: the solitary youth on the stage.

"It's over."

From the spectator stands outside the arena, someone let out an involuntary sigh.

"That youth is completely finished."

"What a pity. With such astonishing talent in the Dao of the sword, he should have had a limitless future, but he ruined himself due to a moment of impulse."

"Impulse? He crippled the Third Prince, the future Emperor Yun! This is seeking his own death!"

Regret, confusion, schadenfreude—various emotions intertwined among the crowd.

But everyone was clear: no matter how astonishing the youth's performance had been, in the face of the Cangyun Imperial Family's rage, he had only one path: death.

Lin Huanqing's heart tightened; she bit her lower lip hard, her nails digging into her palms.

She desperately wanted to do something.

But she could do nothing.

Offend the entire Cangyun Imperial Family for a youth she had only met a few times, and drag her own Sect into an irredeemable abyss?

She could not.

She was unable to do so.

Thus, she could only let out a long sigh.

"Little Brother... why must you do this!"

Facing this terrifying formation, enough to easily trample a medium-sized Sect, Quan Yun on the stage looked indifferent.

There was not a trace of fear in his eyes, only utter calm.

He raised his hand.

"Hum—"

The ordinary wooden sword, which had been mocked by countless people, now emitted a clear, resonant sword hum.

That sound was high-pitched and clear, as if it were not mere wood, but an unrivaled divine weapon that had been sleeping for eons and had just awakened.

The golden torrent of armor was already before him.

Quan Yun moved.

He did not retreat; instead, he faced the forest of halberds and swung the wooden sword in his hand.

There were no flashy Moves, no brilliant spiritual light.

Just wide, sweeping swings.

His movements were precise, seasoned, and full of battle-hardened experience, not at all like a ten-year-old boy.

With every swing of the sword, an invisible Sword Intent ravaged the area.

The few golden-armored guards rushing at the front did not even see how he attacked before feeling an irresistible force tear through their spiritual energy shields and pierce their armor.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Blood splattered.

In just an instant, several Spirit Nurturing Realm elites fell.

That was not a battle; it was a harvest.

Every sword strike turned into the grim reaper's scythe, precise and efficient.

This scene left everyone dumbfounded.

"Oh my god..."

"What is he doing? Is he single-handedly fighting the entire Imperial Guard?"

"His sword... his Sword Intent... how can it be so sharp!"

This youth had once again refreshed their understanding.

However, two fists cannot defeat four hands.

Although Quan Yun's Sword Intent was invincible, he had, after all, only just stepped into the Qi Nurturing Realm.

The spiritual energy within his body was draining rapidly under such high-intensity consumption.

Yet, the enemies were endless.

More and stronger experts arrived.

Powerful auras descended from the distant sky, landing around the martial arena.

Spirit Transformation Realm!

Countless Spirit Transformation Realm experts!

The news of the Third Prince being crippled had clearly spread throughout Cangyun City, alarming the true experts of the Imperial Family.

One of these auras was particularly powerful.

It was an old man in a black robe; he simply hovered quietly in mid-air, and a massive pressure enveloped the entire martial arena.

Spirit King Realm!

A true Spirit King Realm expert!

As soon as he appeared, those golden-armored guards who were still surrounding Quan Yun immediately stopped and respectfully retreated to the side, leaving the tattered-clothed, blood-soaked youth completely isolated in the center.

He was already a trapped beast in a cage.

Quan Yun leaned on his wooden sword, his chest heaving violently; his spiritual energy was nearly exhausted.

He was at the end of his rope.

People outside the arena watched this scene and sighed again.

The wooden sword-wielding youth's journey, I fear... is truly over here.

The Imperial Spirit King in mid-air looked down at Quan Yun from above with contempt, viewing him as an ant.

His voice was not loud, but it carried absolute authority, clearly spreading throughout the entire arena.

"A mayfly shaking a tree; how ridiculous."

"Despising the imperial might of our Cang Yun, crippling the Prodigy of our clan..."

His voice paused, every word filled with bone-chilling coldness.

"You shall be annihilated."

"Your nine generations shall be executed!"

Executing nine generations!

These three words made countless people below tremble.

This was the most cruel punishment!

Just when everyone thought the youth would tremble, beg for mercy, or even submit under the might of the Spirit King.

Quan Yun let out a cold laugh.

The laugh was dry but full of disdain.

In little Quan Yun's memory, the painful pleas of his sister when she was critically ill, Uncle Cripple's strict guidance when teaching him the sword, and the helplessness and unwillingness when being bullied by Cang Ze, all rushed into his heart.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes covered in blood, staring directly at the Spirit King in mid-air without a shred of fear.

"Cut the crap..."

He used his last bit of strength to lift the wooden sword, pointing it from afar at the high-and-mighty king.

The wooden sword in his hand was no longer an ordinary object at this moment.

Every strand of Sword Intent contained little Quan Yun's unyielding fury.

"Come and fight!"

The moment his voice fell, a Sword Intent condensed to the extreme detached from the blade, tore through the sky, and struck upwards, directly attacking the Spirit King Realm expert!

The whole world fell into silence at this moment.

Everyone was shocked!

He was crazy!

This youth was absolutely crazy!

To defy a Spirit King while in the Qi Nurturing Realm!

What kind of concept was this?

Not to mention the Qi Nurturing Realm, even an ordinary Spirit Transformation Realm expert could not even stand steady under the might of a Spirit King, let alone take the initiative to attack!

This was an unprecedented act of madness!

The Spirit King expert was also stunned for a moment; he clearly had not expected that this ant in his eyes, at the end of his rope, would not only not beg for mercy but would actually dare to swing his sword at him.

However, it was only for a moment.

He didn't even Move, just let out a cold snort.

That Sword Intent, which appeared terrifying in the eyes of everyone, melted away and dissipated into nothingness three feet in front of him.

"Despising royal might."

The Spirit King's voice was bone-chillingly cold.

"You must be executed!"

He slowly raised his hand, preparing to completely erase this ant that didn't know life from death.

Just at this moment.

A lazy, mocking, and gravelly voice suddenly came from the entrance of the martial arena, ringing clearly in everyone's ears.

"Execution?"

"Wiping out this kid's nine generations?"

"I count as his uncle, so... does your Cangyun Imperial Family want to behead this Cripple too?"