Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

Inside the tavern, time seemed to stand still.

Xie Qidao maintained that ferocious pose of raising his broadsword high, about to strike, like a lifelike sculpture.

Lei Wujie's blood was still flowing, but he could no longer feel the pain. He even forgot to close his eyes and wait for death. He just stared blankly at the man who appeared at the bottom of the stairs like a ghost.

Su Changqing stood there barefoot.

He didn't look downstairs immediately, but turned around and gently and carefully closed the door behind him.

His movements were slow and gentle, as if he were handling a rare treasure.

Then, he raised a finger and put it between his lips, making a "shh" gesture.

"Shh-"

This action, so out of place on a battlefield filled with blood and slaughter, exudes a chilling eeriness.

The loud bang downstairs just now shook the entire tavern.

Little Nuomi seemed startled in her sleep, furrowing her pretty little eyebrows and even letting out an uncomfortable whimper.

This groan ignited the long-suppressed anger in Su Changqing's heart.

Morning grumpiness.

For an average person, morning grumpiness might just be grumbling or throwing a pillow.

But for a terrestrial deity, especially one who dotes on his daughter more than his own life, morning grumpiness is... a natural disaster!

Su Changqing waved his hand casually.

A pale golden light curtain appeared silently, completely enveloping the entire second-floor bedroom.

Silent Barrier, Enhanced Version.

After doing all this, he finally turned around. His eyes, which had been full of doting affection, turned into two bottomless pools of cold water the moment he looked downstairs.

Did I say that...?

Su Changqing's voice was very soft, as soft as a lover's whisper, but to Xie Qidao, it was like thunder from the heavens exploding in his mind!

Xie Qidao wanted to make a move.

He considered either slashing down with that knife, turning and running away, or kneeling down and begging for mercy.

But to his horror, he discovered that he couldn't move!

It wasn't that I was acupunctured or bound by ropes.

Instead... the space is locked!

He felt like a fly trapped in amber, the air around him turning into hard steel, squeezing every inch of his skin and every bone!

"Move! Move!"

Xie Qidao roared madly in his heart, his internal energy surging through his meridians like boiling magma, but he couldn't even blink!

Even the black knife that was only an inch away from Lei Wujie's head seemed to have taken root and could no longer advance an inch!

That's the power of that one glance.

With just a glance, he completely suppressed an assassin at the peak of the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm!

"clatter."

Su Changqing took the first step.

Bare feet made a slight sound as they stepped on the wooden stairs.

But to Xie Qidao, the sound was like a countdown to death!

"Snap!"

As Su Changqing took that step, Xie Qidao felt the invisible pressure on his body suddenly double!

A crisp cracking sound came from inside his body.

That was his left shinbone, which couldn't withstand the terrifying pressure and broke!

A sharp pain struck, but he couldn't even scream. He could only stare wide-eyed at the man who was slowly walking down.

"clatter."

The second step.

"Snap! Snap!"

This time, the broken part was the right leg and two ribs.

Xie Qidao's massive, mountain-like body began to tremble violently, but he maintained the posture of holding his sword, because the spatial lock prevented him from even falling down!

This is a crueler form of torture than being slowly sliced ​​to death!

"clatter."

third step.

Su Changqing walked very slowly, taking each step very steadily.

His loose pajamas swayed gently with his steps, making him look so relaxed and harmless.

But everyone present, including Lei Wujie, Wushuang, and Xiao Se, held their breath and dared not even make a sound.

They looked at the lazy boss who usually just sunbathed, took care of the kids, and was afraid of his wife, and now he seemed to have transformed into a demon god who had walked out of hell!

That indifference that emanated from their very bones, that icy indifference that regarded life as worthless, sent a chill down their spines.

"Is this... his true nature?"

Xiao Se's hand, gripping the Wuji Staff, was trembling. He suddenly realized that his previous assumptions about Su Changqing were too conservative.

This isn't some reclusive master; this is clearly... a god!

A god who was bound by worldly affairs has finally broken free of his shackles and revealed his fangs!

"Click-clack-clack-clack—"

As Su Changqing walked down the stairs step by step, Xie Qidao's bones shattered one after another like firecrackers!

That sound was particularly jarring in the deathly silent tavern, sending chills down one's spine.

When Su Changqing reached the last step of the stairs, half of Xie Qidao's bones were already broken!

Blood was flowing from all seven orifices, and his eyeballs were bulging out; he was no longer recognizable as a human.

But he is still alive.

I am still consciously experiencing the pain every single second.

Su Changqing stopped and stood beside Lei Wujie.

He didn't even glance at Lei Wujie, as if the boy who was risking his life to protect his daughter didn't exist.

His gaze remained fixed on Xie Qidao's face, which was contorted with pain and fear.

Did I say that...?

Su Changqing spoke again.

This time, there was a hint of impatience in his tone, like someone who had been woken up complaining about noise.

Su Changqing slowly walked down the stairs, and with each step, a bone in Xie Qidao's body shattered.

Su Changqing's voice was gentle yet deadly: "I told you, even if the sky falls, don't wake us. You... took my words lightly?"