Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

"This is insane! Absolutely insane!"

Looking at the man who remained as steady as Mount Tai, holding a greasy bamboo chopstick in his hand, Xiao Se's last thread of reason snapped completely.

That was a full-force attack from Li Hanyi, the Snow Moon Sword Immortal, in his berserk state!

That was a destructive storm that stirred up the power of heaven and earth and gathered the spirits of all the flowers and trees in the city!

Let alone a chopstick, even if you brought all the top ten swords on the list of famous swords in the world, you might not be able to stop this overwhelming torrent of sword energy!

"Sir! Stop joking! Run!!!"

Xiao Se roared hoarsely, his usual elegance and composure completely vanished at that moment.

The shadow of death had enveloped his entire body, and the sharp petals had even severed a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

close!

Closer!

The pink death tornado, like an ancient ferocious beast with its jaws wide open, crashed violently into the roof of Cloud Tower with a deafening roar that seemed to shred everything!

Ten meters!

Five meters!

one meter!

At this critical moment.

Just as the rain of flowers was about to completely engulf the three people and the child.

Su Changqing finally made a move.

He didn't get up, or even change his sitting posture.

He simply raised his right hand, which was holding the bamboo chopsticks, and flicked his wrist seemingly casually.

The movements were as gentle as shooing away an annoying fly.

At the same time, he parted his lips slightly and uttered a single word casually.

The sound was soft and utterly detached, yet in that instant, it clearly drowned out the howling wind and resonated deep within everyone's soul.

"Disperse."

call out--!!!

As the word was uttered, the bamboo chopstick in Su Changqing's hand flew out!

In an instant, the world lost its color!

What was originally just an ordinary bamboo chopstick used to pick up peanuts suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light that was ten thousand times brighter than the sun the moment it left Su Changqing's fingertips!

That's not the color of wood.

That's... the color of the Tao!

That was a supreme sword intent that was pure to the extreme, domineering to the extreme, and transcended the laws of this world!

The chopsticks vanished instantly.

Instead, a white streak of light pierced through the heavens and the earth!

This streak of light was only as thick as a chopstick, but in its presence, the pink petal tornado, which was hundreds of feet tall and blotted out the sky, seemed so clumsy and so fragile!

"laugh--"

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

There was only a soft sound, like a hot knife cutting into butter.

The white streak of light crashed head-on into the raging petal tornado with unstoppable force!

Then, something truly mind-blowing happened!

The terrifying storm that even the spear immortal Sikong Changfeng was helpless against, and that was powerful enough to destroy half of Snow Moon City, actually... froze the moment it came into contact with this stream of light!

It's like a scene that's been paused.

All the petals were frozen in mid-air.

next second.

"collapse!"

That violent and rampant sword intent seemed to have encountered its natural enemy, and instantly crumbled!

The petals, which were originally as sharp as knives, transformed back into delicate plants at this moment, and were directly blown away by the strong wind brought by the stream of light, falling in all directions.

But this is far from over!

The streak of light formed from chopsticks continued its momentum even after shattering the storm of petals, and its speed even increased!

It is like a white dragon swimming upstream, soaring straight into the sky with an indomitable spirit!

Target—the heavens!

"Open it... for me!!!"

Although Su Changqing didn't shout it out, everyone seemed to hear the roar of this will.

Rumble—!

The streaks of light pierced the air, pierced the clouds, and pierced the shackles of this world!

The sky above Snow Moon City was originally filled with thick dark clouds due to Li Hanyi's sword intent.

At this moment, this sea of ​​clouds, thousands of meters thick, was actually torn apart!

A vacuum passage, stretching for thousands of miles and seemingly bottomless, appeared out of thin air in the sky!

It's like... God has been stabbed with a huge hole by a sword!

Golden sunlight poured down from the hole, forming a huge pillar of light that enveloped the roof of the Cloud Tower where Su Changqing was located.

miracle!

This is a true miracle!

One chopstick, and the heavens are severed!

The entire world fell into absolute silence at that moment.

The wind stopped.

The clouds have dispersed.

The sword energy dissipated.

Only the enormous crack stretching across the sky tells the world of the terror of that attack.

Your Excellency Dengtian.

The spear in Sikong Changfeng's hand clattered to the ground.

He tilted his head back, his mouth agape so wide it was almost dislocated, his eyes wide open, and his whole body stiffened as if struck by lightning.

"What...what kind of method is this?"

Sikong Changfeng's voice trembled, as if his very soul was shaking. "A single chopstick? It pierced the sky? Is this something a human could do?!"

He remembered that he had been thinking of testing Su Changqing's background just yesterday.

Looking back now, it was like I was constantly on the verge of death!

If this chopstick were to pierce someone's body... forget about being able to travel to a mystical realm, even a real god would have to kneel down!

The top of Dengtiange Pavilion.

Li Hanyi, who was originally in a state of emotional breakdown and rampant sword intent, instantly regained her senses under the impact of this vast will.

The Iron Horse Ice River in her hand was still trembling slightly, but the sound was no longer filled with fighting spirit, but rather... submission!

That was the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords submitting to the supreme sword path!

Li Hanyi stared blankly at the cracked sky above her head, feeling the terrifying aura that had brushed past her just moments before.

She knew that the chopsticks had deliberately avoided her; otherwise, she would probably be nothing but crumbs by now.

"Changqing..."

Li Hanyi removed her mask, revealing a pale yet slightly flushed, stunningly beautiful face.

Her eyes were incredibly complex, filled with shock, lingering fear, but even more so... a sense of pride and sweetness as a young woman.

This is her man!

This is her daughter's father!

What do you mean by "number one in the world"?

In front of this man, the so-called sword immortal is simply a joke!

Lei Wujie, who was hanging on the railing, had completely forgotten about climbing up.

He hung there like a dried-up piece of cured meat, head tilted back, staring at the crack in the sky, drooling uncontrollably.

"Oh my god..."

Lei Wujie muttered to himself, "This is what a sword immortal is, right? No... this is a sword god! Brother-in-law... this is too powerful!"

He suddenly realized that losing to Xiao Nuomi was absolutely no injustice. With such a twisted father, how could a daughter be a normal person?

The roof of the building in the clouds.

The sun shines down, making it warm and cozy.

After the originally violent storm of petals was defeated, it did not disappear, but lost all its destructive power and turned back into soft and fragrant petals.

In this golden sunlight, a shower of petals falls gently, so tender it's almost unbelievable.

The scene was breathtakingly beautiful, like a dream.

Wow! It's raining flower petals!

Little Nuomi had long forgotten her fear from before. She crawled out of Su Changqing's arms and stretched out her two chubby little hands to catch the falling petals.

Su Changqing remained seated, his expression calm, as if he hadn't been the one who had just pierced the heavens with that single strike.

He slowly reached out and caught a peach petal that was drifting down in the wind.

The pink petals lay quietly in his long, slender, fair palm, looking delicate and beautiful.

Su Changqing turned his head and looked at his daughter, who was beaming with excitement, a doting smile appearing on his lips.

He gently placed the petal in Xiao Nuomi's palm and said softly:

The rain of flowers fell still, then gently drifted down.

Su Changqing caught a falling petal and placed it in his daughter's palm: "Look, Huahua has become well-behaved."

The entire room fell silent.

Xiao Se crushed the teacup in his hand: "This...this is some kind of trance?!"