Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 552 Marquis Qingyang, it really is Marquis Qingyang...

Yu Wanjun, carrying the coiled dragon halberd on his shoulder, leaped off his horse. The bronze box protruding from the halberd's tip exploded, and three bloody heads rolled down the bluestone steps—

The head at the very top was none other than that of Gu Changting, the Grand Elder of the Lingfeng Sword Sect, with his eyes wide open in anger!
"Yu Wanjun, Commander of the Zhen Tian Martial Guard, is acting on the orders of the Marquis of Qingyang—"

Yu Wanjun's voice boomed like thunder, causing icicles to fall from the eaves of the mountain gate.

"The Lingfeng Sword Sect was wiped out, and twelve original volumes of the 'Azure Netherworld Sword Control Technique' and seventy-three secret letters from the Eastern Wei were seized!"

He grabbed the thick book with his backhand and tossed it onto the stone steps in front of him.

"This is the Lingfeng Sword Sect's nine-line sword technique manual, celebrating the Heshan Yue Sect's resurgence of the Eastern Jianghu!"

Annihilate the Lingfeng Sword Sect!

A deafening roar erupted from the viewing platform. Bai Chen Martial Grandmaster Sun Zhentang stared wide-eyed at the rolling head: "Gu Changting is a Cave Profound Realm cultivator! How could this be—"

"Impossible, this is impossible..." Lin Luyue, an elite member of the Lingfeng Sword Sect, was pale and bewildered, muttering to herself as her hands and feet trembled.

Their own sect was wiped out?

At this point, most people no longer cared whether the Lingfeng Sword Sect had been destroyed.

Their eyes were all focused on the large black banner that stood before the Seventy-Two Cavalry.

Great Qin, the Heavenly Guard!

This is the black flag of the Heavenly Guard!

The Great Qin Heavenly Division, which suppresses the entire world, dispatches powerful warriors to the Eastern Territory!

"Chen Duange of the Cold Crow Sword Sect thanks Marquis Qingyang for saving my life!" A clear sword rang out from the clouds, and Chen Duange stepped on the ice crystal Vermilion Bird and skimmed across the river.

Behind him, his thirty-six disciples carried the black iron coffin and slammed it down heavily. When the coffin lid was shaken open, thousands of ancient texts gushed out like a waterfall.

"This is a book treasured by the Flying Star Sword Sect for seven hundred years. Please accept it, Mountain Sect!"

The Flying Star Sword Sect's collection of books!

What does it mean that the Cold Crow Sword Sect sent the Flying Star Sword Sect's collection of books?
"Impossible!" Ke Shaohong, a deacon of the Zhenhai Sect, clenched his fist. "Feng Buji led the Flying Star Sword Sect disciples to attack..."

A sinister laugh cut off the exclamation, and Yin Jiuyou, the head of the Underworld, emerged from the dark clouds.

He flicked twelve bone-piercing nails engraved with soul-suppressing runes from his sleeve, the remnants of the Eastern Wei Blood-Burning Pill still boiling at the nail ends: "In the Earth Fire Workshop of Baichen Mountain, I searched the souls of three hundred disciples."

With a light flick of his toes, Feng Buji's head, with a fragment of black iron embedded between his eyebrows, rolled to the side of Sun Zhentang's boot. The tattoo of the Overturning Sea Dragon remaining inside the skull was being burned by the lightning patterns.

"By the way, Bai Chenwu Sect, wiped out."

Bai Chen Martial Sect, destroyed?
Bai Chen Martial Sect, destroyed?
Before the gates of the Mountain Moving Sect, everyone looked bewildered.

“Impossible…” Wu Canghai gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice.

Sun Zhentang's lips trembled as he looked up in disbelief.

How could Bai Chen Martial Sect have been destroyed?
As if to corroborate Yin Jiuyou's words, the sword light roared and swept over.

On the viewing platform, Elder Duan Yun of the Qingyun Sword Sect had eyes full of brilliance.

That sword light clearly belongs to a powerful expert from our own Qingyun Sword Sect!
The sword energy of the Qingyun Sword Sect condensed into a stream of light and pierced through the air. Elder Li Tingyun held a scorched scroll of the "Mountain Moving and Weapon Refining Record" in his hands: "The Qingyun Sword Sect assisted the Zhentian Division in annihilating the Baichen Martial Sect and seized eight hundred scrolls of secret letters from the Eastern Wei!"

His disciples unfurled blood-stained banners, the tattered white dragon head totem on the banners causing Sun Zhentang to slump to the ground—

Those are clearly fragments of the protective spirit armor of Chen He, the sect leader of Bai Chen Sect!
Bai Chenwuzong was destroyed.

The Flying Star Sword Sect is destroyed.

Lingfeng Sword Sect, destroyed!

One terrifying message after another arrived, leaving everyone outside the Mountain Moving Sect's gates speechless.

Who would have thought that these major sects in the Eastern Territory would be wiped out so quietly?
A strong aura of thunder and fire swept into the mountain gate from the river wind, where powerful figures from the Thunder Immortal Slaughtering Division, dressed in black robes, stood on the banks of the Yun Cang River.

One by one, powerful figures from the Zhen Tian Division, some clad in armor, others with imposing physiques, and still others exuding an overwhelming aura, led their armies into the square in front of the Ban Shan Sect's mountain gate.

"Reporting to the Marquis, all the guards of the Zhen Tian Division have completed their missions and have come to report back."

Yao Tong, the Thunder Envoy of the Immortal Execution Division, stepped forward and bowed to Zhang Yuan, who was standing on the stone platform.

"Greetings, Lord Marquis—"

Squads of soldiers in black armor bowed and clasped their hands in greeting.

One after another, powerful figures bowed.

Outside the Mountain Moving Sect's gates, endless qi and qi energy intertwined and converged, stirring up turbulent winds and snow. Lord Marquis?

Marquis Qingyang!
Zhang Qingyang, the Marquis of Qingyang, is the head of the Great Qin Heavenly Guard and the Martial Guard!

Zhang Yuan is Zhang Qingyang!

Zhang Qingyang, who was ennobled in one battle and took charge of the Great Qin's number one martial arts sect, the Heavenly Suppression Division!
"Second Uncle, am I dreaming...?" Li Sihuan muttered to himself, his eyes glazed over.

Behind him, Li Changqi remained silent.

He didn't know what to say.

“Marquis Qingyang, it really is Marquis Qingyang…” Yue Cengyun sighed softly, turning his head to look at Cao Chunbao, who was smiling in front of the mountain gate.

"Lord Qingyang, isn't he the head of the academy?" He Yuncheng's face twitched, his expression bewildered.

His fellow disciples behind him also looked dazed and confused.

“How is this possible…” Wu Canghai of Zhenhai Sect turned pale.

As a martial arts sect of the Great Qin Dynasty, how could he not know the consequences of confronting the Heavenly Suppressor?

But how could Zhang Yuan be the Marquis of Qingyang?
The three sword cultivators from Yangtian Continent, dressed in the robes of the Xuan Yin Sect, also withdrew their sword light and looked extremely solemn.

The powerful army of the Heavenly Guardians, a gathering of elites, made them feel threatened.

"Senior, are you satisfied with this gift?"

Zhang Yuan looked up at Liang Qiyuan and spoke loudly.

"Satisfied, of course I'm satisfied!" Liang Qiyuan replied with a smile, his eyes gleaming as he slowly looked at Wu Canghai and the others in front of him.

"Elder Liang, this is the Nine Tribulation Thunder Marrow Pill, which can help you achieve a hundred breaths of freedom. Is that enough?"

A voice sounded.

The chief apothecary, dressed in a blue robe, raised his hand and tossed a blue pill with lightning patterns toward Liang Qiyuan.

Liang Qiyuan grabbed the pill, put it directly into his mouth, and let out a long laugh.

"A hundred breaths? What's the point of a hundred breaths!"

The pill entered the stomach, and its medicinal power condensed into a phantom dragon that coiled around the body.

A rumbling sound emanated from his collapsed dantian, and his gray hair and beard turned dark blue in the lightning—

The secret medicine of the Heavenly Suppression Bureau, the "Nine Tribulations Thunder Marrow Pill," allowed his cultivation to reach the realm of carefree enlightenment within a hundred breaths!

With one step, the shadow of the Mountain Moving Warrior behind Liang Qiyuan solidified, and the shadow of the mountain merged with Qisong Mountain.

This is to trigger the resonance of the earth's veins in the Mountain Moving Sect, and to merge with his cave heaven!
"Come and fight, you lot!"

Liang Qiyuan laughed wildly and roared, throwing a punch that was as powerful as a mountain collapsing!

"Click——"

The moment Liang Qiyuan shattered the ice steps, the Nine Tribulations Thunder Marrow Pill exploded with nine golden patterns in his dantian.

The golden patterns moved with his fist, causing the heavens and earth to tremble for hundreds of miles!
One punch!
Liang Qiyuan's right fist pierced through the Xuanlin Iron Armor of Elder Wu Canghai of the Zhenhai Sect, and the seven sea dragon tattoos were torn into blood mist by the fist's intent.

The broken bones, wrapped in dragon scale talismans, crashed through five black iron sword-testing stone pillars, leaving a deep pit on the mountain wall a hundred feet away.

"boom--"

The pillar of light from the fallen Dongxuan Grandmaster ignited the sky.

"The Mountain Sect truly lives up to its reputation as a major martial arts sect in the Great Qin Dynasty. The power of this punch can shake the entire Eastern territories."

Standing in front of the viewing platform, Manager Zhao smiled as he looked at Zhang Yuan, who was standing on the stone platform.

Take a breath.

Suppress and kill the Dongxuan Grandmaster.

This is the method of Marquis Qingyang.

There was no need for him to take action; with just a word and a pill, Marquis Qingyang could kill a Grandmaster of the Dongxuan Sect.

The power and resources of the Zhen Tian Division are truly terrifying!
"boom--"

Liang Qiyuan, who had killed Wu Canghai with a single blow, turned around and threw a punch at Sun Zhentang, the elder of Baichen Martial Sect, whose face was filled with fear.

(End of this chapter)