Chang’an, the entire city shook.
Between Li Qiubai and Chang’an City, a colossal aura rose like the Lan Cang River.
A surge of Sword Qi burst forth, sweeping from left to right.
Bull Ear leapt out, a Taoist Artifact dust-covered for ten thousand years, restored to its forr glory with the Sword Master’s path-opening once again.
Like a broken sword reforged.
Then, its montum returned.
A radiant light, as clear as water, flashed over the three-foot blade of Bull Ear, swirling brilliantly.
The buzzing sound of the sword echoed in Heaven and Earth, and with terrifying speed, rippled out in all directions.
Heaven and Earth resonated with the sword’s sound, forgetting both things and self, joy and sorrow.
Everyone who witnessed this sword let out a gasp.
Finally, as the sword erged.
The world beca silent, save for the howl of the flying sword piercing the sky.
Everyone looked up following the sound.
The capital of Great Xia, Chang’an, once flourishing with flowers and crowded with people, was the largest city in the Human Realm, so its urban planning was excellent, unlike so small cities with winding streets like a spider’s web.
Its first line of defense, and the first impression people have of Chang’an, is the Xuanwu Gate.
The Xuanwu Gate, towering and majestic, reflected a cold light under the sunlight.
At the center of the Xuanwu Gate was a sword mark, with Sword Intent lingering for ten thousand years, left when Li Qiubai first ascended to the Sword Immortal Realm.
It should be known that the Xuanwu Gate, as the facade of Chang’an, was cast from millennia-old black iron, engraved with intricate and magical Dharma Patterns. Even an ordinary Nine Realms Cultivator would take a long ti to destroy this gate.
Only Li Qiubai back then could effortlessly leave a sword mark on this gate.
Bull Ear rotated slightly, generating a strong airflow, leaving a trail like a flaming tail as it flew out.
It rushed straight towards the Xuanwu Gate, advancing with no retreat.
In the next mont, a deafening crash sounded.
The seemingly impregnable Xuanwu Gate, like a mighty Great Wall, shattered into countless tiny fragnts under this sword, flying through the sky, offering no resistance whatsoever.
Bull Ear proceeded forward with unstoppable montum.
Beyond the Xuanwu Gate was the broad Xuanwu Path.
With the Xuanwu Path as the central axis, the buildings on both sides lined up in majestic array.
Bull Ear gracefully leapt past the gate and moved forward.
Along its path, the roof tiles of the buildings on both sides were pulled up by invisible montum, flying upward.
A Daoist temple’s bell tower, with its upturned eaves seemingly crushed by Mount Tai, broke off, and then the bell tower was evenly sliced as if cut straight through, collapsing neatly downward.
The central avenue was wide, directly leading to the Bright Light Gate of the Inner City.
A thunderous flying sword once again blasted open the Bright Light Gate.
That sword continued through the Qixia Gate, Mingde Gate, Anhua Gate, Yanping Gate, Golden Light Gate, Kaiyuan Gate....
Besides, there were nurous buildings and walls blocking the path, but for this flying sword, its dominance ant nothing in its path, whether object or person, could avoid becoming pulverized.
Then, continuing forward, the Light-transforming Palace, Jingyao Palace, Fanglin Palace, Tonghua Palace, Chunming Palace, Yanxing Palace...
Bull Ear opened doors it encountered and destroyed palaces it found.
Just like its Sword Master, the path of the Sword Dao was fraught with obstacles, and it would move mountains when encountered and sever rivers when faced with water.
Heaven and Earth rged, leaving only a line.
This line was the sword cast by Li Qiubai.
This was a truly straight line, and nothing ant to hinder Bull Ear’s advance could stand in its way.
From south to north, traversing the entire Chang’an, smashing through the Xuanwu Gate, along the vast imperial road, forever moving forward, where the aura raged, the bluestone slabs of the streets cracked, turning into powder.
At the central axis, at the heart of the entire Chang’an City, stood the Great Xia Imperial Palace.
Here was the political center of Great Xia, a symbol of power.
But at this mont, a long sword breached the palace gates.
Its target was naturally not the Great Xia cultivators within the Royal Palace.
In the line of Heaven and Earth, towering a thousand feet high, soaring upward with an earth-shattering aura, it pierced skyward.
Suspended above the Imperial Palace, Xia Qing, facing this oncoming sword, wore a serious expression, his brows tightly knit, unsure if there was more shock or anger within him.
His heart surged like turbulent waves.
This was Li Qiubai’s Path-Opening Sword.
Xia Qing’s blood Qi rose to the sky, incomparably solemn.
He held the Supre Slaughter Spear, assuming a defensive stance, thrusting the spear forward.
On his copper-toned robust arms, muscles were as firm as a boulder, containing the strength to split mountains and seas.
Aura surged on one side, while blood Qi ravaged like an ocean on the other.
Xia Qing was currently the strongest Body Cultivator of the Human Race.
The spear and the sword collided.
With a massive bang.
At the clash, aura raged like a layer of mirror.
Then, the heavens opened with a scene of radiant splendor.
A beam of light descended from the sky.
On Xia Qing’s face finally rose an uncontrollable shock.
Because this was... Heaven’s Gate.
Not his Heaven’s Gate, but Li Qiubai’s Heaven’s Gate.
Boom!
Another magnificent and brilliant pillar of light plumted straight down from sky to ground.
Two light pillars stood erect.
Heaven’s Gate had ford.
The Supre Slaughter Spear was seven feet long.
Bull Ear advanced inch by inch.
For every inch advanced, the Supre Slaughter Spear diminished by an inch.
With each foot of the spear dissipating, Xia Qing bled from a newly opened pore.
When only one foot of the seven-foot spear remained, Xia Qing’s eyes and ears were continually bleeding, the miserable appearance of the sole Demi-Ancestor of the Human Race truly terrifying.
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