Just like a castle in the air, no matter how magnificent and grand, without a foundation, it is destined to collapse.
Boom!
Qing King shook the spear, causing the entire Heaven’s Vault to tremble, emitting divine radiance, pressing downward like a hundred thousand mountains falling.
The sword qi scattered across the sky shattered, and for the first ti, Li Qiubai staggered back several feet.
His face was pale as snow, with faint traces of blood seeping from his seven orifices, his state was far from optimistic, his breath fluctuating.
Clearly, even if Li Qiubai’s Sword Dao realm is high, confronting a Demi-Ancestor with an Eighth Realm Cultivator power, spanning two entire realms, is still too much of a stretch.
Qing King thought rightly, without cultivation as a foundation, a Sword Dao realm is just a castle in the air, no matter how awe-inspiring or majestic, ultimately cannot withstand the ravages of wind and thunder.
Xia Qing saw this and knew the outco was decided, his spirits soared, pointing the Supre Slaughter Spear directly at Li Qiubai, praising, "No wonder you defeated twice, you are the Sword Cultivator I admire most in my life."
"With Eighth Realm cultivation exhibiting Sword Immortal strength, I thought this was already your limit, unexpectedly, even when facing Demi-Ancestor power, you could still withstand a hundred moves."
"But, do you truly think an ant can shake a tree?"
"Earlier, I was rely new to the Demi-Ancestor realm, rare to encounter a worthy opponent, using you to warm up, now my hands are ward, if you don’t retreat, I shall show no rcy." Xia Qing nodded, his words betraying unmistakable killing intent.
This is the truth.
Chang’an Sword Immortal wiped the dark-stained blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled indifferently, "I can defeat you twice, surely can defeat you a third ti."
The wind howled, Li Qiubai’s voice floated with the wind, reaching the ears of Xia Xiaoxiao who was already pale-faced in Chang’an.
The female venerable who had already discerned Li Qiubai’s decline felt endless sorrow again flicker bright with light in her eyes.
She knew Li Qiubai well.
This is a man who absolutely would not speak recklessly.
Since he spoke like this, he would certainly achieve it.
Xia Qing did not share the female venerable’s confidence in Li Qiubai, confronting him sharply, "You exerted all your sword intent, fought with all your might, even risking your life, yet did you ever manage to harm ?"
"Previously you couldn’t harm a single strand of my hair, now your dantian and qi sea are depleted, how can you fight ?"
Li Qiubai slightly raised his eyes, asked softly, "I with Eighth Realm can exchange over a hundred moves with you, if I enter Ninth Realm, even as you are Demi-Ancestor, can you have even a morsel of victory?"
"You reached the end of the martial path, my Sword Dao has yet to unfold, if defeated at my hands, you wouldn’t concede willingly, would die uncontent, right?" Chang’an Sword Immortal spoke earnestly.
Li Qiubai’s words were as potent as Xia Qing’s Heavenly Thunder in his hands.
Xia Qing stood above Chang’an City, suddenly realized the aning in Li Qiubai’s words, his heart trembled, spoke gravely, "Li Qiubai, earlier I did not unleash lethal moves..."
"Because the Demon Race sleeps on the bedside, may awaken at any ti, this world needs , also needs the Chang’an Sword Immortal..."
"If you proceed like this, even let alone winning over , today you will be completely annihilated, what about this world?" Xia Qing’s voice had an almost imperceptible tremor, questioning, attempting to persuade Li Qiubai.
"What does this world have to do with ?" Li Qiubai smiled, asking.
"You are the Sword Immortal, Chang’an Sword Immortal, didn’t you destroy your Sword Dao to re-climb its peak, to quell the chaos of the Demon Race?" Xia Qing pressed on, "Who doesn’t know you care for the world?"
Everyone knows Chang’an Sword Immortal bears concern for the world, bears a responsibility, like a great mountain wishing to support the Human Race.
Qing King was now using the righteous cause of the world’s Human Race to obstruct Li Qiubai.
"You are wrong, I never cared for the world." Li Qiubai remained unmoved, as if whispering.
What world, what Human Race, all discarded like worn-out shoes, he joyfully looked toward the Imperial Palace, at the woman who had been fixated on him.
"I only care for the world because it is hers, she is a part of the world too."
"If she cannot live, then this world is not mine."
"Then what aning does this world hold for ?"
The world thinks I love Chang’an, yet I love only soone from Chang’an.
In Heaven and Earth, layers of extending emotions brewed, causing Xia Qing to shudder.
"Isn’t it simply Xia Xiaoxiao you want? As long as she is willing to abdicate to , I won’t harm a single hair on her!"
Xia Qing’s face twisted, "As an Eighth Realm Cultivator, how can she uphold the position of Great Xia’s Supre? Only I can lead Great Xia, quell the Demon Race, my being Lord Xia is a blessing for the Human Race."
——he could never abandon his path to the Ancestral Realm.
Li Qiubai shook his head, ceased looking at Xia Qing, turned to Xia Xiaoxiao, his voice solid, penetrating the void, gently asking, "Are you willing to cede the supre position to him?"
In the Imperial Palace, Xia Xiaoxiao trembled all over, her eyes moist, striving to keep wide open, fixated upon the one wearing the blue robe.
"Great Xia’s supre position should be occupied by one able and virtuous, I have never had a single qualm, but Xia Qing, stained with countless wrongful souls, is by no ans virtuous, I..." Xia Xiaoxiao’s voice trembled, knowing what would transpire next, her throat burning, struggled to utter a word with utmost difficulty.
"Unwilling!"
The final two words squeezed out of her throat.
"I understand." Li Qiubai nodded at Xia Xiaoxiao, smiled slightly, his eyes filled with relief.
Everything was said without words, the two knew each other too well.
"If both of us are gone, the world would fall into chaos!" Xia Qing scread in rage, "Besides, as a Demi-Ancestor, how are you sure you can kill ?"
"What you said might be true." Li Qiubai withdrew the smile from his face, sighed lightly.
"But worldly rules and logic never matter to , Li Qiubai always acts from the heart."
"Honestly, I don’t believe in Heavenly Punishnt, but, you’ve killed so many people, my heart tells , I must kill you."
"Since I want you dead, no matter what you say, you’ll have to die today."
Li Qiubai’s lips curled slightly, his arm holding the sword, gently flicked.
The dusty edge at this mont burst into infinite brilliance, pierced through the Nine Heavens, suddenly launched.
"I have a sword..." Li Qiubai flung the sword out, shrugged casually, relieved of a burden.
A broad path extending straight to Heaven’s Vault, glittering with gold appeared before him.
At the end of the path, Radiance overflowed, a Heaven’s Gate manifested.
Ten thousand years ago, Li Qiubai in Chang’an borrowed Great Xia’s fortune to open the path, ascended to the Sword Immortal Realm, first entered the Honorable Realm, carved out a five-thousand mile route, defeated Martial Emperor Xu Su, gained the na Chang’an Sword Immortal.
Ten thousand years later, Li Qiubai opened the path again in Chang’an.
This ti, his Sword Dao was stronger by many magnitudes than ten thousand years ago, upon opening it was already at the ultimate boundary.
But, this ti, he no longer had Great Xia’s fortune protecting him.
"Can open Heaven’s Gate." He finally uttered.
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