The Mighty Display of the Ninety-Nine Thunder Veins

Zhao Qingyun's emotions were tumultuous, so much so that there was a moment when his mind went completely blank.

Fang Xiu's current condition transcended the realm of miracles; it was a marvel beyond comprehension, a state of transcendence.

The shattered dantian could be restored, a fact almost unbelievable without witnessing it firsthand.

"Fang Xiu, you have truly exceeded my expectation," sighed Zhao Qingyun.

"Allow me to answer the question you posed earlier. Lin Zhengyue did indeed meet his demise at my hands, and it was from him that I learned of everything you had done to me. Peculiarly, I must express gratitude to you."

Fang Xiu's expression of gratitude came from the depths of his being.

Though imperial power was merciless and inflicted harm on the loyal, without the Emperor's actions, Fang Xiu's dantian wouldn't have shattered.

Without the shattered dantian, the Eternal Divine Palace within would not have awakened.

Fang Xiu's rebirth, rising from the ashes, owed everything to Zhao Qingyun.

In this light, gratitude toward the ruthless emperor was inevitable.

Of course, debts settled aside, revenge still lingered.

Fang Xiu, not one to let grievances pass, was a master of avenging wrongs without delay.

"Humph! Marquis of Guanjun, your extraordinary talents are unparalleled, beheading a cultivator at the Ninth-Rank of the divine arts with only a Ninth-Rank cultivation is not excessive. Unfortunately, your impulsiveness has led you to seek revenge so hastily. If I were in your position, I would have chosen patience, waiting to break through to the divine arts before seeking revenge. By then, the entire Mo Nation would be no match for you."

Zhao Qingyun sneered.

"You probably did not anticipate that I have already advanced to the mid-stage of Innate Realm. I surpass you by two levels, with an additional gap of a major realm. Killing you will be as easy as turning my hand."

Confidently, Zhao Qingyun, standing two levels above Fang Xiu, had every reason to be self-assured.

"As easy as turning your hand? Then, make your move."

Fang Xiu's aura surged, his bones emitting crackling thunderous sounds.

Simultaneously, a rainbow-hued thunderous glow emanated from his body, ready to demonstrate the true power of the Ninety-Nine Thunder Veins.

While Zhao Qingyun was confident, Fang Xiu shared the same assurance.

If the measure was fierceness, who in this world could surpass the might of the Ninety-Nine Thunder Veins?

In terms of physical prowess, who could outshine the Supreme Eternal Body?

Fang Xiu remained steadfast, his qi flowing steadily.

A punch was unleashed to meet Zhao Qingyun's fist head-on.

Thunderous light flickered above Fang Xiu's fist, creating a mesmerizing display.

The clash of their fists echoed through the grand hall.

Bang!

The hall resounded like striking iron, the collision of the two fists generating sparks. Everyone held their breath, even the battles between the Four Great Rakshasas and the nine experts in the Innate Realm momentarily paused.

The decisive outcome of the day rested on Fang Xiu and Zhao Qingyun.

Under countless shocked gazes, Zhao Qingyun was pushed back three steps by Fang Xiu's punch, each step leaving cracks in the sturdy stone floor beneath his feet.

Just one punch and the verdict was clear.

A tumultuous uproar swept through Azure Cloud Palace.

The atmosphere turned tense, and the faces of numerous nobles paled, their expressions unsightly.

"How is this possible?"

Grand Tutor Li swallowed hard, and all eyes turned toward Fang Xiu with disbelief, as if witnessing something supernatural.

Shocked, speechless, and bewildered, the onlookers struggled to understand.

Despite the two-level difference between them, how could such a complete reversal occur?

In fact, Fang Xiu himself was equally astonished.

He stared at his own fist in a daze, evidently exceeding his own expectations of strength.

"Truly, the might of the Supreme Eternal Body has just been experienced through you. With the Ninety-Nine Thunder Veins as your own, showcase the power of your martial skills," intoned the ancient voice from the Eternal Divine Palace.

"Martial skills!"

Fang Xiu's eyes lit up once more.

In the world of Xuanhuang World, where martial cultivation reigned supreme, martial skills were the most direct means of displaying one's strength.

Powerful martial skills could vividly showcase a martial artist's prowess.

"Cloud Overturning Palm!"

Fang Xiu shouted, and his palms danced lightning flashing.

A massive hand entirely composed of true energy materialized, covering the sky and descending towards Zhao Qingyun, who looked utterly bewildered.

"Damned."

Zhao Qingyun was caught off guard, still reeling from his previous defeat.

He mobilized his true energy to the utmost, channeling every bit of strength he possessed into a formidable punch.

Golden light radiated, and the shadow of a red-golden fist, capable of shattering mountains, emerged.

With red eyes, Zhao Qingyun met Fang Xiu's Cloud Overturning Palm head-on.

He knew the outcome of this clash would reveal the conclusion of their battle.

Boom!

The most intense collision erupted, unleashing a violent wave of energy.

As the tide rolled, it swept through Azure Cloud Palace, turning the surrounding tables and chairs into debris.

Those who hadn't evacuated in time were hit by the shockwave, emitting miserable screams.

Both the golden light and thunderous glow were blinding.

Zhao Qingyun, however, was unable to withstand the overwhelming force of Fang Xiu's Cloud Overturning Palm.

He was sent flying, blood spraying from his mouth as he hovered in mid-air.

Bang!

Zhao Qingyun's body crashed heavily two miles away, leaving cracks in the ground beneath him.

Wow...

Continuously spouting blood, Zhao Qingyun's condition rapidly deteriorated, with fragments of internal organs mixed in the crimson liquid. In an instant, he went from a formidable opponent to a feeble state on the brink of collapse.

Silence enveloped the grand hall. Unusually quiet, the palace echoed with desperate gazes and mourning faces.

Defeated!

Zhao Qingyun's defeat was complete.

Under Fang Xiu's overwhelming might, the cultivator at the mid-stage of Innate Realm was utterly defenseless, succumbing after just two moves.

What's next?

This was the internal question haunting everyone.

What would happen next?

Mo Nation's top cultivator had been defeated, and no one forgot Fang Xiu's explicit intention upon entering the hall—rebellion.

Zhao Qingyun's defeat meant the successful rebellion of the Marquis of Guanjun.

The victor claimed the throne, while the vanquished became the enemy.

Those who had earlier arrogantly threatened to execute the rebellious traitor within the hall, those who had shamelessly ridiculed and insulted Fang Xiu, were now overwhelmed by an immense inner panic.

All of Mo Nation's nobility was present, witnessing a monumental upheaval in the fate of Mo Nation. The future was uncertain, with no guarantees.

If the Marquis of Guanjun rose to power, at least half of those present would not have an easy time.

Some were trembling, their legs bending, almost kneeling before the Marquis of Guanjun.

Cough...

Zhao Qingyun continued to cough up blood, his face pale to the extreme.

"Father."

In haste, Zhao Qing'er ran to Zhao Qingyun, crouched down, and supported him, leaning him against herself.

"Father, how are you?"

"I am not dying yet."

Zhao Qingyun forced a bitter smile.

"Just for now. I came here today with no intention of sparing your life."

Fang Xiu, with one hand behind his back, approached Zhao Qingyun step by step.

His words were as cold as a blade, resembling a judge emerging from hell, passing ruthless judgment on Zhao Qingyun.

"Fang Xiu, please spare my father's life."

Zhao Qing'er knelt on the ground, looking at Fang Xiu with eyes filled with complexity –regret, but more so, hatred.

Yet, with Fang Xiu in a dominant position, she had to set aside the dignity of the Princess Royal and plead for her father's life.

"What right do you have to plead with me? Your Highness, have you forgotten how imposing you were when you broke off the engagement?"

Fang Xiu sneered, feeling utter disdain for the father-daughter pair before him.

At times like these, there's no room for mercy.

They are sworn enemies, and negotiations hold no weight.

Fang Xiu remembered how Zhao Qingyun had orchestrated the destruction of his life and the relentless pursuit of the Four Great Rakshasas.

As the saying goes, to the victor go the spoils.

If Fang Xiu and the Four Great Rakshasas were in Zhao Qingyun's hands today, they would likely be begging for mercy on their knees, and Zhao Qingyun wouldn't hesitate to swing a merciless executioner's blade.

"Fang Xiu, your revenge has been taken, your hatred extinguished. The insults against me have reached the pinnacle of a woman's endurance. With Mo Nation now under your control, isn't this enough?"

Zhao Qing'er, with intense emotion, her eyes filled with tears, appealed to Fang Xiu.

However, Fang Xiu could sense the deep-seated resentment in her gaze.

This woman, enduring endless humiliation and grievances, now begged her enemy for mercy, abandoning all pride for a way out.

People who know how to endure are the most dangerous enemies.

Fang Xiu shook his head coldly, saying, "This is a deadlock. If I don't die, Zhao Qingyun must die."

Swish!

As he spoke, a sharp sword appeared in Fang Xiu's hand.

The chilling sword aura permeated the air, reducing the temperature in the entire hall.

This was a killing sword, seasoned on the battlefield, stained with countless lives.

Its bloodthirsty nature gave it a hint of sentience, and with Fang Xiu's murderous intent, the sword surged with excitement.

Zhao Qing'er wanted to say more but was stopped by Zhao Qingyun.

"Fang Xiu, in today's defeat, I have nothing to say. If you were a true man, spare Qing'er. The matter at Sky-Breaking Mountain was orchestrated by me alone; others were unaware."

Zhao Qingyun spoke, and the court was desolate, a nation mourning.

A single misstep led to eternal regret, and looking back, a hundred years had passed.

Fang Xiu's murderous aura filled the air.

There was no need for further words with Zhao Qing'er. Regardless of her feelings, Zhao Qingyun had to die.

The icy sword aura, carrying the scent of death, slowly approached Zhao Qingyun's head.

Desperation permeated Azure Cloud Palace, heavy and mournful.

"Stop!"

Just then, a cold shout echoed from the sky, penetrating the entire Azure Cloud Palace.

Swoosh!

Accompanied by the voice, a piercing sound of breaking wind, a white light pierced through the sturdy ceiling of Azure Cloud Palace and descended rapidly.

The white light, unerring and extremely fast, collided precisely with Fang Xiu's sword.

Clang!

The white light crushed Fang Xiu's sword effortlessly.

The immense force transmitted through the broken sword made Fang Xiu's arm numb, and the sword slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground.

Stumbling back three steps consecutively, Fang Xiu felt half of his body go numb.

His chest felt stuffy, an indescribable discomfort.

"Young Master."

In a swift response, Yu Shuai and Fang Ying moved forward to support Fang Xiu.

"There's a formidable opponent."

Fang Xiu's face turned extremely unsightly.

The force from that casual white light made him feel like an ant before its might.

If it weren't for his Supreme Eternal Body, the rebound from the broken sword alone could have shattered his arm.

The fallen sword pained Fang Xiu's heart; a companion of many years, a sword that had fought on many battlefields and achieved great feats, unexpectedly met its demise here.

Zhao Qingyun, who had closed his eyes, opened them again.

He and Zhao Qing'er exchanged glances, both wearing expressions of shock.

Who came to their rescue?

Mo Nation was a secular country with no powerful backing.

Although Zhao Qing'er obtained a spot to cultivate in the Myth Sky Sect, it was just a nominal position compared to Yu Shuai, the vast difference evident.

Yet, the person who intervened just now possessed strength surpassing the Innate Realm, at least a transcendent martial expert.

Transcendent martial experts, having surpassed secular boundaries, were figures beyond the mundane world, and it was rare for them to get involved in secular conflicts.

Splash!

A large hole appeared in the roof of Azure Cloud Palace, and a middle-aged woman descended with billowing robes.

The woman looked around forty, with an average appearance, neither beautiful nor ugly.

However, her imposing aura made breathing difficult for anyone around her, prompting an instinctive urge to kneel.

The crowd stirred.

The newcomer flew in mid-air, a clear sign of transcendent martial prowess.

Fang Xiu and others gasped as the woman had not only surpassed the Innate Realm but also reached the Golden Core.

For the secular world, a Golden Core expert was akin to a divine being. It was truly a figure to be revered.

"Li Yunmo, a Golden Core expert."

Yu Shuai frowned upon seeing the newcomer.

Golden Core!

Fang Xiu and the others took a cold breath.

A Golden Core expert, still above the Innate Realm, was a realm they had never witnessed.

"Is she from Myth Sky Sect?"

Fang Xiu asked. Since Yu Shuai recognized her, she was likely from Myth Sky Sect.

"Yes, she is our Myth Sky Sect's Golden Core Elder and the direct younger sister of our Sect Master. Her cultivation is on par with my master's. Why would she suddenly come here?"

Yu Shuai was puzzled.

With her robes fluttering, Li Yunmo, like a celestial being in exile, emitted an air of arrogance.

Ignoring everyone, she walked directly to Zhao Qing'er and said, "I am Li Yunmo, the Golden Core Elder of Myth Sky Sect. Zhao Qing'er, are you willing to become my disciple?"