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Chapter 1120 Slaying the Governor of the Earth Sect
Xiang Qiankun was ultimately a person of strong will. His fist intent was solidified. Although he witnessed a shocking scene and his mind wavered slightly, he quickly regained his resolve.

He smiled slightly, "Since you have extended such a warm invitation, how could I bear to disappoint you?"

At this moment, he had elevated Zhou You to a position equal to his own, no longer regarding him as a junior.

If a clan is a miniature city, then the ancestral hall is the core of that city; one must destroy the ancestral hall before the clan can be destroyed.

As the governor of a state, he suppressed the territory and also conquered those who refused to submit. When he saw Zhou You and the ancestral hall space merge into one, he was initially shocked, but after a little thought, he realized that Zhou You was just a stubborn enemy who was putting up a last-ditch resistance.

"Today, we come with our imperial credentials and the cauldron in hand, to challenge the Zhou family's stronghold and see who is tougher?"

Xiang Qiankun held the governor's staff in his left hand and the cauldron in his right, both of which carried the weight of a corner of the country, yet they floated lightly in his palms, circling and flying.

"go with!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the cauldron, carrying the aura of suppressing a state and a hundred cities, crashed into the ancestral hall space.

Zhou You's eyes widened as a sudden, fierce attack landed on him. He couldn't dodge and had to take the hit head-on.

By merging with the ancestral hall space, one gains access to a vast amount of spatial power, but also locks oneself in place, unable to dodge or hide from heavy blows.

"Boom!"

The phantom images of cities appeared in Zhou You's pupils, superimposed on the Zhen Ding and crashing down with immense force.

This overwhelming, crushing force possessed the power to pierce the sky, instantly tearing through the heavens and revealing a massive, endless, dark vortex.

If the heavens are already like this, what about the earth?
The ancestral hall space, which bears the brunt of the attack, is the target where nine-tenths of the Zhen Ding's power is concentrated.

Zhou You's body caved in and deformed, his state synchronized with the ancestral hall space, both suffering from external force.

A faint sound of shattering glass reached my ears; it turned out that one of the Nine Tripod Patterns on my body had collapsed under the immense pressure.

A danger signal has arrived.

If Zhou You cannot overcome this crisis, his physical body will likely be crushed into a puddle on the spot, and the ancestral hall space will also collapse.

The scene was an unimaginable catastrophe. His wife and children were hidden inside the space. When the nest is overturned, how can the eggs remain intact?

"Hoohoo!"

Zhou You knew perfectly well that Xiang Qiankun was using his power to intimidate him. The other party was the governor of one of the eight directly governed prefectures, far superior to a mere prefect in his peripheral prefecture. Even if he brought out the attire of the Prefect of Nanchen, he couldn't withstand it.

The Zhen Ding of Nanchen Prefecture is far less significant than the Zhen Ding of the Governor of Xiang Qiankun Prefecture.

"Comparing official ranks, is that it?"

Zhou You took out an object and pushed it towards the cauldron, saying, "I have the Jade Cauldron Command Arrow, which grants me an imperial appointment and a rank higher than any official I meet."

Of the three great treasures they once possessed, the Half-Saint Yin Blade fell into enemy hands, the Sacred Artifact 'Double Pupil' was taken back by the Human Race Cult, and now only the Jade Cauldron Command Arrow remains in their possession.

This item is far less famous than the previous two, but it came in just the right place at the moment and had a remarkable effect.

Imperial decree – this is the core and most important function of the Jade Cauldron Command Arrow.

The power of the Zhen Ding comes from the authority of a state, and this authority comes from the imperial decree of the feudal lord. Once it encounters the jade cauldron and command arrow that symbolizes 'imperial decree', its magnificent power vanishes in an instant.

In traditional operas, an imperial envoy can behead a high-ranking official with just a sword, which is based on a similar principle.

"I miscalculated! I forgot he also had the Jade Cauldron Command Arrow. Those women in the harem have ruined my plans!"

When Xiang Qiankun saw the jade cauldron and command arrow, he was filled with regret and resentment, and gave it to Consort Mei who was traveling around.

The force of the cauldron dissipated rapidly, and it was pushed backward by the jade cauldron arrow.

Xiang Qiankun raised his left hand to brace himself with the staff, but the staff, also bestowed by the lord, malfunctioned the moment it touched the jade cauldron and arrow. The staff and the cauldron, originally Xiang Qiankun's greatest trump cards, instantly became scrap metal.

"Clap!"

With a loud thud, it turned out that Zhou You had struck Xiang Qiankun on the forehead with the jade cauldron command arrow.

Xiang Qiankun was so dizzy and seeing stars that he knew things were going badly. At the critical moment, his staff and guards rushed forward and used sheer numbers to separate Zhou You from him.

This group of men were all loyal elites. Knowing they would die, they bravely stepped forward and launched a moth-to-a-flame attack on Zhou You.

However, they could not hold out for even a moment longer before being stabbed and impaled by swords and spears, and one by one they perished.

Some of them even thought they could outmaneuver Zhou You with their superior lightness skills, but they underestimated the terror of the Earth Sect.

Zhou You tested his skills by grabbing the air around him and using spatial manipulation to deliver his enemies one by one to his doom.

Although he stood still, he was incredibly agile, and every strike took down an enemy.

After Xiang Qiankun regained his sight, he saw a scene of utter devastation, with many loyal subordinates lying dead on the ground, blood flowing like a river, while Zhou You stood in the very center of the river of blood.

"Zhou Daqian, today I will perish with you."

Xiang Qiankun's hands clasped together, seemingly glued together, were extremely difficult to separate slowly.

A terrifying tearing sound echoed through the air, as if the sky were being ripped apart by two enormous, invisible hands, and space itself was cracking.

The earth can both create and destroy, and sometimes destruction is far easier than creation.

Before a sect like Qiankun personally creates a city, they have already thoroughly explored and mastered its structure, making it even easier to dismantle.

He decided to risk his life and use his own hands to dismantle the Zhou family's ancestral hall.

Just then, Zhou You used a secret technique to merge with space, and this spatial attack and defense had evolved into a duel between two Earth Sect masters, a matter of honor, disgrace, life, and death.

"Well done!"

Zhou You squinted at Xiang Qiankun, listening to the footsteps of the approaching troops.

Among these people are Xiang Qiankun's loyal subordinates and members of the Zhou clan's Eastern branch, all embroiled in the battle for control of the ancestral hall. However, none of these people are the main characters; the battle that truly decides the outcome is between Zhou You and Xiang Qiankun.

"A single throw decides the outcome!"

Xiang Qiankun tore open a terrifying rift with both hands, then raised them and chopped them down. The rift spread for miles around, and grass, trees, bricks and stones all cracked at the same time.

The reinforcements from both sides who arrived one after another showed horrific signs of torn flesh, and even dislocated bones and internal organs.

Looking at the ancestral hall space again, Zhou You's expression suddenly changed. The colors on the left and right sides changed, one cold and one hot, and the middle section was divided as if measured with a ruler, standing straight and extending downwards.

This sign is extremely dangerous; once the mark is confirmed, his body will split vertically in two.

"Xiang Qiankun, what do you think of my sword strike?"

His voice boomed like thunder, and a flash of sword light burst forth, arriving swiftly like a galloping horse across the plains.

Xiang Qiankun suddenly had a strange illusion. This sword was like a carousel pattern pieced together from countless pictures, playing and reversing continuously from the moment the sword was drawn, the slash, and the retreat.

Such a bizarre scene made him dizzy and confused, and he suddenly remembered the incident at the sacrificial palace.

"I see!"

Xiang Qiankun died from a sword wound, but it wasn't until after he had completely breathed his last that Mo Shoujian, arriving late, touched his skin and delivered a fatal blow to his heart.

Time is like a butterfly, leaving traces as it comes and goes, but its whereabouts remain elusive.
(End of this chapter)