Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 227 Death! die! die!
Cao Changqing uttered two words expressionlessly:
"what for?"

"It has no real meaning; it was just a whim that led me to want to go against the natural order and establish a demonic path in this lifetime."

Zhuang Bu Ran said with a smile:

"To send you, these self-righteous, selfish, and infighting people, to your grave is the greatest pleasure of my life."

"You devil, you deserve to die!"

Upon hearing this, Cao Changqing shouted loudly, and the azure light from the depths of the sky suddenly transformed into a rainbow as thick as a corridor pillar, plummeting down towards the gray-clad boy.

Zhuang Buran's aura trembled slightly, and the rainbow light immediately disappeared.

"He was decisive, using his own blood and energy as fuel to ignite the fire in his heart, forcibly ascending to the Confucian Sage realm and possessing combat power comparable to that of an Earth Immortal."

"Unfortunately, it was still just the light of a firefly, far too weak and feeble."

Cao Changqing strode forward, then suddenly closed his eyes. Blood instantly flowed from his seven orifices, yet he calmly spread his hands, as if wanting to encompass the entire world.

The sky over an area of ​​several hundred miles was immediately tinged with a bluish light.

"To gain a higher realm at the cost of one's life, and then to transform Confucianism and Taoism into hegemony, one can obtain the combat power of a celestial being on land."

Zhuang Buran wore a pleased expression:
"Li Chungang, Hong Xixiang, you two are both swordsmen, what are your thoughts on this?"

"We swordsmen, from ancient times to the present, have tirelessly pursued the ultimate realm of soaring spirit and penetrating rainbow. We never imagined that Cao Changqing would be able to bring that abundant righteous spirit from the heavens into the human world."

Li Chungang spoke with great respect:
"This is tantamount to adding another ten feet to a hundred-foot scroll."

Hong Xixiang frowned slightly:
"Zhuang Buran, what is your cultivation level? How can you be so indifferent to the danger before you and still have the time to ask questions?"

In an instant, a dazzling beam of light crashed to the ground, enveloping the gray-clad boy in linen clothes.

However, instead of generating earth-shattering, devastating power, a sound with a hint of laughter could be heard:

"This is such a familiar righteous energy. I recall that in one of my past lives, I was extremely skilled at harnessing the righteous energy of heaven and earth."

The voice paused for a moment, then came out from the pillar of light:

"Keep it up, please continue."

Cao Changqing's pupils contracted slightly, and his aura became increasingly violent and incomparable. One magnificent beam of light after another fell towards the gray-clad, hemp-robed youth.

However, it did not cause the slightest ripple, causing Li Chungang and Hong Xixiang to frown slightly. The former's aura surged, and he softly shouted the words "Sword, come!"

Hundreds of thousands of Northern Liang swords flew down from the mountain and quickly converged into a massive, ancient sword on the half-collapsed Qingliang Mountain.

The latter held the peerless immortal sword he had forged when he was the founder of Wudang Mountain. He immediately restrained his aura and stared intently at the pillar of light.

"Interesting. The half-crippled sword god has actually returned to the realm of terrestrial immortals, and is even trying his best to squeeze his Qi Sea and physique. He originally had more than ten years left to live, but now he will die in one battle."

The voice of the boy in the gray linen shirt slowly drifted over:

"Very well, then I, Zhuang, will thank Cao Rusheng for the righteous energy he provided, which has saved me a lot of time and allowed me to return to my peak."

Instantly, the immense and powerful aura contained in the dazzling pillar of light seemed to be absorbed and dissipated without a trace, revealing a gray-clad boy with long silver hair.

A smile played at the corners of his lips:

“Cao Changqing, I knew you were hopelessly stupid.”

"you"

Upon hearing this, Cao Changqing, who was already at his limit, was so enraged that he suffered a stroke, bleeding from all seven orifices and dying, collapsing heavily to the ground.

In an instant, sword energy surged like a rainbow atop the half-collapsed Qingliang Mountain, soaring straight into the sky. Above, the sky seemed to crack, and brilliant golden light shone down, as if revealing a faintly visible portal.

But then the giant sword slashed down with incredible speed towards the gray-clad, hemp-robed youth. Zhuang Buran raised his hand to block, and said calmly:

"A rather flashy sword strike that opens the gates of heaven, but the sword energy is also rather unsatisfactory."

With a light squeeze of his hand, he caused the giant sword, which was covered with surging sword energy, to crack. Just then, a ray of light appeared at the neck of the gray-clad boy with lightning speed.

Zhuang Buran extended two fingers of his other hand and lightly caught the incoming sword blade.

"The pinnacle of swordsmanship in this world is nothing more than the eight-character principle: the mind focuses on the sword tip. Your immortal flying sword technique for taking heads has quite grasped the essence of the eight-character principle."

As he spoke, he exerted force with both hands simultaneously, and the broken blade fragments immediately fell to the ground.

"Boring. You all have such big mouths, but you're all useless."

Zhuang Buran took a step in the air, a sudden gust of wind arose, and an inexplicable fist pressure crashed down.

His gaze lowered, and he said:
"One of them is Jian Jia, one of the Thirteen Masters of the Spring and Autumn Period, one of the Four Great Masters before Jiazi, a sword genius who appears once every five hundred years. He even said that if the heavens had not given birth to me, Li Chungang, the way of swordsmanship would have been like a long night for eternity."

"He was recognized by the world as the number one swordsman in a thousand years, the number one in the way of heaven in a thousand years, and his very existence symbolized the pinnacle of the human world. He was also known as the so-called Lu Zu. His reincarnation was also at the pinnacle of the martial arts world."

"But in the end, one suffered a mental breakdown and fell into a lower state because of a woman, while the other kept talking about correcting the way of heaven and earth and doing good deeds for the world, but in reality he was a hypocrite who could not sever his emotional ties."

Faced with the increasingly fierce and ruthless punches, the two instinctively carried Xu Xiao and Xu Zhihu into the air.

The sudden cracks on the mountain and its surroundings spread in all directions like a spider web, causing not only the complete collapse of the remaining half of Qingliang Mountain, but also spreading the disaster to an area of ​​dozens of miles around.

Suddenly, a devastating earthquake struck, resembling a landslide and the earth splitting apart.

Suddenly, the cracks, like the gaps in a spider web, reflected a domineering and ferocious force of a punch.

"He was nearly exhausted after traveling a thousand miles in one breath, yet he still had the nerve to call himself a sword god."

Caught off guard, Li Chungang and Xu Xiao, whom he was carrying, were both struck by the force of the punch and turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Hong Xixiang's aura surged again, the clouds in the sky rolled down, and the boundless sword energy completely dissipated the force of Kai Ran's fist.

"You're not bad, but it depends on whether you can unleash combat power beyond that of a celestial being for the sake of your own emotional attachments. If not..."

The voice of the boy in gray linen clothes could be heard for miles around.

"Today, I, Zhuang, will do a good deed and make you and the woman in red, whom you have loved for eight hundred years, a pair of doomed lovers."

He had just stepped into the void, and the cracks created by his "Earth Annihilation" move manifested as an illusory and uncertain formation.

The resentment and hostility of more than 200,000 people instantly converged in the clenched fist.

"I, Zhuang, love growing mushrooms the most. This is called 'the natural barrier against war,' so please accept this gift!"

With a loud "boom," a mushroom cloud spread for dozens of miles, leaving the various forces and martial artists who had already taken notice of the war in the Northern Liang region stunned on the spot.

Such superhuman power is something that, if one hadn't witnessed it firsthand, it would be hard to believe that the path of martial arts could possess such earth-shattering power.

In a short period of time, he not only annihilated more than 200,000 troops of Beiliang, but also defeated figures such as Hong Xixiang, the reincarnation of Lu Zu, Li Chungang, a sword genius who appeared once every five hundred years, and Cao Changqing, who possessed eight parts of the celestial phenomena's elegance.

Ten days later.

The world fell silent, all because of the appearance of an unprecedentedly ruthless and vicious person.

Because of the murder of his dog, the mighty Northern Liang cavalry disappeared, the infamous butcher Xu Xiao, and many other peerless masters also perished.

That being possesses irresistible divine power, capable of bringing endless destruction; even if countless masters join forces, they cannot harm it in the slightest.

This completely silenced the world. Even Wang Xianzhi, who claimed to be the second best in the world but was actually the best, appeared extremely dim in front of this peerless villain.

(End of this chapter)