Chapter 527: No Flying Fish in the World

Qintian Bureau.

Murong Tonghuang looked at Xie Guanying with a smile.

Xie Guanying sighed inwardly; he had ultimately failed to run away in time, and things were about to become troublesome.

But he quickly composed himself and looked at Murong Tonghuang with a smile: "Alliance Leader Murong, Xie has a few doubts in his heart; could you answer them for me?"

"You hold the dual identities of father-in-law and a dying man, so speak freely." Yu Liancheng wore a smile.

"May I ask where the immortals of Longhu Mountain are?" Xie Guanying asked.

He truly could not believe that after being suppressed by two great arrays, this fellow could still easily suppress and kill immortals who had descended to the mortal realm.

The corners of Yu Liancheng's mouth curled into a smile: "Immortals? The immortals have all become 'immortal boards'."

"What does that mean?" Xie Guanying frowned.

"In my final battle with Wang Xianzhi, he used 'Mountain Moving' and moved a mountain of weapons."

Yu Liancheng laughed: "I previously imitated that move of his and also moved a mountain. I suppressed all the immortals, turning them from immortals into 'immortal boards', pressing them all flat."

Xie Guanying remained puzzled: "But that 'Mountain Moving' move consumes a massive amount of True Qi. And now that you are in Taian City, affected by the great array, the Heavenly Human Induction of the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm is greatly weakened, making it extremely difficult to draw upon the power of heaven and earth. Yet, you do not appear to have suffered a great loss of energy..."

"Because I made full preparations before returning the sword to Taian."

Yu Liancheng flipped his palm, and a yellow crystal sphere appeared in his hand, radiating waves of evil energy.

"This object is called the Evil Emperor Relic, also known as the Sheng Relic. It has the effect of storing True Essence and vital energy; it is precisely by relying on this object that I am able to maintain such abundant energy."

"So that is how it is. I never imagined such a miraculous object existed in this world."

Xie Guanying's tone was calm. His figure shifted from solid to illusory, gradually rippling like water: "This time, it was indeed Xie's miscalculation. Alliance Leader Murong, let us meet again next time."

When these words were finished, a gust of wind blew, and Xie Guanying's figure vanished, ethereal as a wisp of blue smoke.

"Father-in-law, why bother with such pointless tricks in front of your son-in-law?" Yu Liancheng stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze lowered, looking at his own shoe as if he could find a flower on it: "Even without the matter of the thousand-mile Flying Sword, for the sake of White Fox Face, I would take your head to offer to her, even if it means you die without a complete corpse."

A cold snort echoed in the void, sounding both distant and near, both illusory and real, filled with an unfathomable meaning that made it impossible to hear the truth.

"Once for Xu Weixiong, once for Nangong, and once for your previous attack on me. You owe three lives. However, since you are my father-in-law, I will give you a discount. As long as you can take three of my moves, I will spare your life. How about that? Isn't that a good deal? As a son-in-law, I have done my utmost."

And when these words were finished, Murong Tonghuang stamped his foot. He clearly did not use much force, yet the floor within a radius of ten zhang cracked inch by inch, and dust flew into the air.

"First move."

His black robes fluttered, a sweep of fabric seemingly obscuring the very light of the sky.

The space suddenly shook, like a small boat in a violent storm.

And this was merely because Yu Liancheng had thrown a punch.

A seemingly simple and plain punch, yet it carried wind and thunder, causing heaven and earth to tremble.

Boom!

This punch struck the void.

The tyrannical fist force impacted in all directions, and the air boiled like flowing water, emitting a splashing sound.

Boom! Boom-boom!

The Qintian Bureau shook violently. The magnificent building, constructed with unknown amounts of manpower and resources, was struck by the rampaging shockwaves and seemed to suffer millions of years of weathering, crumbling inch by inch and then turning into dust. Pillars collapsed, and bricks and tiles poured down like a flood.

Terrified screams erupted from the pavilions, and many Qi Practitioners fled in a wretched state, their faces pale with horror, their bodies trembling.

These Qi Practitioners were considered immortal figures with means far beyond mortals in the secular world, but in the face of such earth-shattering fist momentum, they still felt like mere ants.

Amidst the surging airflow, a figure was forcibly squeezed out of the void.

This person was seen spitting blood, their face deathly pale, their clothes torn, and their expression one of disbelief.

Who else could it be but Xie Guanying?

His seemingly incredible concealment technique had no place to hide under Yu Liancheng's divine sense, which searched like mercury pouring over the ground.

"Second move."

Without waiting for Xie Guanying to react, Yu Liancheng backhanded a sword strike.

The Sword Qi was vast, and infinite Sword Intent descended from the sky, suddenly transforming into a divine light that swept away everything, shooting out at a speed exceeding lightning.

This divine light seemed to be filled with the aura of a king, possessing a wild dominance that could sweep across the world.

It gathered all energy, bricks, stones, and vegetation into an irresistible torrent, surging majestically toward Xie Guanying.

The power of this sword was so great that even without his current injuries, Xie Guanying might not have been able to withstand it even in his prime.

But he had no choice but to take it.

The invisible energy had completely locked onto him.

And an invisible force field had imprisoned his body.

Xie Guanying let out an angry shout, his entire body's vast energy erupting and shooting straight into the sky. He then pointed a finger, his sleeves fluttering, with an indescribable sense of heroism and ease.

The spirit of a scholar, pointing at the rivers and mountains.

The moment the Sword Qi and the finger collided, a powerful shockwave erupted in all directions.

But soon, Xie Guanying spat out blood, his clothes were shredded, and he was blown away like a broken rag doll.

This time, Xie Guanying flew hundreds of zhang away, only managing to stop when his body crashed into an inn in the distance.

The inn was shattered and disintegrated as if struck by a meteorite, with a loud boom.

Xie Guanying spat out a mouthful of blood.

He forced himself up, and without a word, transformed into a green light and turned to flee.

Although Murong Tonghuang had said he would only use three moves, he had already taken two.

But he truly could not be sure how strong the third move would be.

He was also not sure if Murong Tonghuang would just keep adding three more moves after the first three.

Yu Liancheng looked calmly at Xie Guanying's retreating figure. He did not pursue immediately, but instead turned his gaze to the remains of the Qintian Bureau.

Due to the aftermath of the battle between Murong Tonghuang and Xie Guanying, the large Qintian Bureau had collapsed by more than half, and countless of the eight hundred Qi Practitioners within had been killed or injured.

However, the suppression from the Array after stepping into Taian City did not disappear.

Someone is presiding over the Array.

The person presiding over the Array is right inside the Qintian Bureau.

Yu Liancheng shifted his gaze to the crumbling Tong Tian Tai. That dark and profound gaze seemed capable of piercing through the walls to see the pair of master and disciple inside the Tong Tian Tai.

This is also the person he came to return the sword to.

Yu Liancheng slowly raised the long sword in his hand.

Swish!

A sword Qi resembling a crimson dragon slashed down.

On this day, the Qintian Bureau was destroyed.

On this day, Murong Tonghuang returned the sword to the Monitoring Supervisor.

On this day, the Qi Practitioners of the north suffered countless casualties.

……

Xie Guanying is fleeing.

This peerless strategist who boasted of calculating everything under heaven and only regarded Huang Longshi as his opponent is fleeing.

In fact, whether it was hiding his true strength or fleeing for his life, he, Xie Guanying, considered himself the World's Second, and no one dared to claim to be the World's First.

While within the borders of Western Shu, he dodged the thousand-mile Flying Sword filled with killing intent from Deng Taie.

Even earlier, at the end of the Hongjia era, he dodged two meticulously planned life-and-death battles; those who struck included both Wang the Old Freak, who had been invincible for sixty years, and the Military God of Beiman, Tuoba Pusa.

He was indeed very good at causing trouble back then.

But no one could truly kill him.

Of course, he was also forced to change his name and surname, living in seclusion.

But this time, Xie Guanying truly smelled the scent of death.

Because the one who struck was Murong Tonghuang, the invincible Murong Tonghuang.

But as long as he could leave Taian City, this vast world would surely be his to roam, would it not?

Suddenly, Xie Guanying frowned, his expression shifted slightly, and he looked toward the sky.

Unknowingly, the firmament changed color, dark clouds rolled, and the sky seemed to hang lower by several degrees; the black clouds pressed down on the city as if to crush it, bearing down upon all living beings.

No, to be precise, it was pressing down on him, Xie Guanying.

Immediately following, an ethereal and grand voice, like that of a God or a Demon, rang out from the high heavens.

"The first move was a fist technique; it was my, Murong Tonghuang's, fist. The second move was a sword technique; it was the sword of the Beiliang King, Xu Weixiong."

The ink-colored clouds seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, constantly twisting and deforming, until finally, they transformed into a black long saber, spanning the ten-thousand-mile high sky, emitting a sharp aura that seemed capable of splitting this world in two.

"As for the third move... it is a saber technique; it is the Eighteen Stops she has yet to cultivate."

Boom!

Amidst Xie Guanying's desperate expression.

That saber of ink clouds slashed down, vast and immeasurable; a sharpness so incredible that its aura permeated the firmament and the earth, possessing the momentum of Opening Heaven.

Boom!

Boom, boom!

Xie Guanying looked up at the firmament; he was already trembling.

He boasted of calculating everything, but he could not calculate that fist, that sword, and even less could he calculate this saber.

With a shrill roar, Xie Guanying's figure rose step by step into the air, his sleeves billowing, and one hand opened, reaching up to support that saber of ink clouds.

Do not say a scholar lacks spirit.

Hands supporting the sun and moon to change the blue sky.

It is just a pity that a mere scholar, even if he has reached the realm of a Saint, is still too insignificant before this saber.

He could support the sun and moon, but he could not support this saber.

One saber, Eighteen Stops.

"Huang Longshi, Li Yishan, Yuan Benxi, Zhang Julu... they have their own dashing spirit, while you, Xie Feiyu, are nothing but a conspirator hiding behind the scenes."

Boom!

The heaven and earth trembled.

A huge saber mark appeared on the ground, shocking to the eye.

Xie Guanying's body was completely submerged by the saber of ink clouds.

From now on, there is no Feiyu in this world.

……

"Xie Guanying is dead." Deng Taie's tone was extremely wistful.

"Have you crossed hands with this person?" the white-clad Luoyang asked.

"You could say that. I owe the Beiliang Princess, who was the previous generation's Wu Family Sword Crown, two favors. I once repaid one to Xu Fengnian, originally intending to kill Xie Guanying to repay the other. But I didn't expect this person to be so slippery; if it comes to the ability to flee, I fear no one in the world surpasses him." Deng Taie shook his head.

"But he still died." The white-clad Luoyang's eyes flashed: "That previous saber, the so-called Eighteen Stops, do you have the confidence to receive it?"

"Heh, whether one can receive it or not is not decided by words." Deng Taie wore his usual warm smile, though deep in his eyes, there was a faint trace of fighting spirit.

Just then, the sound of clothes fluttering in the wind rang out.

It was Cao Guanzi in green robes, turning into a streak of green light and streaking toward the direction of the Imperial Palace.

"Cao Guanzi, after all, is not free." Deng Taie shook his head.

"Murong Tonghuang has rushed to the Imperial Palace, and with this Cao Qingyi, these two—one in the light, one in the dark—the Liyang Zhao Family's collapse is not far off," said Luoyang.

"Don't forget, there is still the White-Clad Military Saint, Chen Zhibao, who has yet to appear."

Deng Taie narrowed his eyes: "Besides, I have always felt that this Imperial Palace is not so easy to breach, and the Emperor is not so easy to kill. The Liyang Dynasty was able to unify the Central Plains; how could it not have some hidden foundations? Just watch and see."

……

After dealing with Xie Guanying, Yu Liancheng swept toward the Imperial Palace.

If there were no surprises, the Imperial Palace should be the final destination of this trip.

Of course, there was still one opponent in the Imperial Palace who could be called a "great enemy."

Yet before he could step into the Imperial Palace, Murong Tonghuang was blocked by one man and one spear.

One man, Chen Zhibao.

One spear, Plum Wine.

The spear body spun, and the shaft was driven into the ground.

One man guards the pass.

The plum color turned from green to purple.

"You want to stop me?" Yu Liancheng narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous aura.

"I am the Shu King." Chen Zhibao's tone was calm, his entire body surging with fighting spirit.

The end of the conversation was battle.

Yu Liancheng did not say more, simply swinging his sword.

Chen Zhibao did not say more either, his spear striking out like a dragon.

This battle was more brilliant than imagined.

Sword light and spear shadows clashed hundreds of times in an instant, and the force of the energy exploded here.

In less than two or three breaths of exchanging blows, the area for several dozen zhang around them had been razed to the ground.

This battle ended faster than imagined.

At the eighth breath, Murong Tonghuang swung his sword, the sword light breaking through the cage of spear shadows, flashing past like lightning.

Chen Zhibao was heavily wounded and sent flying, his chest drenched in blood, his face as pale as paper.

Yu Liancheng glanced at Chen Zhibao.

Good acting.

After praising him in his heart, he drifted toward the Imperial Palace.

Chen Zhibao lay on the ground for a long while before staggering to his feet, using a special technique to seal the sword wound so it would stop bleeding. Afterward, he leaned on Plum Wine, looking first toward the Imperial Palace and then toward the place where Xie Guanying had fallen, seemingly murmuring to himself.

"You should be clear that Murong Tonghuang coming here is doing something I would have eventually done in the future. I was able to stand here to give Liyang face. And as for me fighting Murong Tonghuang and willingly taking his sword, that was giving you face. If you wanted to use this opportunity to let the fortunes of Beiliang and Liyang suffer a Jade Stone Burns Together, then you should have done it with your own ability."

"Heh, looking at it now, you seem to lack that ability, and instead, you have thrown away your own life. As a strategist, that is a great loss of standard."

"I know you were never truly loyal to me; you were a pawn for certain people in the world, and you only wanted to realize the revenge in your own heart. But regardless, you were my strategist and even... my friend. I watched you be killed by someone and could not stop it. This sword strike settles the score."

……

And on the other side.

Yu Liancheng had already arrived before the Imperial Palace.

A young eunuch wearing a Python Robe had been waiting for a long time.

Their eyes met.

The world suddenly fell silent.