Shrouding the Heavens: The Ruthless Heavenly Emperor

Even when he activated his physical abilities, he did not detect any emotions or fluctuations in the laws of the Great Dao.

It seems that the opponent is an extremely skilled master of stealth, who strikes with deadly precision, revealing no flaws or aura whatsoever, and whose emotions are completely concealed.

In an instant, Xu Changqing analyzed the other party's strengths.

Seeing the blood-soaked mess on the ground and the corpse lying beside him, still gushing blood, his eyes showed no emotion. He had killed the wrong person, so be it.

"boom!"

He leaped into the sky and stood tall under the moonlight, his white hair fluttering, his gaze coldly fixed on the pedestrians below. The dazzling world was filled with countless mortals who looked up at him.

His eyes revealed fear, but even more so, respect.

"Wow, big brother can actually fly!"

"Wow, that's amazing! When I grow up, I want to be able to fly too!"

Some children playing in the mud saw the white-haired man under the moon and their eyes lit up, and they screamed in surprise.

"Hey!"

But the next moment, the immense blade light covered the entire town.

"No, no!"

"We didn't do anything, why are you killing us?!"

Countless screams echoed as millions of lives in the town turned into a bloody mist, and the surrounding houses, vegetation, and everything else were reduced to ashes.

"boom!"

Countless longswords appeared from the void, and with a hiss, they attacked the void indiscriminately, covering the entire area. The heavens and earth trembled, and a blood moon appeared in the sky.

Xu Changqing's expression was utterly indifferent, showing no remorse whatsoever for the mortals who died at his hands—this was the terrifying power of cultivators.

But there's no other way. He shows no mercy. He'll stop at nothing to achieve his goal, even sacrificing living beings is not out of the question.

Moreover, it's better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.

"Ta-da!"

Under the moonlight, countless milky-white longswords flew out in all directions like rain, occasionally sending sparks flying into the void.

Xu Changqing sensed the enemy's location, closed his eyes, and in the moonlight and the dead of night, his white hair fluttered, his body steaming with white mist, and white ripples vibrated around him, suppressing all his strength.

His divine senses searched the entire area, and finally, once again, he sensed a faint fluctuation of the Saint King in the void.

Without any hesitation, he immediately unleashed the Heavenly Will Blade, locking onto his opponent.

"Hey!"

The vastness of heaven and earth was filled with the sword intent, which surged like a boundless ocean, its waves crashing and a thousand layers of sword intent sweeping across the universe, illuminating the entire night sky in an instant.

"puff!"

The next moment, a crack appeared in the void, revealing two drops of blood and a muffled sound, but the injury was not serious.

Under the moonlight, the once brightly lit town and the beautiful forests have now turned into a barren wasteland, with countless cracks and lava shooting into the sky.

To the southeast of Xu Changqing, a figure fell out. His primordial spirit covered the entire area and instantly locked onto the figure. The Supreme Ruthless Body exerted a suppressive force, suppressing the Great Dao of the area and forcing the area's aura to remain exposed.

"I never expected you would force me out in this way," the figure said in a hoarse voice.

No matter how fast he ran, that kind of attack was like a heavenly tribulation locking onto him; he simply couldn't dodge it.

He thought that Xu Changqing would not kill ordinary people, so he took action in the city to restrain Xu Changqing.

As for those mortals, they are real living beings. Why are they so lively? It's because he set up a grand formation to confuse all the mortals and make them gather together.

He heard that the Heavenly Demon was ruthless, inhuman, had no relatives or friends, and no followers; he had always fought and killed alone.

He wanted to use the mundane world of mortals to influence Xu Changqing's state of mind, and took advantage of Xu's moment of distraction and recollection to make his move.

If you can kill him, then kill him; if you can't kill him, then use some dirty tricks to make him an enemy of the world.

Unexpectedly, I miscalculated again. Since I couldn't kill Wuqing, I had no choice but to leave it as it was.

Moreover, that attack was impossible to dodge; it seems we need to be careful.

Once you've achieved your objective, leave immediately. Don't linger in the fight, because you can't defeat a ruthless opponent.

The figure was thinking this.

"Shh!"

But the next moment, Xu Changqing disappeared and appeared directly next to the figure; his speed was too fast.

But the figure was clearly faster; just as Xu Changqing slashed from the side with his right hand, he vanished.

But it was in that instant that Xu Changqing saw the person's face.

With blue hair and black demonic markings on his face, he was a man with a somewhat sinister appearance. He looked thin and was extremely fast, even Xu Changqing couldn't catch up with him.

"Hahaha."

"Your actions are destined to be despised and scorned by everyone. For someone of saintly cultivation to lay a hand on a mortal is a stain on your life!"

Xu Changqing saw the blue-haired man laugh and disappear, apparently trying to make a runaway.

"call!"

The next moment, he took out the Demon Flag, gripped the flagpole tightly with both hands, and waved it in mid-air. The dark red flag waving under the moonlight looked extremely eerie.

Various dark figures flew out of the flag, and the world was filled with ghostly wails and howls.

"I knew you'd pull this off." The blue-haired man, who was fleeing, smiled even more broadly at the sight, holding a square stone in his hand as if recording this moment.

One of the strongest prodigies of his generation, capable of causing a Saint King to bleed with a single blow, this person hunts down mortals, cultivates demonic arts, and refines the souls of mortals into puppets.

If he becomes emperor, will he still slaughter all living beings for his own amusement?

At this moment, the blue-haired man had achieved his goal: to spread the image and have the entire starry sky hunt him down.

Even if those people know that Xu Changqing was framed, so what?

Gather all your energy to eliminate a major enemy on the path to becoming an emperor. Who cares if it's true or false?

In the end, Xu Changqing took out many treasures to intercept that person, but the blue-haired youth still managed to escape.

The blue-haired man possessed something extraordinary; he was incredibly fast, and even if all escape routes were blocked, he would still manage to escape.

"Xingzi secret?"

Xu Changqing was somewhat puzzled. If someone with the Xingzi Secret Technique could escape the area he had blocked, it wouldn't be surprising, after all, it was a secret technique known as the fastest in the world.

That person won't fight him; if he did, the "Xingzi Secret" wouldn't be of much use.

Even if Xu Changqing is very confident, his self-created secret technique could never rival the Xingzi Secret Technique at its current level.

As for the stain the blue-haired man mentioned, Xu Changqing didn't care at all.

It's just a stain. When you're strong enough, so what if it's a stain? Will anyone even care?

So what if there's discussion? Will the noise kill us?

Chapter 43 stain

The next day, a shocking message came from the starry sky.

The 50th level of the human race, the central square is now packed with people, a dense, bustling crowd.

In the center of that huge square, a stone pillar stands, and on a stone on it, a scene of a white-haired man sitting at a table eating is playing.

The oil lamp hung quietly from the roof beam, suspended by a rope, emitting a warm glow.

White rice, a clay pot filled with steaming hot broth that looked very oily, and a chicken head floating in the broth.

This is a bowl of chicken soup.

Four children, an old man, and an older woman chatted happily, laughing occasionally. Only the white-haired man sat there quietly, not eating, but just staring at the food.

Finally, after the older woman spoke to him and asked him all sorts of questions, the white-haired man's eyes gradually turned cold.

The scene shifts to a brightly lit town, with lanterns hanging above the doors of every household. There are also some cured meats on the doors, and some cats and dogs lazily lying in front of them.

The children were playing and laughing, creating a lively atmosphere, and the sound of firecrackers could be heard from time to time.

Everyone in the square smiled when they saw this.

"That was so nice. I used to do that when I was little, squatting in front of my house, playing with my dog, Big Yellow. But I can't go back to those days."

"If only we cultivators could have this kind of life, without fighting and killing, just a peaceful life. We might toil and struggle every day for a little food, but it would still be better than being a cultivator. Cultivators live in constant fear, facing life and death every day."

"That white-haired man, isn't he Wuqing? How could he possibly sit with mortals?"

"I never expected him to have another side."

People around were discussing it, many were watching in silence, and some sentimental people couldn't bear to see this scene and quietly shed tears, their minds filled with memories of not having stepped onto the imperial road.

After a while, the scene returned to Xu Changqing, who, after eating a piece of chicken, frowned and his eyes turned cold.

The boys and girls looked at Xu Changqing with a puzzled expression and asked one after another, "Big brother, is it not tasty?"

The younger generation present were all taken aback. Was it delicious? They didn't know.

Because they've never eaten the food of mortals.

From childhood to adulthood, they have only eaten delicacies from land and sea. Even when they embark on the path to heaven, they still kill many special creatures along the way.

Those creatures all possessed considerable cultivation levels, and they tasted delicious even without any seasoning.

But the next moment, everyone saw Xu Changqing smile gently, stand up, pat the heads of several children, and say gently, "How could that be? The chicken soup is delicious."

The people on Dilu were all stunned, somewhat puzzled as to why Xu Changqing would show such a gentle smile; it didn't seem to fit his personality.

"If Wuqing says it's delicious, is it really delicious?" some foodies asked.

"I don't know. Why don't we go to a mortal town sometime and give it a try?"

"The food that mortals eat is very dirty, full of grime and stains. Can we really eat it?"

"Won't it be expelled?"

People on the Imperial Road are all discussing the food of mortals.

Whether it tasted good or not, they didn't notice that Xu Changqing's smile was getting colder and colder, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.