Chapter 1049: Chapter 52: I Have a Sword, Capable of Opening Heaven’s Gate (Part 1)_3
As these words fell, the expressions of the Great Xia cultivators within the Imperial Palace beca exceptionally vivid.
“Supre….What Qing King says is not wrong, we have already lost a Chang’an, and this is irretrievable.
No matter whether the Supre abdicates or not, today the position of the Great Xia’s Supre will ultimately fall into Qing King’s hands. Why should the Supre needlessly sacrifice their life?” An elderly cultivator spoke.
Though aged, he was still full of vitality, his eyes like golden lanterns.
“Marquis Anxi, what do you an by this? You fear death and want the Supre to abdicate to such a beast?” Marquis of Anxi, the Chang’an Guard, angrily questioned the elderly cultivator.
“This is not cowardice; it is rational analysis. Even if the Supre insists on not abdicating, will it greatly change the outco of this matter?” Another Eighth Realm Great Xia cultivator stepped forward, his gaze sharp and composed.
“You are clearly a coward! Qing King is nothing but a cold-blooded scoundrel; how can you let the Supre abdicate to him?” The Chang’an Guard Marquis of Anxi was furious.
Among the crowd, two factions continued to debate.
“I’m not afraid to die, but I want to die on the battlefield beyond the realm, not here!” Soon, a new Great Xia cultivator stood up, looking around the audience, “Fellow colleagues, are you willing to die here today?”
As these words were spoken, the arguing imdiately lessened, and many fell silent.
This was a fact.
To cultivate to this realm was already imnsely challenging, and if they must die, it should be against the Demon Race.
“Qing King might accomplish what the Ancestral Taoist couldn’t in the past; those who achieve great things do not bother with trifles!”
“Indeed…”
The wind direction had silently changed.
Qing King watched this scene, coldly laughing in his heart.
He had long anticipated all of this.
This was the inherent weakness of people, even cultivators were not immune to mundane desires.
“Xia Zhao, what do you say now?” Xia Qing tilted his head and smiled.
At this mont, all eyes were on Xia Zhao.
What she would say next would determine the life and death of everyone present.
“Willing to perish together with the Supre!” A hoarse voice rang out at this mont.
Xia Qing turned his head to look.
Marquis Pingfeng.
He raised an eyebrow, gently waved the spear in his hand.
Gold light filled the sky, and the divine fla surged like a vast sea, violently crashing against the heavens.
With a loud boom.
Enveloped in golden light, Marquis Pingfeng’s body exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist, perishing on the spot.
To Xia Qing now, even an Eighth Realm cultivator was no more than an ant.
“I was speaking to Xia Zhao, when did it beco your turn to babble?” Xia Qing’s face twisted hideously.
Xia Zhao saw this and rely let out a sorrowful smile, closing her eyes, “You may proceed.”
Chang’an had fallen, thus she would fulfill her promise of the past, to fall together with Chang’an.
In Xia Qing’s eyes, the shadow grew darker.
He never expected Xia Zhao to be so stubborn, so persistent, and so foolish.
The gloom in his heart, suspended above Heaven’s Vault, made his face increasingly sinister.
After a mont of silence, Xia Qing finally made up his mind, slowly raising the Supre Slaughter Spear in his hand.
“Xia Qing, do you dare?”
Words accompanied by a Sword Light approached.
A Sword Light, like a teor streaking across the sky, like a white rainbow rising from the green grass, traveling within Qingming.
Even powerful as Xia Qing was, at the instant he heard this voice, his heart leapt, and he imdiately thought to raise a massive golden shield from the ground of Chang’an City, blocking the Sword Light beyond Chang’an.
Clearly, the owner of this voice wielded a trendous deterrent.
The Sword Light dissipated, revealing a gradually clear figure.
A green-robed Sword Cultivator, with no sword in hand, but Sword Intent soaring to the skies.
Sumr Zhao, who had closed her eyes and awaited slaughter, suddenly opened them, staring dumbly at the figure beyond Chang’an.
“You’re here….”
Outside Chang’an.
The green-robed Sword Cultivator muttered softly, “I arrived late.”
Chang’an Sword Immortal, Li Qiubai.
Upon hearing the news of Qing King’s bloodbath of Chang’an, he had rushed back imdiately.
Unfortunately, he was one step late, as by then, Qing King had ascended to Demi-Ancestor.
But it was still not too late, because… she was still alive.
Within Chang’an, Xia Qing, in a rage, looked towards the green-robed Sword Cultivator, “Li Qiubai, whether you are a true Sword Immortal or a false one, I fear you not in the slightest!”
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