“So you’re here,” the moment Xiang Kunlun saw Xu Zimo, the immense aura around him surged even higher.
“City Lord Qin, the person we’re looking for is in your estate. Are you trying to protect him?” the elder beside him frowned and asked.
“Elder Bei, don’t misunderstand. I’m sure there must be some sort of mistake,” Qin Feng quickly said.
“I originally intended to clear things up before informing you.”
“What kind of mistake could there be? He killed Changhong and destroyed my avatar. Is that something to be faked?” Xiang Kunlun asked coldly.
Qin Fusu chuckled from the side, enjoying the show.
Qin Feng frowned slightly and looked at Xu Zimo. “What’s going on?”
“I did kill a fly named Feiyu Changhong,” Xu Zimo nodded. “But it started because he tried to steal my mount. Your Imperial Throne Sacred Ground sure acts mighty. You’re allowed to kill others, but others can’t kill your disciples? So arrogant, anyone who didn’t know better would think the North Emperor had returned. Do you really believe it’s still the era of your sect?”
Hearing this, the elder from the Imperial Throne Sacred Ground snorted coldly.
“You’re bold. Though we may not rule the world, killing an ant like you is still easy,” he said.
“Everyone, calm down,” Qin Feng said wearily.
“Can’t we each take a step back?”
“City Lord Qin, are you trying to mediate this?” the elder asked.
“Xu Zimo once saved my daughter’s life. I must do my best to protect him,” Qin Feng said helplessly.
He could clearly see his daughter had fallen for Xu Zimo.
“Xu Zimo killed in self-defense, but a life was lost. What if we settle this with compensation?”
“City Lord Qin, stay out of this,” the elder replied.
“Do you think our Imperial Throne Sacred Ground needs compensation? Changhong’s personality was indeed arrogant and domineering, especially in recent years as he relied on our sect’s power. But regardless, he shouldn’t have been killed,” Xiang Kunlun finally spoke. “How about this, I won’t involve the sect. Let’s duel, just you and me. Life and death decided by battle. What do you say?”
“No!” Qin Shuang immediately shouted, grabbing Xu Zimo’s hand and shaking her head.
“Shuang’er, come here,” Qin Feng scolded.
He had already done everything he could. The Imperial Throne Sacred Ground not interfering was the best he could hope for.
But someone died, someone had to take responsibility.
Qin Shuang looked at her father and saw he was truly angry.
She stood frozen, caught in the middle.
“Go on, I can handle this with my eyes closed,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.
“If anything happens to you, then I… then I…!” Qin Shuang blushed and couldn’t finish her sentence.
“Alright, I understand. Trust me,” Xu Zimo said, patting her head.
After watching her leave, Xu Zimo turned to face Xiang Kunlun.
“I didn’t even care to settle the last incident, but you really are eager to die.”
“You think defeating my avatar is impressive?” Xiang Kunlun said calmly.
As he spoke, a powerful aura slowly rose around him.
It was at about the fifth level of God Meridian Realm, representing the top of the younger generation.
A Holy Son from a lineage with three Grand Emperors was truly formidable.
Thunder coiled around him, and the four God Beasts, the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise, appeared around him.
A majestic heavenly gate slowly opened behind him.
He looked at Xu Zimo with eyes full of dominance and disdain.
Several illusory figures shimmered around him. Elder Qin Shang looked at their Holy Son and asked, “Fusu, what do you think of him?”
“I’ve heard Xiang Kunlun is a once-in-a-generation talent. He’s merged the teachings of three generations of Grand Emperors from the Imperial Throne Sacred Ground into himself. Especially his True Fate, said to be unimaginably powerful,” Qin Fusu replied.
“I can’t match him now, but once my cultivation rises and I compete for Heaven’s Will, I won’t be inferior.”
“Good. That’s worthy of a Holy Son of Supreme Crown,” Elder Qin Shang praised.
To him, whether one could win didn’t matter. What mattered was an unyielding heart.
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Xiang Kunlun stepped into the air, and countless cosmic visions swirled around him.
As he rose into the sky, the entire heavens seemed to be suppressed, and the four sacred beasts roared.
People in Qin City looked up at the sky in awe.
Someone shouted, “The skies are changing!”
The entire city became lively.
“Come, let’s have a proper fight,” Xiang Kunlun said to Xu Zimo.
He stood before the heavenly gate, and behind him, the void seemed to make him the ruler of all creation.
Xu Zimo shook his head with a smile and also calmly stepped into the air.
No powerful aura radiated from him. He looked like a drifting reed in a storm, gently facing Xiang Kunlun in the sky.
Xiang Kunlun’s eyes were deep, and purple lightning surrounded his body.
The four sacred beasts stood proud, shrouded in the purple lightning, which now looked like armor over their forms.
Their power and speed were significantly enhanced.
“The Four God-Beasts Grand Scripture created by the North Emperor,” Qin Feng muttered.
He looked at Xu Zimo, unsure how he would respond.
He knew that even with his own Empyrean Meridian Realm power, he likely couldn’t withstand this attack.
Xu Zimo slowly drew his blade, Shadow Tyrant.
Long unused, it trembled with a resonant hum.
“Sixteenth Form of Dao-Seeking: Heaven-Burial,” Xu Zimo murmured.
A streak of black light erupted from Shadow Tyrant, followed by the descent of darkness. The sun and sky were covered by a veil of black.
This move hadn’t been so powerful in his past life, but Xu Zimo had since merged infernal energy into it, making it even stronger.
As darkness swallowed the sky, boundless spiritforce gathered and was absorbed into the black mist.
Xu Zimo slowly swung Shadow Tyrant, and from the edge of the blade, a terrifying beast’s head began to form.
The monstrous head devoured the black mist in the sky.
Centered on Xu Zimo, all the surrounding black mist was drawn into the blade.
As he swung the blade, light returned to the sky.
The last of the mist was completely devoured.
With a roar, the beast’s head lunged toward the four sacred beasts.
A deafening boom followed as black mist engulfed everything, and the four sacred beasts were instantly reduced to dust, vanishing in midair.
The blade’s energy charged forward, continuing toward Xiang Kunlun.
“Heavenly Gate, open!” Xiang Kunlun roared.
The gate behind him instantly expanded, and a stream of ethereal mist surged out, wrapping around him.