Chapter 224

After the killing armor's full coverage, Shen Qing's aura had already reached a terrifying height.

The black-clothed old man's eyes, which had been calm, were no longer so; they became solemn, and his voice turned uncertain.

"Shen Qing, calm down a bit. The Shen family's judgment will be fair and just. Don't act impulsively."

Shen Qing's eyes were icy cold.

Fair and just? Now you start talking about fairness and justice? Then what about Shen Qing nearly dying several times as a child, while Shen Yunya never received punishment—what does that count as?

People are always like this: when they can win, they talk about the survival of the fittest; but when they can't win anymore, they start talking about fairness and justice.

Shen Qing snorted: "Compared to your so-called fairness and justice, I trust my own strength more."

"Likewise, compared to your words spoken while standing, I trust the truth you speak when you kneel down."

Hearing Shen Qing's words, Shen Ting, who was already furious, exploded directly. His eyes turned blood-red, and he roared.

"Arrogant! How dare you say such things to me! Disrespecting your elders! Today I will eliminate the harm to the Shen family!!!"

Only seen, Shen Ting formed hand seals, and earth-yellow vital energy rapidly gathered into a huge boulder that smashed toward Shen Qing.

"Suppressing Sea Rock!!!"

Shen Ting's move was a killing technique from the start.

The black-clothed old man turned his head, looking somewhat surprised at Shen Ting.

"Shen Ting, how...?"

Shen Ting gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred: "Shen Qing already knows the truth! And his talent is now too terrifying—he cannot be allowed to live!"

He never intended to let Shen Qing return alive to the Shen family. He had heard Shen Yunya's final words, and he also knew his own actions had already been exposed.

He feared Shen Qing's talent, and even more feared Shen Qing's methods; he feared Shen Qing would one day settle accounts with them.

At this moment, a terrifying golden light flashed ahead.

The Suppressing Sea Rock Shen Ting had thrown, like a small mountain, was already covered in confusing golden cracks. In the next instant, a brilliant heavenly dragon finger beam shot out, completely shattering the rock.

And amidst the golden light filling the sky and the lingering earth-yellow vital energy, a blood shadow flew out like a meteor, rushing quickly toward the two.

The black-clothed old man's eyes flickered. In the instant Shen Qing easily shattered Shen Ting's killing move, he also understood: Shen Ting was right—Shen Qing's talent was too terrifying.

The black-clothed old man's eyes turned cold. He raised his hand and drew the treasure sword at his waist, charging forward to attack.

At this moment, the shockwave from Shen Qing's shattering of the Suppressing Sea Rock had reached Zijun City. Ma Qing and others still held their vital energy barrier.

Only Jia He and others were somewhat puzzled, because just now Shen Yunya's corpse had already fallen down, yet the battle continued—and even erupted into a more terrifying fight.

At this moment, beside Jia He appeared a path of even more substantial green vital energy.

Jia He felt some familiar vital energy, and with some delight turned his head: "Commander Lin! You're awake!"

Behind him walked out a middle-aged man whose face was still somewhat pale—exactly Lin Hai, the Embroidered Uniform Guard Commander of Yunzhou.

Lin Hai's injuries had not yet fully healed, his face still somewhat pale: "How long was I unconscious? Why did someone start fighting? What's the situation now?"

Jia He hurriedly recounted the recent events at top speed.

Lin Hai raised his head, looked toward the sky: "I understand."

As he spoke, Lin Hai's pupils shot out two green beams, actually faintly penetrating the black mist and seeing the situation inside.

Obviously, this Lin Hai had cultivated a not-bad pupil technique, and his attainment was not low.

He saw clearly the situation inside. Although he did not recognize Shen Ting, he did recognize that black-clothed old man.

Lin Hai let out a soft "yi" sound.

"How is it him?"

After only a slight hesitation, Lin Hai opened his mouth and shouted with vital energy.

"Shen Qing! Be careful of the black-clothed one—he's called An Tian Dao, his sword light has many layers, be careful of the sword light!"

And in midair, the black-clothed old man had already swung a dark sword beam at Shen Qing. Shen Qing's pupils flickered with purple light—this sword beam indeed concealed secrets, with multiple sword beams hidden within.

Shen Qing laughed: "An Tian Dao? Then try my sword."

How coincidental—An Tian? Shen Qing's supreme sword technique is just called Kai Tian.

Shen Qing swung one blade, releasing a terrifying golden sword beam. Wherever it passed, even the air produced ripples, and the sound of tearing air rang out.

Immediately, the two sword beams collided.

The dark sword beam was almost instantly split apart, scattering into several small sword beams. But these small sword beams also didn't last long before being completely ground into flying ash by the golden sword beam.

Hidden small sword beams within the large one? Shen Qing couldn't care less about your tricks—just chop them all to pieces.

And after shattering the dark sword beam, the golden sword beam's power had not weakened much, still advancing full speed toward the black-clothed old man.

Terrifying pressure made him unable to catch his breath.

His eyes full of incomprehension.

What is this thing?

He raised the treasure sword in his hand, placed it diagonally before his body, vital energy surging.

Boom!

Terrifying force made him retreat continuously, until he had retreated hundreds of meters, and only with Shen Ting's help could he barely stop.

The black-clothed old man had already been completely shocked by Shen Qing's strength.

Can't win!

Their respective strongest supreme techniques and sword arts were easily shattered.

Shen Ting spoke: "Troublesome point, let's go together."

Mainly because if we don't act together now, we'll all be done for.

The black-clothed old man nodded, took a deep breath, and struck his palm against his chest, reversing the flow of essence blood.

Immediately, he transformed into a dark streak of light rushing toward Shen Qing.

This is their usual tactic: the black-clothed old man engages in close combat, while Shen Ting uses his supreme technique from a distance.

The black-clad old man understood that Shen Qing's blade was swift and ruthless, so he tried his best to avoid a direct clash, but even so, Shen Qing's casual slashes left him in agony, blood spraying everywhere.

At this moment, the black-clad old man seized an opening—Shen Qing's blade veered off, caught by his sword, and simultaneously he grabbed the edge of the Dragon-Slaying blade with one hand.

His face lit up with joy: "Shen Ting is now!"

But after waiting a while, no sound of the ultimate technique came from behind, and he then noticed Shen Qing's mocking gaze.

"Don't get carried away here—why don't you turn around and take a look? See if Shen Ting is still there."

The black-clad old man trembled as he turned his head, but what he caught in his peripheral vision shattered his heart—only to see Shen Ting sprinting at breakneck speed, having already abandoned him and fled.

His vision went black—he had been played!

At this moment, Shen Qing's voice rang out again.

"And, did you really think you could block my blade?"

"Now, you can't move, can you? Perfect—let me test my new killing move."

The black-clad old man was truly immobilized now—his blade and hand dared not move, for if he dared to twitch, Shen Qing's Dragon-Slaying would fall upon him.

The black-clad old man lifted his head, gazing at Shen Qing, intending to beg for mercy: "Shen..."

But before the words could leave his mouth, they froze in his throat, for Shen Qing's eyes blazed with lightning, raging violently at extreme speed.

"How could this be..."

Before the words faded, two terrifying bolts of purple lightning shot from Shen Qing's eyes—this was none other than the Fury Thunder Purple Pupils he had just gained from slaying Shen Yun'ya.

Only their speed and power had increased by more than a third.

Only a loud bang was heard.

The black-clad old man's head exploded outright, reduced to a charred, blackened ruin.

Shen Qing muttered a sound, casually flung the corpse aside, and pursued Shen Ting.

"Turns out this thing has no wind-up."