Chapter 177

At the same time,

Hearing Su Hang say this, everyone's hearts sank again.

They had thought Song Song Qingshu would have a hard time, but they never thought he would be in such a terrible state.

Killing his own junior uncle?

Then fleeing Mount Mount Wudang?

Isn't that just a traitor?

Going from a future sect leader candidate to a sect traitor, such a huge drop—how could anyone endure it?

At this moment, Song Song Qingshu stood in silence, speaking heavily:

"One last question."

"That is, Zhou Zhou Zhiruo of the Mount Emei Sect..."

"Can she marry me, Song Song Qingshu?"

At this moment.

Zhou Zhou Zhiruo of the Mount Emei Sect had already become the last shred of hope in Song Song Qingshu's heart.

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

After all, Zhou Zhou Zhiruo was a famous beauty in the Mount Emei Sect, with almond-shaped eyes full of affection, her demeanor charming and enchanting, like a fairy descending to the mortal world.

Regarding Zhou Zhou Zhiruo, Song Song Qingshu had thought about her openly and secretly for many years; now that he had reached the age of marriage, how could his heart not be filled with expectation?

Unexpectedly, Su Hang shook his head again and said:

"On the contrary,"

"Your Sister Zhou Zhiruo actually bears a noble fate; in the end, she will become the leader of the Mount Emei Sect,"

"Since she has already become the leader of the Mount Emei Sect, how could she look favorably upon a traitor from Mount Mount Wudang?"

"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 leader of the Ming Cult, a benefactor of the Emperor, and his Wu Gong is extremely high..."

Hearing this,

Song Song Qingshu finally could not hold back and roared: "Zhang Zhang Wuji, I will not let this go!"

With that, Song Song Qingshu drew the long sword from his waist and thrust it directly at Su Hang.

Seeing this scene, Su Hang was also completely bewildered.

"Young Master Song, what is the meaning of this?"

"You have a grudge against Zhang Zhang Wuji; why are you thrusting your sword at me?"

Song Song Qingshu let out a thunderous shout: "Because you talk too much!"

With that,

Song Song Qingshu suddenly unleashed his entire aura.

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

Seeing this scene, the martial artists present were all greatly shocked.

"What powerful sword intent! Truly worthy of Mount Mount Wudang sword techniques!"

"This sword qi appears very soft, but in reality it is fierce; if struck by a single sword, one would either suffer torn skin and flesh, or, in the worst case, have one's head severed. Mr. Su, be extremely careful!"

"It must be said, Song Song Qingshu's Wu Gong is actually quite good... but in front of Mr. Su, it seems insufficient, doesn't it?"

"Who knows? This young man, just like Gusu Gusu Murong Fu, is full of illusions; perhaps he already believes himself invincible under heaven."

Seeing this scene, Wang Wang Yuyan was slightly stunned.

Then she softly exclaimed:

"Cousin... Mr., be careful!"

"This is the Taiyi Xuanmen Sword of the Mount Wudang Sect; it appears ordinary, but in reality its power is immense!"

Although Wang Wang Yuyan knew perfectly well that Song Song Qingshu's Wu Gong could not possibly harm Mr. Su even a fraction.

But in her urgency, worried about Su Hang's safety, she still immediately warned Su Hang.

But seeing Su Hang remain utterly motionless, with a calm expression, only then did Wang Wang Yuyan's small face turn red, feeling she had said too much.

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

Mr. Su's Wu Gong was extremely pure, as if cultivated through decades of hard training.

Whereas Gusu Gusu Murong Fu swallowed knowledge whole, practicing everything; without someone to guide him from the side, he could not properly utilize these Wu Gong.

On the other side.

Seeing this, Hearing Lianxing

immediately unleashed an even more intense aura, pretending to rush forward to protect Su Hang.

But she was grabbed by Hearing Lianxing, who smiled lightly and said:

"Sister, there is no need to worry; Mr. Su's Wu Gong is peerless. How could Song Song Qingshu be a match for him?"

"In today's battle, Song Song Qingshu is no different from an egg striking a stone!"

"We should just watch..."

However, although Hearing Lianxing understood this in her heart,

seeing someone harm Su Hang, she still could not help but worry.

If not for Hearing Lianxing holding her back, Song Song Qingshu would already be a corpse by now.

On the other side.

The young girl Guo Xiang, seeing this, could not help but clap her hands and say:

"Fight well!"

"If I kill Mr., it will be revenge for my parents,"

"If I kill Song Song Qingshu, it will save me from one more trouble."

"If the two of them kill each other, that would be even better!"

At this very moment.

Just as Song Song Qingshu thrust his sword forward,

a thunderbolt split the sky from a short distance away, striking Song Song Qingshu with perfect precision.

His sword intent vanished instantly, the steel sword in his hand shattered into several pieces, and he collapsed to the ground, clinging to his last breath.

Seeing this scene before them, everyone was instantly horrified!

For just a moment ago, everyone had clearly seen a bolt of lightning descend like a sharp sword!

They knew that no matter how powerful a martial artist's sword intent or Wu Gong might be, they were insignificant before the strongest and most fearsome thunder in the heavens and earth.

Even a renowned Di Shen Xian Jing master would not dare to withstand this thunder of the Heavenly Dao!

Yet the Su Hang before them could calmly command the thunder to descend from the sky and strike Song Song Qingshu with such precision...

In this situation, everyone was completely at a loss for words!

This is not Wu Gong; this is clearly Xian Fa!

And just at this moment,

a sound of astonishment suddenly erupted from the crowd.

"Divine Sword Yu Lei Zhen Jue?"

The speaker was none other than Qi Qi Qi Tianchen, the National Preceptor of Bei Li, who had been watching the spectacle!

The voice was very low, yet when it reached everyone's ears, it was extremely clear.

Every word, every sentence, perfectly accurate!

Qi Qi Qi Tianchen himself was thoroughly frightened; he never expected that the young man before him had reached such a level of Xiu Wei Yi Jing!

This was no longer transcending the divine; this was becoming a god!!!

Although gods have sizes and immortals have ranks, for ordinary people in the current Jianghu, this was already completely overwhelming!

"Heavens... Divine Sword Yu Lei Zhen Jue, isn't this the legendary Daoist miracle art!"

"No way? Could such an supreme Xian Shu really exist in this world?"

"Unbelievable... Has Mr. Su abandoned the martial path and stepped onto the immortal path?"

"Good heavens... Mr. Su has truly become a half-immortal now!"

Regarding everyone's speculation, Su Hang did not respond, but continued: