Chapter 50: Care to Take a Sword Strike from Me?
As a fourth-tier alchemist, Song Xuan naturally had elite guards protecting him.
As soon as Song Xuan finished speaking, two gray-robed elders flanked Li Changsheng, their auras formidable—both were clearly mid-stage Golden Core cultivators.
"Song Xuan, what do you think you're doing?!"
Su Qingyu shouted.
She truly hadn't expected Song Xuan to actually dare to take action.
Didn't he fear that his rashness might lead to the destruction of his Medicine Pavilion?
"Miss Su, I truly wouldn't dare to attack you, but a mere Golden Core retainer of your Su family dares to insult me, a fourth-tier alchemist. If I don't teach him a lesson, won't anyone feel free to step on my Medicine Pavilion in the future?"
After saying this, Song Xuan turned to Su Zhengdao and said softly, "I shouldn't take action against Miss Su. Brother Zhengdao, you're also a member of the Su family. Help me persuade Miss Su, will you?"
"Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if Miss Su gets hurt accidentally."
Su Zhengdao smiled faintly, stepped forward, and stood in front of Su Qingyu, saying indifferently, "Qingyu, listen to your third grandfather's advice. This brat is unruly and arrogant. Keeping him in the Su family will only bring disaster upon us."
"Move aside!"
Su Qingyu let out a cold shout, and a longsword of the spirit artifact level unsheathed instantly. A dazzling green sword light shot straight at Su Zhengdao's face.
"Su Qingyu, you dare attack a clan elder! Even if I severely injure you today, that old fool Su Zhenghai won't have any reason to take action against me!" Su Zhengdao's eyes flashed with a cold smile. Although Su Qingyu's lineage was powerful within the clan, his own lineage also had Nascent Soul cultivators backing them!
Since Su Qingyu had attacked first, even if he severely injured her, no one could criticize him!
Boom!
Su Zhengdao's late-stage Golden Core aura erupted without restraint. A low-grade spirit artifact sword appeared in his hand, and he gently swung it.
A golden sword light collided with the green one!
Bang!
A loud explosion echoed.
The green sword light shattered into countless sword qi that filled the palace. Su Qingyu met Su Zhengdao in several sword clashes, her face growing increasingly pale. With each exchange, she paled further.
Pfft!
After a brief stalemate, Su Qingyu spat out a mouthful of blood. She was only at the early-stage Golden Core. Trying to fight Su Zhengdao across three minor realms was simply too much for her.
"Su Qingyu, since you dared to let this brat cripple my dear grandson, today you'll suffer as well!"
A cold glint flashed in Su Zhengdao's eyes as he pressed his advantage mercilessly. He sent a palm strike through the air toward Su Qingyu.
Boom!
The scene Su Zhengdao imagined—Su Qingyu being sent flying—didn't occur. Instead, a figure in green robes appeared before Su Qingyu as if teleporting.
The figure in green flicked a finger, and the force of Su Zhengdao's palm strike disintegrated instantly.
"How is this possible?"
Su Zhengdao stared at the green-robed Li Changsheng, suspicion flashing in his eyes. Although he hadn't intended to kill Su Qingyu with that strike, he had used fifty percent of his late-stage Golden Core power. If it had landed, Su Qingyu would've been severely injured.
Most importantly, he hadn't sensed any spiritual energy fluctuation from Li Changsheng's counterattack!
"Miss Su, if I kill all of them, will it cause trouble for you within the clan?"
Li Changsheng turned to Su Qingyu and asked.
Su Qingyu looked at the green-robed youth before her, an inexplicable sense of security rising in her heart.
"Keep Su Zhengdao alive. Killing the others won't be a problem."
As if afraid Li Changsheng might misunderstand, Su Qingyu added in a low voice, "Su Zhengdao's son has already stepped into the Nascent Soul stage. If you kill him, it might bring trouble for you."
Li Changsheng nodded slightly.
"Then I'll spare his life."
With his current strength, Nascent Soul cultivators weren't a concern. However, killing Su Zhengdao might bring trouble for Su Qingyu. Moreover, he wasn't sure if the two individuals from the Vajra Sect were secretly monitoring him. If his strength increased too rapidly, it might attract their attention.
He had already cultivated the Divine Demon Nine Transformations to the peak of the first transformation in the Vajra Sect's secret realm. His physical strength was enough to rival a late-stage Golden Core cultivator. He should be able to severely injure Su Zhengdao in three or four moves, right?
Thinking this, Li Changsheng stepped forward decisively.
A faint golden light emanated from his body!
"You're seeking death!"
"We still have a score to settle for crippling my grandson, and now you dare to spout such nonsense!"
Su Zhengdao roared in anger. Although he had some doubts about the strength Li Changsheng had just displayed, how strong could a young man in his twenties be, even if he possessed a heavenly spiritual root?
Boom!
Su Zhengdao held back nothing. The low-grade spirit artifact sword in his hand shot into the air, transforming into a hundred-foot-long purple thunder dragon that shattered the palace's roof and descended upon Li Changsheng.
"Heavenly Thunder Evil-Slaying Sword!"
Seeing this, Song Xuan stroked his beard and smiled.
The Heavenly Thunder Evil-Slaying Sword was one of the Su family's top sword techniques. Legend had it that when used by a Mahayana cultivator, it could summon a ten-thousand-foot-long thunder dragon to obliterate all demons. Although Su Zhengdao's full-powered attack couldn't achieve such a feat, it was still incredibly imposing. Even mid-to-late Golden Core cultivators would either die or be severely injured if struck by this sword.
"As expected of the Su family. Such strength is truly beyond what us rogue cultivators can match!"
A mid-stage Golden Core cultivator standing beside Song Xuan sighed and shook his head.
With his mid-stage Golden Core strength, his only option against this sword strike was to flee!
"Li Changsheng, be careful! You can't block this attack head-on!"
Su Qingyu called out urgently.
However, it was already too late. The hundred-foot-long thunder dragon, carrying the momentum to obliterate everything, crashed violently into Li Changsheng.
The palace erupted with blinding light!
Everyone instinctively averted their eyes, including Su Zhengdao, who had unleashed the attack.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
A series of metallic clashing sounds came from within the light.
Su Zhengdao's expression changed slightly, and he stared nervously at the glowing area.
The others were also tense. Logically, Li Changsheng should've been turned to dust by this sword strike, but what was that metallic clashing sound earlier?
As the light gradually faded,
A green-robed youth stood within the glow, his clothes disheveled, his hair standing on end, and faint smoke rising from his body, as if he'd been struck by lightning.
In the youth's hand was a sword—Su Zhengdao's spirit artifact sword.
However, the sword now looked completely dull, devoid of any spiritual luster, as if it had been reduced to scrap metal!
"How is this possible?"
Song Xuan's face was filled with disbelief. As a fourth-tier alchemist, he could naturally tell that despite Li Changsheng's disheveled appearance, he wasn't injured in the slightest.
'I look this disheveled, so no one should suspect I'm a true powerhouse, right?'
Li Changsheng thought to himself, then grinned at Su Zhengdao.
"You've slashed me with your sword. Care to take a strike from me?"