Chapter 103

Meanwhile,

hearing Su Hang say this, the crowd’s hearts sank once more.

They had thought Song Song Qingshu would have it rough, but they never imagined it would be this rough.

Killing his own uncle?

Then fleeing Mount Wudang?

Isn’t that just a traitor?

To go from a future sect leader candidate to a sect traitor—who could endure such a fall?

At this moment, Song Song Qingshu remained silent, then said heavily:

“One last question.”

“That is, can Zhou Zhou Zhiruo of the Mount Emei Sect...”

“...become my wife?”

At this moment.

Zhou Zhou Zhiruo of the Mount Emei Sect was the last shred of hope in Song Song Qingshu’s heart.

If he could let go of everything and obtain Sister Zhou Zhiruo, he could barely endure it.

After all, Zhou Zhou Zhiruo was a famous beauty in the Mount Emei Sect, her almond-shaped eyes filled with tenderness, and she was full of charm, like a fairy descended to the mortal world.

For Zhou Zhou Zhiruo, Song Song Qingshu had harbored thoughts for many years, and now that he was of an age to marry, how could he not be expectant?

Unexpectedly, Su Hang shook his head again and said:

“Quite the opposite.”

“Your Sister Zhou Zhiruo is destined for greatness and eventually becomes the Mount Emei Sect Leader.”

“Since she has already become the Mount Emei Sect Leader, why would she look at a Mount Wudang traitor?”

“Besides, by that time, even if your Sister Zhou Zhiruo were to choose someone, she would prioritize your junior brother, Zhang Zhang Wuji.”

“After all, Zhang Zhang Wuji is the Ming Cult Leader, a benefactor to the Emperor, and his Wu Gong is high...”

Hearing this,

Song Song Qingshu finally couldn't help but roar: “Zhang Zhang Wuji, I’m not finished with you!”

Having said that, Song Song Qingshu drew the long sword from his waist and lunged at Su Hang.

Seeing this, Su Hang was also dumbfounded.

“Young Master Song, what is the meaning of this?”

“You have a grudge against Zhang Zhang Wuji, why stab me with your sword?”

Song Song Qingshu shouted: “Because you talk too much!”

After saying that,

Song Song Qingshu erupted with all his Qi.

Wielding the long sword in his hand, waves of extremely fierce sword intent rushed toward him.

The people of the Jianghu were all shocked to see this.

“What powerful sword intent! Truly worthy of Mount Wudang swordsmanship!”

“This sword Qi looks soft, but it is actually rigid and fierce. If one were to be hit by a strike, at best they’d be flayed, at worst their head would be sliced off. Mr. Su, be extremely careful!”

“I have to say, this fellow Song Song Qingshu’s Wu Gong is quite good... but in front of Mr. Su, it doesn't seem like much, does it?”

“Who knows? This kid is just like that Gusu Murong Fu, full of hallucinations. Maybe he already thinks he’s invincible.”

Wang Wang Yuyan was slightly stunned to see this.

Then she whispered in surprise:

“Cou... Mr. Su, be careful!”

“This is the Mount Wudang Sect’s Taiyi Profound Gate Sword; it looks ordinary, but it is actually incredibly powerful!”

Although Wang Wang Yuyan knew very well that with Song Song Qingshu’s Wu Gong, it was impossible for him to hurt Mr. Su in the slightest.

But in her anxiety, she still warned Su Hang at the first opportunity because she was worried about his safety.

Seeing Su Hang unmoved and looking indifferent, Wang Wang Yuyan’s face flushed red, feeling she had said too much.

After all, Mr. Su is not Gusu Murong Fu.

Mr. Su’s Wu Gong is incredibly pure, as if he had practiced hard for decades.

Whereas Gusu Murong Fu swallows everything whole and practices everything; without someone to guide him, he cannot properly utilize these Wu Gong techniques.

On the other side.

Seeing this, Yao Yao Yue

immediately erupted with an even more violent aura, preparing to go up and protect Su Hang.

But she was pulled back by Lian Xing, who smiled gently:

“Sister, there is no need to worry. Mr. Su’s Wu Gong is peerless; this Song Song Qingshu is no match for him.”

“In today’s battle, Song Song Qingshu is no different from throwing an egg against a rock!”

“Let’s just watch...”

However, although Yao Yao Yue understood this,

seeing someone try to harm Su Hang still made her worry.

If not for Lian Xing holding her back, Song Song Qingshu would likely be a corpse by now.

On the other side.

The young girl Guo Xiang couldn't help but clap her hands:

“Well fought!”

“If he kills Mr. Su, it will be revenge for my parents,”

“If he kills Song Song Qingshu, it will be one less trouble for me.”

“If they both perish together, that would be even better!”

At this very moment.

Just as Song Song Qingshu lunged with his sword,

a bolt of thunder cracked through the sky and struck Song Song Qingshu with extreme precision.

His sword intent instantly dissipated, the steel sword in his hand was snapped into several pieces, and he collapsed to the ground, with only his last breath remaining.

Seeing this scene, everyone was terrified!

Because just a moment ago, they had clearly seen a bolt of lightning strike down like a sharp sword!

One must know that no matter how powerful a martial artist’s sword Qi or internal energy is, it is not worth mentioning in the face of the world’s strongest and most majestic lightning.

Even experts who have already achieved the fame of the Land Immortal realm would not dare to forcefully withstand this Heavenly Dao thunderbolt!

And the Su Hang before them could calmly control lightning to descend from the sky, and strike Song Song Qingshu with such precision...

In this situation, the crowd no longer knew how to describe it!

This is not Wu Gong; this is clearly Immortal Magic!

And just at this moment,

a sound of astonishment suddenly erupted from the crowd.

“Divine Sword Controlling Thunder True Art?”

The one speaking was none other than the Beili Imperial Preceptor, Qi Qi Tianchen, who was watching the show!

The voice was very soft, but it was extremely clear when it reached everyone’s ears.

Every word, every syllable, perfectly clear!

Qi Qi Tianchen was also terrified; he never expected that the young man before him had reached such a level of cultivation!

This is no longer reaching divinity; this is becoming a god!!!

Although there are levels to gods and immortals, for the ordinary people in the Jianghu, this is already a complete crushing victory!

“Heavens... Divine Sword Controlling Thunder True Art, isn’t that the legendary Daoist miracle technique!”

“No way? Could there really be such high-level immortal arts in this world?”

“Incredible... has Mr. Su abandoned the Martial Dao and stepped onto the Immortal Path?”

“Good heavens... Mr. Su has truly become a half-immortal!”

Regarding the crowd’s speculation, Su Hang did not respond, but continued: