Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 171: Chapter 170: Sword Heart’s Legacy (17)_1

“You colluded with others to frame the students of the Swordsmanship Department while I was in seclusion; did you think I would not see through your scheme?”

In the stillness of death, Li Weixuan snorted, slowly raised his head, and looked towards Fu Qian.

“None of you shall live!”

…

I can’t stand the heat!

After repeated probing with no success, are you just going to flip the table?

This “it” really has the style of a bratty child!

Fu Qian silently watched Lanaia on the ground.

It was already too late.

Even from such a distance, the ferocity of Li Weixuan’s attack could be felt.

A sneak attack of Demigod Level was simply too terrifying in its lethality.

And the only chance for survival had been perfectly cut off by Yuan Xin.

It really was an Immortal-slaying Array!

…

Of course, “it”‘s real target was himself.

Killing Lanaia was merely to rationalize Li Weixuan’s beliefs.

Although it is unclear how it was done, “it” obviously expended significant effort to make Li Weixuan conjure up the plot of Fu Qian’s collusion with Lanaia, and to have no doubt about “his own judgment”.

Such a conclusion was undoubtedly full of holes and could only bewilder him “temporarily”.

It seems that “it” is willing to sacrifice Li Weixuan just to ensure my own demise.

…

Li Weixuan killed Lanaia?

The onlookers outside the sword formation could hardly believe their eyes at this moment.

How did a regular public lesson turn into this?

Even though according to Li Weixuan, he had uncovered a conspiracy between Lanaia and Fu Qian, most people were skeptical.

But even so, facing Li Weixuan, who was approaching like a god of death, everyone instinctively moved aside.

No matter the truth, the murderous aura was genuine, and no one wanted to face the wrath of a Demigod.

Since the incident happened so suddenly, those who had the power to intervene probably couldn’t rush over in time.

An empty space suddenly appeared around Fu Qian.

…

“After I slay you two evildoers, I will explain everything to the Academy,” Li Weixuan stated, his eyes still firm and piercing, showing no hint of hesitation despite having just killed a colleague.

Still some distance from Fu Qian, an endless surge of Sword Intent erupted once again, blasting towards Fu Qian with even more exaggerated momentum than before.

That’s too strong!

Is a Sword Path Demigod this terrifying?

Seeing this, almost everyone felt that Fu Qian would meet the same fate as Lanaia, and for a moment couldn’t bear to watch.

However, what happened next was beyond their expectations.

SAN Points down by 1!

In the eye of the storm, Fu Qian stood still, arms raised up high.

The next moment, numerous black and red tendrils burst forth, colliding head-on.

The sound of countless bullets exploding could be heard as the formidable Sword Intent shattered, forcibly blocked.

This…

What was that thing? How could it withstand a full-powered strike from a Demigod head-on?

Everyone looked incredulously at the sea urchin-like sphere which was rapidly contracting.

Wait, where’s the person?

The crowd suddenly realized that amidst the crisscrossing tendrils, they couldn’t locate Fu Qian at all.

Li Weixuan’s brow was also tightly furrowed, his gaze sharpening as he looked towards the direction of the sword formation.

Without anyone knowing when, Fu Qian had already positioned himself at the center of the sword formation.

A tendril extending from his hand was holding Yuan Xin, who was just recently righteously indignant.

Yuan Xin’s beloved sword had been reduced to just a hilt.

“Director Li sure has a passionate way of inviting people!” Fu Qian said softly.

“Don’t rush, didn’t I come as asked?”

“I knew it…”

Before Li Weixuan could speak, Yuan Xin, with his neck constrained, struggled desperately.

“…you’re just a monster.”

“Really?”

Fu Qian looked down at him.

“Are you afraid, then?”

Just now, he had directly used Tendril Barrage Devastator, making use of the chaos to run inside and captured this person at the first opportunity.

“Haha, as a mighty student of the Swordsmanship Department, how could I be afraid of a monster like you… I advise you to surrender now, or you’ll end up like her.”

“So you’re saying you’re brave?”

Fu Qian drank a toast to that with an expressionless face.

Under “its” influence, fear seemed to be suppressed!

The next moment, the struggling Yuan Xin suddenly couldn’t move at all.

Looking down, he found his entire body was seized by numerous tendrils from different directions, and extreme fear swept over him.

However, before he could even cry out, his body was torn apart.

“Unfortunately for you, I’m not afraid either!”

Tossing Yuan Xin’s mutilated corpse aside, Fu Qian carefully observed the terror on Yuan Xin’s face.

It seemed that bravery had its limits.

“Disperse!”

At that moment, a furious roar sounded.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Fu Qian raised his head to see Li Weixuan slashing across the sky towards him.

SAN Points decrease by 1.

In the next moment, the dark red tendrils once again obscured the sky.

After countless explosions, both the sword qi and tendrils dissipated.

Within the sword array, Fu Qian and Li Weixuan stood opposite each other.

Under Li Weixuan’s command, almost everyone had retreated, leaving the battlefield to them.

Except for one person—

Ji Liushuang sat silently in her original spot, cradling Lanaia’s body, with no intention of hiding.

“You… must die…”

Li Weixuan, looking at Yuan Xin who had been dismembered, locked his divine sense onto Fu Qian with utter determination in his tone.

“I’ll take your well-wishes, but before that, I have a few questions…”

SAN Points decrease by 1.

As he spoke, Fu Qian once again activated Mythical Form, then raised his hand.

Air Bullet.

A beam of holy, dazzling light shot forth from his hand, instantly hitting in front of Li Weixuan.

This time, under the enhancement of Mythical Form, the Air Bullet seemed to be imbued with a purifying effect.

A muffled sound of impact rang out as Li Weixuan’s original attack was thwarted, forcing him to retract his move to respond; dazzling fireworks flared up.

Taking advantage of this, Fu Qian moved beside Ji Liushuang, looking down at her from a superior position.

“Couldn’t you just pretend you saw nothing?”

“You… I don’t understand…”

Ji Liushuang finally reacted, looking at him in a daze.

“I wasn’t talking to you.”

Fu Qian shook his head and fired another Air Bullet.

This time a fire dragon roared forth.

“As for you, you have already done well; there’s no need for any change.”

“Is that so? But all I wanted, with my efforts… was just to prove that your lineage… is excellent too…”

“No need, I can do it myself.”

…

Fu Qian’s response left Ji Liushuang stunned once again; she eventually let out a sorrowful smile, her eyes completely void of spirit.

I’m sorry!

Fu Qian shook his head, staring at Ji Liushuang, who was like a puppet, and continued to speak.

“If that doesn’t work, what if I turn to the light? For instance, you directly impart me with seven or eight kinds of Sword Intent, and I become your chief disciple?”

Blasphemers have no chance.”

After a long while, Fu Qian had fired two more Air Bullets, and Ji Liushuang finally spoke again, her voice becoming utterly unemotional.

“No matter how you beg, your voice will never be answered.”

“I see, I understand.”

Fu Qian looked regretful and turned to face Li Weixuan.

“Then let’s send you on your way first!”