“Who are you?”
Leng Qianqiu's eyes were icy cold, showing no trace of emotion.
“Beichen Heng, Emperor of the Heavenly Yin Empire.”
Beichen Heng spoke lightly.
“Oh?”
Leng Qianqiu's expression remained unchanged as he coldly replied, “Has that old fool, Beichen Yong, died? If I'm not mistaken, you should be his son, right? Just a junior, relying on the luck-based method to become a Saint. You managed to seize the position of Emperor by taking shortcuts?”
“Has the Heavenly Yin Empire truly fallen so low?”
These words immediately enraged Beichen Heng, who had intended to impress the Senior but had now been humiliated.
This was no longer a matter of slapping his face—Leng Qianqiu had utterly crushed the face of the Heavenly Yin Empire and his own dignity, trampling it into the dirt countless times.
“Given what you've said today, it would only be reasonable for me to suppress you here!”
Beichen Heng's robes billowed, his aura rising once again, reaching the mid-Saint realm. A thread of Saintly pressure pressed down on the heavens, distorting the void around him.
“Just pretending to be grand.”
Leng Qianqiu sneered disdainfully. He glanced at Beichen Heng briefly before turning his attention back to the Great Wasteland City. He spoke again,
“Master of the Heavenly Mechanism Tower, do you need me to invite you out personally?”
With that,
Leng Qianqiu strode toward the Heavenly Mechanism Tower.
Below,
Seeing Leng Qianqiu's actions, Li Yun's eyes lit up—this was a real treat!
Leng Qianqiu seemed to be courting death.
Once he entered the Heavenly Mechanism Tower, it wouldn't be hard to squash him like a bug, depending on Li Yun's whim.
“Is Senior someone you can disturb?”
At that moment,
Beichen Heng roared furiously. His hand shot out, and chaotic energy surged from his palm, transforming into a small world—grand and heavy. It pressed down toward Leng Qianqiu.
Li Yun: “...”
In that instant,
He wasn't sure whether to say Beichen Heng had sharp instincts or was completely blind.
“Mm?”
Upon hearing the roar,
Leng Qianqiu turned his head and immediately saw Beichen Heng's attack pressing toward him.
“Seeking death!”
Leng Qianqiu's eyes flashed with coldness, his hair fluttering wildly. He threw a punch, summoning a tidal wave of energy. His right fist transformed into a mountain, crushing the void as it collided with Beichen Heng's strike.
“Boom!”
A tremendous sound echoed from the sky.
A visible shockwave spread out in all directions.
Wherever it passed, mountains crumbled, the ground sank, and everything turned to dust.
“This is the border of the Heavenly Yin Empire. To be my enemy here? Today, the Heavenly Yin Empire will see a new Emperor!”
Leng Qianqiu's voice rang out, like the sound of a divine drum shaking the heavens. The force of his voice shattered the surrounding area, and the ground seemed to sink beneath his presence. He stood above the sky like a divine demon, his energy surging like an ocean, overwhelming the entire world.
Using the luck-based method to become a Saint was indeed miraculous, but it had its flaws. This was well-known by the upper echelons of every Sacred Land, though they rarely spoke of it openly.
Not to mention someone like Leng Qianqiu.
He had become a Saint through his own power, and in his heart, he looked down upon those who took shortcuts to reach Sainthood.
“Arrogant!”
Beichen Heng shouted, his imperial dragon aura soaring into the sky. Energy from all directions gathered around him, and his aura surged as he reached the peak of the Saint realm.
This strength was enough to make countless people change their expressions.
But Leng Qianqiu still wasn't afraid.
Why?
Because Beichen Heng had attained his Saint status too recently. He didn't have his own Saint weapon, and he was inexperienced in combat at the Saint level.
Even if Beichen Heng's power had surged, he could only tap into about eighty percent of it.
Such a person was no threat to Leng Qianqiu.
More importantly,
Yao Guang Saint Lord had knowingly sent Leng Qianqiu, fully aware that the Master of the Heavenly Mechanism Tower could easily wipe out a Saint. But they were confident that Beichen Heng couldn't stop him.
“Today, I'll show you just how vast the gap is between you and a true Saint!”
“Clang!”
A ringing sound echoed through the air.
A blood-red lightning bolt descended from the sky, cutting through the air with a dazzling red glow. It landed in Leng Qianqiu's hand, emitting a sharp, resonating sound.
This was a top-tier Saint weapon, blood-red like a river of death, with a coiled dragon winding around it, exhaling a sharp, blood-red spear tip that could pierce the soul.
“Kill!”
Leng Qianqiu whispered,
Transforming into a streak of light that pierced the heavens.
Behind him, a strange phenomenon appeared, resembling a world of its own. Inside this world, blood flowed like rivers, and bones piled like mountains. It was as though countless lives had been sacrificed to create such a scene.
“Boom!”
The two clashed again.
This time,
As soon as they made contact, the battle escalated to a white-hot intensity. Every movement caused the heavens to shatter, and the void itself exploded. Outside Great Wasteland City, the two forces created a barren wasteland stretching for miles.
Time passed.
Half a day later,
Leng Qianqiu had gained the upper hand. His expression was full of confidence, and every move he made was bold and sweeping. The spear in his hand felt like a pillar holding up the heavens, shaking the very sky itself.
On the other hand, Beichen Heng was in a sorry state.
This was his first battle against a true Saint, and he had suffered significant losses.
“This move will send you to the afterlife!”
Leng Qianqiu's voice was heavy.
“Boom!”
A massive explosion rang out as the blood-red spear pierced the sky, casting a crimson halo over the entire world. Everything around them vanished, leaving only the spear, standing as the only thing left in existence.
“Crack!”
The spear descended, breaking through space inch by inch. The void shattered like a mirror, cracking into countless pieces. The pressure was so overwhelming that even Beichen Heng's face turned pale.
He realized that this move was beyond his ability to withstand.
Even if he did manage to block it, he would be gravely injured and unable to fight again.
At this critical moment,
“Clang! Clang!”
Two sword hums rang out, echoing through the void.
Two dazzling sword lights sliced through the sky, arriving first, like two rivers of stars sweeping across the heavens from the other end.
“Boom!”
The blood-red spear shook violently.
Leng Qianqiu was blasted backward by several thousand miles. His hand trembled as blood flowed from his palms, and his aura fluctuated. He barely managed to steady himself.
Looking back at the sky, he forced out four words through his clenched teeth,
“Da Luo Sword Sect!!!”
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