Chapter 512: This Is Why I Say You Are the True Hypocrite

"Shen Yu, Lord Shen, are you truly not going to step aside?"

She looked at Shen Yu coldly, as if she would risk her life against him if he did not step aside.

Yet, blocking the path before the other, Shen Yu did not speak, but his attitude could not have been more obvious.

Taking a deep breath, Qing Han gathered all her expressions and looked at him quietly, "Since that is the case, Shen Yu, then I am sorry!"

Before one knew it, a dagger appeared in Qing Han's hand. This dagger was incomparably sharp; the moment it was brought out, a chill leaked forth, its edge fully exposed—it was absolutely a divine weapon.

However, the dagger in Qing Han's hand was not aimed at the Shen Yu opposite her, but at herself.

Before Shen Yu could react, Qing Han had already fiercely plunged the dagger into her own chest.

The sharp blade easily pierced through her clothes and skin, and blood flowed down the dagger like a small stream, instantly soaking the ground.

The blood of a True Soul Realm expert is as scorching as molten lava, every drop radiating unimaginable, immense energy.

Following the flow of this blood, the sound of sword humming within the palace suddenly began to vibrate, as if stimulated by something; the vibrating sword hum was dozens of times louder than before.

Falling into the ears, it sounded like the howling of wolves in the wilderness in the dead of night, filled with a desolate and bloodthirsty flavor.

Accompanying the sword humming was an endless aura of slaughter and the scent of blood. In an instant, the ears were filled with the sounds of killing, and before the eyes, it seemed to have turned into a sea of blood.

The intensely thick aura of slaughter surged into every corner, crazily drilling into the body as if it could penetrate anything, hooking into the clearly restless murderous intent within.

Voices kept tempting Shen Yu to give up resistance, to vent to his heart's content, to slaughter. To tear apart every living thing seen before his eyes.

The Hao Ran Qi within his body rose vigorously as if provoked, confronting that power of temptation lingering in his ears and that endless aura of slaughter.

This was all thanks to him keeping his nose in books for over a year, plus his single-minded devotion to the people, and even more so, his setting of a plan to transform Xiaozhou, for which he had labored and exerted absolute effort.

Unity of knowledge and action, combined with the constant nourishment over such a long time, allowed his Hao Ran Qi to grow rapidly, and by now, it had reached a considerable scale.

Against this kind of mental assault, Hao Ran Qi clearly possessed a unique advantage. So even though the murderous intent in his ears kept attacking, Shen Yu remained as immovable as a mountain.

However, while he could still maintain control, the Qing Han opposite him already had eyes that were turning red and gradually bloodshot, her reason seemingly assaulted by the murderous intent.

Soon, a massive murderous intent began to release from Qing Han's body, as if echoing the sword humming in the palace.

This sword had already been invaded before it had even fallen into her hands; with this level of ability, she still thought she could remain clear-headed after picking up the sword—this is why it is better for people to have a little self-awareness.

"Click, click!" A series of violent vibrations sounded in the palace not far away, as if something was about to break through the walls.

The blood flowing from Qing Han's body, in the end, was no longer just flowing, but was being crazily sucked inside.

Shen Yu wanted to interrupt this process, but was obstructed by waves of Sword Intent. To be precise, Qing Han was automatically merging with the Sword Intent. The powers of the two sides were intertwined, extremely powerful.

Moreover, this Sword Intent seeping out from the palace was also quite terrifying; it was likely condensed from the blood of who knows how many experts.

"Boom!" With a roaring sound, the inner layer of the Sealing Great Array was rapidly broken through, and the outer layer of the seal would likely not last long either.

The Array that Shen Yu had previously laid out simply would likely be unable to hold for very long under this impact.

Accompanying the shattering of the inner seal, terrifying Sword Intent along with red blood mist instantly shot into the sky, obscuring the heavens in the blink of an eye and completely blocking Shen Yu's perception.

Wherever his gaze reached, it was all blood-colored, as if he had been completely submerged by an endless sea of blood.

At the same time, the sky outside the ancestral grounds of Qiaoshan Village was also affected, turning into a blood-red color; in just a moment, the winds and clouds had shifted.

A terrifying aura shrouded everything; under such a frightening omen, the villagers of Qiaoshan Village knelt down one after another, trembling and kowtowing incessantly.

Except for a few elders, the rest of the people did not even know what had happened.

At this moment, they were full of helplessness; apart from kneeling in fear, there was no other way.

Thinking of the ancestors' warnings, the faces of the few elders who knew some of the inside story were full of despair, their bodies even unable to stop trembling.

Once the person suppressed inside the ancestral grounds ran out, it would inevitably mean blood flowing for a thousand miles, with not a blade of grass growing wherever they passed.

As Qiaoshan Village, which guarded the place of suppression, they would inevitably bear the brunt. In other words, their Qiaoshan Village was already facing a disaster of extinction.

Kneeling on the ground, the few elders were full of grief and despair; they did not even know who to rely on.

"Ancestors, your descendants are unworthy and failed to guard the ancestral grounds well. Please, you must protect Qiaoshan Village through this crisis!"

"That sword is about to be born!"

Ten thousand miles away, Lu Wuye and Wen Canghai were still arguing; such arguments were inevitable whenever they met.

The strength of the two was evenly matched; if they started fighting, they wouldn't be able to decide a winner in three or five days, and it would easily give others an opportunity to take advantage.

Don't think that just because they were sitting together they were on friendly terms; in reality, whenever there was an opportunity, no one would mind stabbing the other a couple of times.

After all, the fewer people standing at the peak, the better, so that the power and status in their hands could have higher value.

So don't look at how Lu Wuye and Wen Canghai argued, exposing each other's shortcomings and mocking each other, seemingly using every possible means. But in fact, they were usually just engaging in verbal sparring; they would avoid fighting if they could.

When the sudden omen from afar arrived, it instantly delighted them; even Lu Wuye and Wen Canghai stopped arguing, their gazes looking outward one after another.

This blood color that covered the sky and sun had also appeared once in the past.

They were both very clear that this sword was about to be born, and no one could stop it!

The Mu Zishan who drew the sword back then suppressed the world, and no one dared to disobey; he wondered what the person who drew the sword now would be like, and if they would be like the Mu Zishan of that year.

"The wielder of the sword will be invincible in the world, and after that, a bloody storm will be stirred up in the Jianghu. We can just stay here safely and sit firmly on the fishing platform!"

"Believe that our Lord Shen will surely wake up after slaughtering countless people!"

Exchanging a glance, the few of them smiled at each other. Wasn't the reason they gathered together to avoid the person wielding the sword and slaughtering the Jianghu?

No matter what happened in the Jianghu, they had made up their minds never to go out.

"Do you think we should notify our respective sect members and let them be a little more careful recently?"

"No need, let him kill; the more he kills, the better!" With a faint smile, Wen Canghai beside him did not care about this at all.

"A person like Shen Yu has the same character as Mu Zishan; the more he kills, the more guilt he will naturally feel after he wakes up."

"After he kills our sect members and disciples, we victims standing before him will be able to occupy the moral high ground and persuade him with the righteousness of the world with more confidence!"

"Without doing this, who among you would dare to stand before him and tell him to go to his death? Without doing this, how can we trick him into walking the old path of Mu Zishan?"

"As for sect members and disciples, if they die, they die; if the old don't go, the new won't come!"

"High, truly high!" Giving a thumbs up, Lu Wuye beside him also had to admire this person before him immensely.

"Wen Canghai, this is why I say you are the true hypocrite!"