Emperor Qiankun

"Li Qingyuan, give up your pointless resistance! No matter what, you can't escape our grasp."

Accompanied by arrogant laughter, an old man in a gray robe uttered cold and contemptuous words, his face obscured by shadows.

In front of the old man, Li Qingyuan, dressed in a green shirt, was fleeing rapidly with a colorful sword under his feet, as fast as lightning across the sky.

Hearing the voice behind him, Li Qingyuan snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with disdain, "Bah! You are the leader of a sect, but if you hadn't attacked me by surprise, how could you bastards take my life?"

As he spoke, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Li Qingyuan's face was pale and he felt helpless. Although he was seriously injured, he could escape the pursuit as long as he had time.

Without time to think, he took a deep breath and continued to fly forward, his figure gradually disappearing in the distant sky.

At this time, a nun in a yellow Taoist robe spoke up from the other side of the crowd: "Everyone, we can't delay any longer. The Sword Domain is not far ahead. If we let this boy enter, the consequences will be disastrous. In my opinion, it is best to notify the powerful in the God Realm to handle this matter as soon as possible."

Everyone nodded in agreement and showed great respect to the nun.

As they were talking, they began to chant mysterious ancient spells, and the sky became restless.

"Crack!"

There was a loud, deafening bang, and a huge crack appeared in the sky. A blurry figure stood in it, emitting a heart-pounding aura.

"How dare you! Who dares to use forbidden techniques in the lower realm?"

Hearing this voice, an old man in the crowd trembled with excitement. He looked up at the sky and shouted, "Grandmaster? Are you...are you the True Yang Grandmaster? Disciple pays homage to you, Grandmaster!"

The words were full of awe and piety.

Patriarch Zhenyang nodded slightly and asked, "Yanlie, why are you using forbidden techniques?"

The old man standing before him, Yan Lie, the current head of the Nine Yang Sect, bowed slightly and replied respectfully, "Master, this boy, Li Qingyuan, is incredibly audacious. He has stolen the dragon veins of an entire desolate land to cultivate his demonic skills. He is utterly evil. The heads of our various sects would like to eliminate him as soon as possible, but we are too weak to stand a chance. I humbly request that you, Master, slay this evil thief right here on earth to restore order!"

"Dragon vein? It's incredible that a dragon vein can be born in this desolate land of the lower world!"

Zhen Yang murmured softly, his eyes gleaming with disbelief.

He stood there quietly, lost in thought.

Although dragon veins are not rare in the divine realm, they are rare. If I can obtain this dragon vein, my cultivation will definitely reach a higher level!

After thinking for a moment, Zhen Yang made up his mind, "Don't worry, everyone. I will definitely not let a demon like this go and will definitely kill him!"

After saying that, he raised his hand, and a wave appeared in his palm. A ball of orange-red flame appeared out of thin air and quickly expanded into a roaring fire dragon.

As Zhenyang suddenly slapped forward with his palm, the fire dragon pounced forward with its fangs and claws bared.

Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be ignited, making crackling sounds.

At this time, Li Qingyuan was less than a thousand miles away from the sword domain, and suddenly a heat wave rolled up from behind him.

It happened in a flash. When the fire dragon was about to hit him, he hurriedly put his hands together to protect himself, but the power of Zhenyang was unfathomable. Li Qingyuan was blown hundreds of feet away like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood.

"People from the God Realm? Damn it! These old guys framed me! Am I going to die today? I refuse to accept this!"

Li Qingyuan was so emotional that he pounded the ground with his fists until his hands were covered in blood.

In the distance, Zhen Yang had a stern expression. He raised his hand again, and the true energy gathered in his palm, and a powerful palm force broke through the air.

Li Qingyuan was already at the end of his strength and unable to avoid it. He flew backwards hundreds of feet, spitting blood, his face was as pale as paper, and his breath was weak.

Desperate, Li Qingyuan slowly lowered his head, looking at the emerald green stone his parents had given him on his chest, and muttered to himself, "Dad, Mom, I can't find you anymore. Where are you?"

This stone was a coming-of-age gift given to Li Qingyuan by his parents when he was a child. Since then, the two of them left and have not been heard from since.

Li Qingyuan tightly grasped the stone. The blood on his hand dripped onto the stone. The blood seeped into the stone, and the stone suddenly glowed red. A mysterious force took away his soul.

Zhenyang was stunned. The person disappeared out of thin air. The red light looked familiar. Could it be divine power?

Zhenyang was surprised. Such power was extremely against the will of heaven and could not be tolerated by the lower world, yet someone actually possessed it.

However, the person is now missing and cannot be studied.

Zhen Yang turned and said to the crowd, "This child is not dead, but has been taken away by a mysterious force. You must find him on this continent. He possesses mysterious powers, and you must not allow them to grow, otherwise there will be great harm. Well, I will return now."

After he finished speaking, Zhenyang's body turned into a point of light and disappeared.

The leaders looked at each other, at a loss as to what to do.

They set a trap and summoned powerful people from the divine realm, but Li Qingyuan was not dead. If the Sword Realm knew about it, it would inevitably trigger a war and the clan might even be destroyed.

After discussing for a while without any good solution, they followed Zhenyang's advice and left, ordering their disciples to look for Li Qingyuan.

At Lingxiao Peak in the Sword Domain, the disciple guarding the soul tablet was trembling all over. Li Qingyuan's soul tablet had dimmed, indicating that the person was dead.

This disciple hurried to Lingxiao Palace and reported the matter to the Domain Lord Wen Wuxiang.

Wen Wuxiang was stern and ordered his disciples to ring the Ruyi Bell that had been silent for a thousand years.

Accompanied by the melodious sound of the Ruyi Bell, everyone in the Sword Domain looked surprised and rushed to Lingxiao Peak impatiently.

Because this bell is like a sacred trumpet, it will only sound when earth-shaking events occur.

The last time the bell rang, it was when the previous Lord of the Sword Domain ascended to the upper realm.

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On Lingxiao Peak, Wen Wuxiang tried his best to suppress his anger. "Everyone, please be quiet for a moment. Allow me to explain the reason why I have summoned you here."

Suddenly, the audience fell silent.

"Today, a group of sect leaders outside the Sword Domain, after failing to hunt down my junior brother, actually ordered the people of the God Realm to descend and ruthlessly kill him. This is extremely despicable! This is a disdain for our Sword Domain!"

After saying this, the Domain Lord waved his hand, and the scene before Li Qingyuan was killed appeared in the sky.

The whole audience was in an uproar, and everyone was indignant, lamenting that Li Qingyuan was extremely powerful but unfortunately fell.

"Everyone! If we don't avenge this, we are unworthy. How can we tolerate these treacherous people committing so many evil deeds? Today, we must stand up and fight them to the death! I wonder if you are willing to join me in the battle and kill our enemies with your own hands?"

Everyone shouted their willingness, and morale was greatly boosted.

At this moment, the disciple guarding the soul tablet ran over in panic, shouting, "Domain Master! Domain Master..."

Wen Wuxiang turned around and asked irritably, "Why are you so panicked?"

The disciple took a breath and quickly replied, "Lord, Uncle Qingyuan's spirit tablet... has lit up!"