The Heavens: Man Covers the Heavens, Refines Treasures to Become an Emperor

In their view, faced with such a sudden and close-range burst of divine needles, even a cultivator at the Spirit Sea Realm would be severely injured or even killed if their soul defense was slightly weak! Jiang Xuan... is finished!
however!
The moment that crimson ray entered Jiang Xuan's body!
Jiang Xuan, inside the light screen, only stiffened slightly before suddenly opening his eyes!
In those eyes, there was no fear or disorientation before death, only an icy killing intent that seemed to freeze the soul! And... a raging fury of someone who had survived a catastrophe and was completely enraged!

"not dead?!"

Granny Feng suddenly stood up, her cloudy old eyes flashing with disbelief!
She stared intently at the light screen.

"How is this possible?! The Divine Piercing Needle... is specifically designed to pierce the soul!"
How...how did he block it?!

Xie Yutang gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his cold eyes filled with shock and bewilderment! Under the power of the God-Piercing Blood Crossbow, no cultivator at the Human罡 Realm could escape! What secrets does Jiang Xuan… hold?!

Within the light screen, Jiang Xuan, who had narrowly escaped death, moved!
Fast as lightning!

He took a step forward and instantly arrived in front of Huang Jianxiong, who was slumped on the ground, his face filled with madness and astonishment! One of his feet, like an iron clamp, slammed down on Huang Jianxiong's wrist, which was holding the God-Slaying Blood Crossbow!
Click!

The sickening sound of bones cracking seemed to come through the light screen!

"what!"

Huang Jianxiong let out a shrill scream as the Bloodthirsty Crossbow flew out of his hand!
Jiang Xuan bent down, grabbed Huang Jianxiong by the collar with his other hand as if he were a chick, and lifted him up! Then, under the horrified gazes of everyone, his arm burst forth with terrifying power, and as if he were smashing a broken sack, he slammed Huang Jianxiong hard onto the solid white jade ground!

boom.!!!

A deep, resounding bang that sent chills down your spine!
Huang Jianxiong's body made intimate contact with the ground, and blood gushed out of his mouth and nose once again!
He felt as if all his bones had been removed, collapsing to the ground, his screams becoming hoarse and weak, leaving only painful spasms and groans! That slam almost took half his life!

“You…you bastard…you dare…” Huang Jianxiong’s eyes were unfocused, filled with boundless fear and resentment.

Jiang Xuan's eyes were as cold as ancient ice, his chest heaving violently. The rage and lingering fear from his brush with death burned his reason like magma! Just a moment ago, he truly felt the chill of death! If the twenty-one soul stars in his sea of ​​consciousness hadn't erupted with starlight in time, refining the Divine Needle, he would be a shattered idiot, even if he wasn't dead!
"You dare to use such a vicious thing to kill me?!"

Jiang Xuan's voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, carrying a chilling killing intent.

"Huang Jianxiong! You deserve to die!"

He raised his foot, and a powerful spiritual aura condensed beneath it, carrying a terrifying force capable of crushing everything, ready to stomp down fiercely on Huang Jianxiong's head! With this stomp, Huang Jianxiong would surely die!
Inside the hall, Ouyang Lun, Liu Hanjiang, and the others were deathly pale, trying to stop it but it was too late! Wen Mingxiu and the others were so frightened that they closed their eyes!
At this critical moment!
laugh.!

A cold, seemingly timeless sword blade appeared out of nowhere, fast as if teleporting, right in front of Jiang Xuan's throat!
The tip of the sword was less than an inch from his skin!
An extremely sharp and deadly sword aura instantly locked onto Jiang Xuan! It made his blood seem to freeze! His raised foot froze in mid-air!
"stop."

A cool, calm, yet authoritative voice rang out behind Jiang Xuan.

Xie Yutang!
Unbeknownst to anyone, he had returned from the meditation room to the main hall and was now standing behind Jiang Xuan, the ancient longsword in his hand precisely aimed at Jiang Xuan's vital points!

The entire hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop! Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events!
Jiang Xuan's body stiffened, and he slowly turned his head to look behind him.

Xie Yutang's eyes, as cold as an icy pool, were staring at him, devoid of any emotion, only a detached indifference as if looking down on an ant.

"Put him down. Otherwise, die."

Xie Yutang's voice remained calm, yet it carried a chilling quality that seemed to freeze the soul.

Jiang Xuan's pupils contracted sharply! The icy, stinging pain in his throat and the deadly threat tensed every muscle in his body to the limit! An indescribable humiliation and rage burned wildly in his chest like wildfire! But he dared not move!
He knew that if he made the slightest move, Xie Yutang's sword would pierce his throat without hesitation!
Looking at Xie Yutang's handsome yet cold face, Jiang Xuan's mind flashed back to the scene more than a year ago, deep in the Three Thousand Mountains, where that amazing sword saved him.

The gratitude shown to him stands in stark contrast to the cold, sharp edge of the sword!

He clenched his teeth so hard that his gums almost bled, and his eyes were blazing with fury! But in the end, he took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the rage that was about to consume his reason.

"it is good."

Jiang Xuan's voice was hoarse, carrying an extreme sense of coldness.

He slowly released his grip on Huang Jianxiong's collar.

Pfft!
Like throwing away trash, Huang Jianxiong slumped softly to the ground again, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Your sword... is faster than before."

Jiang Xuan looked at Xie Yutang, his voice low.

This statement is both a statement of fact and an implication of complex emotions.

Xie Yutang remained expressionless, as if he hadn't heard.

With a flick of his wrist, the longsword, radiating a deadly chill, vanished instantly, like a serpent returning to its sheath.

The terrifying sword energy that had locked onto Jiang Xuan also dissipated.

"Remember my bottom line."

Xie Yutang left a cold remark, as if he had only dealt with a trivial matter.

He didn't even glance at Huang Jianxiong and Jiang Xuan on the ground again. He turned around, walked steadily back to his original spot, sat down again, and closed his eyes to rest. It was as if he wasn't the one who had intervened to stop the killing at all.

The hall was deathly silent, save for Huang Jianxiong's faint groans.

Jiang Xuan stood still, feeling the slight stinging sensation in his throat from the aftershocks of the sword energy.

He slowly raised his hand and gently touched it with his fingertips.

A warm liquid, with a faint smell of rust, clung to his fingertips.

It was a drop of bright red blood.

Jiang Xuan looked down at the tiny drop of blood on his fingertip.

The wound was very small, almost negligible, and I didn't feel much pain.

But this drop of blood, like a brand, burned deeply into his nerves!

He stuck out his tongue and gently licked the blood off his fingertip.

A faint, sweet, fishy taste filled my mouth.

His eyes became incredibly deep at that moment, like the darkest night before a storm. All his anger, humiliation, and resentment were compressed to the extreme, transforming into a resolute determination that chilled him to the bone.

He slowly lowered his hand, his gaze sweeping over Xie Yutang, who was resting with his eyes closed, over Huang Jianxiong lying on the ground like a dead dog, and over the still-shaken scions of powerful families and local tycoons…

The taste of this drop of blood…

He remembered.

The air in the hall seemed to have solidified into lead, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

The smell of blood mixed with the aroma of sandalwood shavings created a strange odor.

All eyes were focused on Jiang Xuan, awaiting his potential outburst of anger, resentment, or terror after being intimidated by Xie Yutang's sword strike. However, Jiang Xuan's reaction surprised everyone, followed by a deeper chill.

He neither flew into a rage nor turned ashen-faced.

He simply and slowly withdrew the foot that was suspended in mid-air, which had been about to crush Huang Jianxiong's head.

Then, he raised his hand and gently ran his fingertips over the tiny wound on his throat where the sword energy had pierced it, leaving a striking crimson stain on his fingertips.

He looked down at the drop of blood on his fingertip, his eyes as deep and cold as an ancient well, all his emotions suppressed beneath the icy surface.

There was no angry roar, no humiliating scream, not even a trace of superfluous expression.

He calmly brought the blood-stained fingertip to his lips, licked it almost imperceptibly with his tongue, and then lowered his hand.

Throughout the entire process, he remained calm and composed, as if he had not been the one who had just experienced a life-or-death moment and had a sword pointed at his throat, but merely a speck of dust brushed off his clothes.

This unusual calm sent a chill down the spines of Wen Mingxiu, Qi Yunxiao, Yuan Shu, and the others huddled in the corner, their backs instantly soaked with cold sweat.

They knew this jinx all too well! This calm was not resignation, but rather the suffocating stillness before a storm.

The calmer he appears, the deeper and more terrifying his murderous intent and schemes are!
What was he thinking? What even more ruthless methods was he plotting? A strong sense of unease, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled around their hearts.

On the contrary, Ouyang Lun, Liu Hanjiang, the golden-robed youth, and other scions of powerful families in the Forbidden City had completely different thoughts when they saw Jiang Xuan's appearance.

In their eyes, his arrogance had been completely shattered, and his mind had been utterly subdued by Xie Yutang's sword! The ferocity with which he defeated Huang Jianxiong with those two punches was nothing but a show of bravado. Once he encountered a true expert, he would immediately reveal his true colors, becoming a tiger with all its teeth pulled out, left to be slaughtered at will!

"Hmph, that's all."

"I thought you were so tough, but in front of Brother Yutang, you still have to obediently bow your head?"

"A piece of trash is a piece of trash; he's just putting on airs."

A few low, disdainful, and gleeful chuckles came from among the scions of powerful families, carrying undisguised contempt.

They regained their sense of superiority and looked at Jiang Xuan as if he were a loser, a joke.

Just then, a slow, heavy footstep broke the eerie atmosphere.

Grandma Feng, leaning on her seemingly ordinary wooden cane, had quietly appeared at the entrance of the hall sometime earlier.

Her cloudy gaze swept over the chaotic hall, as if it had been swept by a hurricane, over Huang Jianxiong who was slumped on the ground, barely breathing and covered in blood, and finally landed on Jiang Xuan, whose expression was calm to the point of being eerily calm.

She made no clear statement regarding the shocking conflict that had just occurred; she neither rebuked nor comforted anyone.

But when her gaze fell on Huang Jianxiong, who was unconscious and lying like a dead dog, a clear and undisguised look of disgust flashed in her cloudy old eyes.

It was as if what he saw was not a noble young master of the Huang family in the capital, but a piece of disgusting filth stuck to the sole of his shoe.

"Someone is coming."

Grandma Feng's voice was hoarse and flat, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

Two servants, their expressions solemn and dressed in plain short jackets, appeared silently behind her.

"Carry him out."

Grandma Feng tapped Huang Jianxiong on the ground with her wooden staff.

"From now on, this person need not set foot here again."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the scions of powerful families present all changed slightly.

Granny Feng's attitude was practically tantamount to blacklisting Huang Jianxiong! Although Huang Jianxiong had used the God-Slaying Blood Crossbow first and his behavior was extremely bad, Granny Feng's blunt expulsion still surprised them and made them feel embarrassed.

However, this slight embarrassment was quickly replaced by relief. After all, Huang Jianxiong had used a forbidden weapon here and caused such a mess; it would be strange if Granny Feng didn't take a stand and uphold her own dignity and the rules of this place.

She just did what she was supposed to do.

"Yes."

Two servants stepped forward and, with swift but ruthless movements, lifted Huang Jianxiong, who was as limp as mud.

Just as the servants lifted Huang Jianxiong up, a young man standing next to Ouyang Lun, who had always been taciturn and had a cold face (from a powerful family skilled in medicine), frowned slightly, as if he had noticed something unusual.

He moved slightly, took two quick steps, and placed his hand on Huang Jianxiong's wrist, instantly sending a subtle probe of spiritual energy into his body.

Just a moment later, the cold-faced young man suddenly looked up, his face showing uncontrollable shock for the first time, and he cried out.

"Qi Sea!"
His dantian... is shattered!

"what?!"

"His Qi Sea is shattered?!"

"How can this be?!"

Like a bolt from the blue! The entire hall erupted in chaos! Everyone was stunned by this sudden news!
The Qi Sea is the core of a cultivator's storage and circulation of spiritual power! A shattered Qi Sea means the destruction of one's foundation and the collapse of the source of spiritual power, rendering one a complete cripple, unable to cultivate any further! This is a hundred times more cruel than killing Huang Jianxiong! For a proud son of a powerful clan who values ​​cultivation and power above all else, this is an ending more terrifying than death!

"Impossible! Brother Huang just now..." Liu Hanjiang's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously wanted to refute.

"Shut up!"

Grandma Feng's hoarse voice carried an invisible pressure that instantly suppressed all the noise.

Her cloudy gaze sharpened like a knife. She took a step forward, and her withered fingers flashed as she pointed at Huang Jianxiong's lower abdomen, specifically his dantian.

A power far more profound and refined than that of the aloof young man penetrated into it.

After a moment, Granny Feng slowly withdrew her fingers, and the wrinkles on her face seemed to deepen.

She raised her eyelids, and for the first time, her gaze truly fell on Jiang Xuan. Her eyes were complex and unfathomable, carrying a hint of scrutiny, a hint of surprise, and a hint of... indescribable meaning.

“Boy,” Granny Feng’s voice was still hoarse, but it clearly reached everyone’s ears.

"You went a bit too far."

These words, like a final verdict, definitively confirmed the fact that Huang Jianxiong's cultivation had been crippled! (End of Chapter)