The Emperor of Zongmen Workers is here

Jiang Qingwu only saw the red figure descending from the sky. The man was nine feet tall, with an upright posture, and his silver hair was as white as snow and tied with red silk. His bright red clothes fluttered in the wind like a blazing flame, forming a sharp contrast with his silver hair. He stood in front of him in such a sacred way.

"Can you still hold on?" The clear voice gave Jiang Qingwu an endless sense of security.

After waiting for a moment and seeing no one answer, he turned around to check, only to find that the person had already fainted. Only the child looked at him weakly as if he wanted to say something. He had no choice but to use his spiritual sense to check Jiang Ruiyuan's injuries. After understanding Jiang Ruiyuan's injuries, he frowned and sighed slightly. After pinching his fingers and stuffing a pill into Jiang Ruiyuan's mouth, he confronted Ye Qingcheng.

Before Jiang Qingwu could even raise a finger to warn him, the crimson figure pointed a sword at Ye Qingcheng with unconcealed fury, saying, "I was wondering who it was. It turns out to be you, Ye Qingcheng. No wonder I could smell you, a sewer rat, from afar when I entered Dongling City. I followed the scent and found you. It's truly a case of searching high and low for something, yet finding it effortlessly. I've been searching for you for over a hundred years, and to have such an unexpected reward on this journey is truly destiny! Prepare to die!"

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were slightly stern, his brows slightly furrowed as he stared at the crimson figure before him. Then he said with a nonchalant smile, "Who is this great master? It turns out to be Daojun Cangfeng. Long time no see. This is my high-quality furnace tripod—He Yihuan."

"Oh, you really haven't changed at all. Your methods are still so shameless, despicable and vicious. A thousand years ago, you destroyed my He family in the same way and kidnapped me to be a furnace. A thousand years later, you set your sights on the Jiang family again." He Yihuan said fiercely.

He Yihuan thought that his Dao Heart cultivation had made him indifferent to the tragedy of his clan's annihilation, which had been fresh in his mind every night for a thousand years. He also thought that for five years, he had used the slightest bit of cultivation as a cauldron, and that any slightest cultivation would be immediately absorbed by him...

In reality, he wasn't indifferent. It was simply that his own strength wasn't enough to match him, and that he couldn't find any trace of him anywhere he went. It was as if he had vanished. If only the culprit, Ye Qingcheng, could appear before him, he would want to tear him into pieces, crush his bones, and scatter his ashes. Let him perish in the world of death! His soul would be annihilated! He would never be reborn! Only then could he comfort the souls of the thousands of innocent members of the He family who had died tragically!

After hearing the conversation between the two, Jiang Qingwu respected He Daojun even more. He was captured and used as a cauldron, but he was still able to cultivate to this level. His character was strong in modern times, but it was far from enough in the Dongxu Realm, and it was even more eclipsed in front of He Daojun.

She was now in the powerful world of Dongxu Realm, ready to die, but not ready to endure humiliation and avenge the Jiang family. However, at this moment, a red light shone into her heart, cleansing her confused soul again.

"The system is my only hope, right?" She wanted to live. Since God had given her a physique, talent, and a chance to live, she would live beautifully! Thinking of this, her eyes were filled with the dawn of hope!

"Yes, yes, yes! He is your only hope! Come forward! No, host, you are saved!" The system hurriedly shut up, almost letting the cat out of the bag due to being too nervous.

"What happened before?" Jiang Qingwu couldn't bear to ask further. Even if she did, the system wouldn't tell her. Her spiritual power had been drained from the Soul Devouring Art she had just absorbed from Jiang's father. Now, she was no longer a cultivator who had reached the perfection of the Qi Refining Stage. She was just a slightly qualified infant who was a day away from a full moon.

She tried to draw Qi into her body, but she couldn't feel the spiritual power surge in like she did the first time. To use an analogy, the spiritual power was like a waterfall when she first drew Qi into her body, but now it was like a trickle...

"System, what's happening to me..." She was shocked by her own changes. Before she could ask the system what the reason was, she fainted due to being too weak.

"Host! Jiang Qingwu?" The Heavenly Dao System was shocked. It had never encountered such a situation before! It quickly checked Jiang Qingwu's body. Fortunately, he was fine, but had fainted from exhaustion. "Alas... This is destined to be your doom..." the system muttered to itself.

On the other side, He Yihuan didn't want to waste any more time arguing with Ye Qingcheng, so he directly cast a defensive formation to trap the Jiang father and daughter. Then, He Yihuan performed a set of Taiyi Wuliang Sword Technique and attacked Ye Qingcheng with a force like a bamboo breaking through a mountain and a sea.

The moment the Infinite Sword Technique was performed, a huge sword suddenly appeared out of thin air above the sky. Its sword body was the incarnation of the Hidden Edge Sword, shining with a cold light, as if condensed the chill of heaven and earth. It was as thick as a mountain, and the tip of the sword was extremely sharp, flashing with a heart-pounding cold light.

With the appearance of the long sword, the entire sky seemed to be stained with a layer of murderous aura, and the pressure was overflowing. The long sword slowly descended. Its speed was not fast, but it gave people an irresistible feeling of oppression.

The sword sliced ​​through the air, emitting a deafening whistling sound, as if even space was being torn apart by this force. The giant sword seemed ready to pierce Ye Qingcheng at any moment, like a divine judgment.

Like a falling star, the giant sword, with the power to destroy everything, cut through the sky and fell directly towards Ye Qingcheng's head. The sword body shone with a cold light, and wherever the sword pointed, it seemed to tear even the air apart.

The evil cultivators who were looting the Jiang family's treasures were only at the Nascent Soul stage, and they were all shocked by this sword technique, their souls shattered and they died on the spot.

Ye Qingcheng faced this devastating blow with total fear. A sneer played on his lips, as if unfazed by the earth-shattering blow. He gently raised his hands, and instantly, an invisible force surged from his body, transforming into a cyan barrier that blocked the giant sword's path.

The greatsword collided with the azure barrier, emitting a deafening roar. The sword vibrated violently, as if trying to break through the seemingly fragile barrier. However, the azure barrier was as solid as a mountain, and no matter how hard the greatsword struck, it could not be shaken in the slightest.

Seeing that the giant sword could not break through Ye Qingcheng's resistance, his spiritual power became stronger and stronger, and he continuously exerted power on the Infinite Sword Technique to help the giant sword pierce through the obstacles.

A glint of brilliance flashed in Ye Qingcheng's eyes. He knew the battle had only just begun. He clenched his fists, the power within him surging like a river, continuously converging upon the cyan barrier. With his full support, the cyan barrier grew thicker, like an endless expanse of blue sky, obscuring the roaring giant sword.

The giant sword wailed unwillingly, but ultimately it could not break free from the cyan barrier. Gradually, its light began to dim, eventually turning into a streak of light and disappearing into the sky.

He Yihuan's face turned pale due to the consumption of spiritual energy. Killing him was not that easy after all...

After the giant sword disappeared, a trace of imperceptible blood flowed from the corner of Ye Qingcheng's mouth, but he still pretended not to care and cast a defensive spell on himself, secretly pinched a dust-removing spell, and pinched another spell to make a giant vine grow out of thin air. He leaned quietly on the rattan chair woven with giant vines, with an evil look between his brows, an evil light flashing in his deep eyes, a slightly upturned corner of his mouth under his high nose bridge, and his black hair fluttering in the wind made him look even more nonchalant.

"How can the cultivation be called cruel? There are three thousand ways in the world. You have your Yangguan Road, and I just cross mine. After not seeing each other for a thousand years, not only has my ability improved because of the years of getting along with you, but my temper has become more stubborn than before." As he spoke, the magic spells in his hand kept hitting He Yihuan.

"What a joke! If you hadn't been hiding, how could my revenge have taken so long?" He Yihuan sneered, dodged a killing move he threw at him, added a sword technique and said: "A thousand years ago, I was fortunate to be rescued by my master and was able to practice the Great Dao. During the past thousand years, in addition to practicing and retreating, I have been traveling and looking for the traces of you, a sewer rat. I didn't expect to find anything. A rat is worthy of being a rat. It likes to steal things. It even became the leader of the Soul-Devouring Sect and hid in this sewer. I was wondering why I couldn't find you in the bright places of the Dongxu Realm." After speaking, He Yihuan raised the sword control technique and used the killing move of the Ten Thousand Swords Formation again.

He Yihuan quickly formed seals with his hands, muttering something to himself. In an instant, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth gathered frantically. He stared at Ye Qingcheng with cold eyes, emitting a powerful pressure.

As He Yihuan's hand seals changed, countless spirit swords, derived from the Hidden Edge Sword, appeared out of thin air, flashing with dazzling light. Ye Qingcheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he summoned his natal bone sword, ready to meet the fatal blow.

He Yihuan's eyes were cold. With a single command, a myriad of swords surged towards Ye Qingcheng like a tide. A rain of swords flew, and sword energy crisscrossed the air, enveloping the entire space in a blanket of sword energy. Ye Qingcheng continuously cast spells and wielded the bone sword in his hand, resisting the surging attack.

But the sword formation was so powerful that Ye Qingcheng gradually felt exhausted and several wounds appeared on his body.

At this critical moment, Ye Qingcheng uttered a mysterious spell, and a powerful blood-red force suddenly erupted from the ground, attaching to his sword. A strange red glow shone on the bone sword. He swung the sword, unexpectedly rebounding some of He Yihuan's sword energy.

He Yihuan was slightly startled by this, but he didn't stop his attacks. He increased his mana output, but he was also attacked by the sword array. Even though his clothes were made of silk from the Ice Soul Heavenly Spirit Cicada, a top-grade defensive magic weapon, they were still cut by the sword array, and his body was shattered by the attack.

Ye Qingcheng then summoned several defensive artifacts to barely withstand this killing move that would have been fatal for a cultivator in the fusion stage. He said excitedly: "Can't Taoist Cangfeng find me? I have been paying attention to your news all the time. Although such a good furnace can no longer help me practice, it is still helpful to understand your recent situation. For example, when did you build your foundation, what kind of skills did you create, how did you win the championship in the sect competition, which evil cultivators' lairs did you destroy during your travels, and how did you go deep into the devil's camp to rescue those righteous cultivators... Don't you agree, Yihuan?" Ye Qingcheng joked.

"Stop talking nonsense, prepare to die, Ye Qingcheng!" He Yihuan finished several bottles of elixirs and was too lazy to listen to his nonsense. In an instant, he stabbed Ye Qingcheng with hundreds of swords with his graceful body movements.

"I don't like your description. Let me try to see whether your thousand-year-old Tribulation Crossing cultivation as Cangfeng Daojun is more powerful or my 'stolen' Tribulation Crossing cultivation of fifteen hundred years is better." Ye Qingcheng teased him. There was no living body left to replenish his spiritual power. He had no choice but to take a few bottles of pills and circulate his spiritual power. He then used the bone sword to block. He not only blocked He Yihuan's attack, but also attacked He Yihuan with deadly moves.

The red figure either dodged or fought back with the sword in his hand. The red figure and the green figure were entangled in a fight, and it was difficult to tell them apart for a while. Ye Qingcheng dodged sideways, then swung out a palm, which collided with the opponent's sword light, making a loud bang.

The two men exchanged blows, their fight becoming inextricable. The air around them seemed to be stirred by their fierce fighting, forming powerful air currents that shattered the surrounding environment beyond recognition.

The two men's swordsmanship became increasingly fierce, attacking each other like a raging storm. Every swing of the sword brought with it a sharp gust of wind, which blew against the two men, and no matter how extraordinary the magical instruments they were made of, their clothes were reduced to rags.

Ye Qingcheng leaped calmly, dodging He Yihuan's attack once again. At the same time, he swung the bone sword in his hand, and a black sword energy rushed straight towards He Yihuan. He Yihuan dodged sideways, then rushed forward, and fought with Ye Qingcheng again.

The red and blue figures fought with swords in the air, neither giving in. The two figures kept intertwining and the fight was difficult to separate. Various sword techniques pierced the void, making the sky and the earth pale in comparison.

Suddenly, Ye Qingcheng revealed a flaw, and He Yihuan seized the opportunity to thrust his sword into his chest. However, as if anticipating this, Ye Qingcheng dodged the blow by leaning to the side, while simultaneously swinging his bone sword fiercely, slashing at He Yihuan's arm. He Yihuan quickly drew back his sword, blocking the blow, but was still knocked back a few steps.

"Although the furnace is good, it's still a little lacking." Ye Qingcheng said sarcastically. The action of leaning slightly on the bone sword betrayed his current state. This was undoubtedly the stubbornness of a spent force.

"Still taking advantage of the verbal battle!" He Yihuan added another large bottle of Bulingdan and took a bloody step with his sword, stabbing towards Ye Qingcheng fiercely.

Ye Qingcheng's pupils shrank, and his body's instinctive reaction was to dodge, but his body was no longer able to withstand his fierce killing move, and was deeply pierced. If it were not for that slight deviation, his heart would have been pierced. He did not want to show his cowardice, and laughed weakly: "Hahahahaha, Taoist Cangfeng's basic swordsmanship seems to be not up to standard." He took the opportunity to stab the bone sword into He Yihuan's lower abdomen. Unexpectedly, He Yihuan seemed to have expected that his move would be blocked by his control technique.

"Simple, but useful. I won't miss the target next time." He Yihuan said with a smile. He knew very well that his sword would not even be able to touch the corner of Ye Qingcheng's clothes two quarters of an hour ago. He was about to draw out the Hidden Edge Sword to give Ye Qingcheng a fatal blow to the heart, but he didn't expect that the Hidden Edge Sword had been shaken out of Ye Qingcheng's body, and He Yihuan, who was holding the Hidden Edge Sword, was shaken five feet away.

"Oh, forgive me for not playing this childish game of you stab me and I stab you with your sword, Taoist. This Jiang family furnace is not bad, just consider it as a gift from me to you. See you later, Taoist Cangfeng." Before Ye Qingcheng could finish his words, the remaining spiritual power in his body surged, and he turned into a beam of light and fled the scene. He did not notice that He Yihuan had cast a secret tracking talisman made by Wuliang Sect when he left. In the past, Ye Qingcheng would have discovered it, but now he was in a state where he was unable to take care of it.

"See you later, Ye Qingcheng..." He Yihuan sneered.

The blood feud that could not be resolved today, now that the tracking talisman has been placed, they have a long way to go...