Chapter 331: I gave you hope, then crushed it with my own hands

The blackness in the sky slowly dissipated, sunlight poured down again, and the sound returned to heaven and earth.

Splash—

This is the sound of surging water; the entire Ten Thousand Plus Marsh was instantly split in two by Shen Qing's sword, and a terrifying chasm a hundred meters wide and a thousand meters deep appeared on the ground.

Shen Qing sheathed his blade, turned and walked toward the White Dragon Saint, his voice tinged with teasing.

"Yo, you really aren't dodging, huh?"

"The White Dragon Saint stood motionless, but in fact his body had already been split in two from the crown of his head down by Shen Qing's strike."

"He appears unharmed only because the White Dragon Saint is forcibly holding his flesh together with his vital energy."

"He is now filled with regret."

"He now understands why Shen Qing said that one strike would make him regret."

"He also finally understands why the Heavenly Kui Star was so anxious."

"If he could do it over, he would certainly not be so arrogant again."

"But there is no regret medicine in this world."

"Although he is only a half-step Earth Immortal, he is still an Earth Immortal, his vitality tenacious; his flesh is quickly knitting together, and given enough time he can fully recover."

"The White Dragon Saint spoke."

"Shen Qing, I concede..."

"Let me die with understanding—why do you possess the power of destruction?"

"Shen Qing stepped up to the White Dragon Saint: 'I have no obligation to explain.'"

"But if you want to chat, I can keep you company."

"How long have you been allied with the evil spirits?"

"Not long after I first encountered the evil spirits, I already had contact with them."

"Shen Qing sat on a relatively intact stone to one side."

"Actually, I've always had a question: why do you ally with the evil spirits? Do you think that if they win, you'll have a good fate?"

"Haven't you noticed that those evil spirits don't even regard you as anything? They treat you like dogs they raise."

"Saying this, the White Dragon Saint's expression twisted a bit; those evil spirits indeed did not see him as a person, and even the treasure he used to break through to Earth Immortal had cost him a great price."

"He roared in anger."

"It's all your fault!"

"Even if I didn't ally with the evil spirits, would the Martial Emperor and his ilk let me go?"

"Shen Qing chuckled: 'Hey hey, stop stop stop, don't make yourself out so clean.'"

"If you tucked your tail and hid somewhere under an alias, do you think the Martial Emperor would even notice you?"

"At the end of the day, you're just greedy, aren't you?"

"The White Dragon Saint's lips twitched a few times, but he uttered no words."

"Shen Qing snorted: 'Find a place, hide under an alias, live well—why would you need to work like a dog for the evil spirits?'"

"The White Dragon Saint said nothing, but was secretly gathering his vital energy; while speaking, his severed flesh had almost finished knitting together."

"He was waiting for the instant his body recovered to launch a sneak attack on Shen Qing."

"But just then, Shen Qing looked at the White Dragon Saint, a strange smile appearing on his face."

"Why aren't you speaking? Ao, time's up, right?"

"What are you saying? What... what time?"

"Shen Qing chuckled: 'The time for your flesh to knit together.'"

"Let me calculate—there should be about three breaths left before the repair is complete."

"But during those three breaths you can't move; if I attack you now, what would you do?"

"The White Dragon Saint's face froze instantly; even if he were foolish, he'd realize Shen Qing had seen through his intent and was just toying with him."

"His voice trembled."

"You're playing me?"

"Shen Qing gripped the hilt: 'Exactly.'"

"Don't you think it's especially pleasurable to give you hope, then crush it with your own hands?"

"The White Dragon Saint broke down; a proud half-step Earth Immortal was being toyed with by a twenty‑year‑old brat in the palm of his hand."

"Even if he went to the underworld, King Yama asking the cause of death would leave him unable to speak."

"He bellowed hoarsely: 'Pleasure you* ah!'"

"Beast... beast..."

"Shen Qing laughed loudly: 'Exactly, just like a wild dog by the roadside howling.'"

"Die in despair and pain!"

"Sizzle—"

"The Dragon Slayer sliced the White Dragon Saint's throat, his head flew high; at that moment his vital energy cut off, his flesh could no longer support itself, and it split in two, collapsing to the ground."

"Thus the White Dragon Saint, who had lived eight hundred years, fell."

"The Dragon Slayer trembled slightly, a tremendous dragon energy surged toward it, yet the White Dragon Saint's dragon energy alone exceeded that of all the White Dragon Sect members Shen Qing had slain before combined."

"The Dragon Slayer quivered slightly, and a thought came: 'Master, I'm about to evolve again!'"

"Shen Qing nodded, planting the Dragon Slayer firmly on the mountain peak: 'Fine, it's yours then.'"

"Good!"

"Shen Qing descended the high mountain, while the thunderclouds above began to roll; a golden bolt of lightning from the clouds slammed toward the Dragon Slayer, the demon sword spirit Purple Mist let out a shout, shot straight at the golden lightning, fearlessly biting it and swallowing it in a few gulps."

"And Purple Mist's body gradually showed a gleam of holy light."

Shen Qing saw this and also let go of the last bit of worry; this lightning tribulation, compared to the previous one, was nothing at all.

But this was also within Shen Qing's expectations; the demonic sword was not tolerated by heaven and earth, but the first baptism had basically purged its evil, and it had already been accepted by the heavenly dao, so this lightning tribulation was merely a formality.

Shen Qing turned and went down the mountain.

There are still two remnants of the White Dragon Sect that haven't been dealt with: Tian Kui Xing and Tian Gang Xing.

Shen Qing sensed a bit; the two were about to run out of Myriad Marsh. Based on their speed, it could be inferred that Shen Qing and the White Dragon Holy Person hadn't even started fighting before the two had already fled.

Shen Qing laughed, took a step, and using Shatter Void arrived before the two; they immediately slammed on the brakes, and their faces turned pale in an instant.

"Shen... Shen sir..."

Shen Qing looked at the two: "You lack so much confidence in your Sect Leader that you ran before even fighting?"

Tian Kui Xing wore a bitter expression: "Shen sir, I'm not lacking confidence in the Sect Leader; I just have too much confidence in you."

Shen Qing raised an eyebrow: "You little brat, your words are still quite pleasant."

Tian Kui Xing struggled to pull out a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Then Shen sir, could you give this humble one a chance? I am willing to swear deathly loyalty to you, Shen sir."

Shen Qing waved his hand: "Eh, one thing for another."

"You two, as Tian Gang Xing and Tian Kui Xing, have committed how much evil? You are bound to die."

"However, seeing that your words are pleasant, I can let you die a bit more comfortably."

Saying that, he raised a finger; Tian Gang Xing and Tian Kui Xing exchanged a glance, both showing a resigned expression, and directly spread their arms and closed their eyes.

In the next moment, two golden lights pierced through their heads, leaving a golden blood hole.

Thus far.

All Martial Saints of the White Dragon Sect died, and the army and Martial Saints of Great Wu also reached You Prefecture.

The White Dragon Sect also became utterly a speck of dust on the wheel of history, barely noticeable.