Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

"Then you can only be called Ye Tianqiong from now on."

Ye Qian'an joked.

The corner of Yun Tianqiong's mouth twitched. Over the years, no one had ever dared to speak to him like this. If Ye Qian'an was not killed, how could Yun Tianqiong gain a foothold in the Bihe Kingdom in the future?
Thinking of this, Yun Tianqiong climbed up with difficulty regardless of the injuries on his body. At the same time, he raised his right hand above his head, and Wuqiu spiritual power gathered from all directions.

As for the source of those spiritual powers, it is naturally the cultivators of Bihe Country.

They knelt on the ground in agony, all the spiritual power in their bodies was drained out. The tearing pain made these monks suffer so much that they could only pray to the ancestor to let them go.

However, Yun Tianqiong no longer paid any attention to them. After all, in the face of absolute strength, this group of ants were only worthy of being the stepping stones for him to reach the top.

"You all, today you have become the sacrifices for me to improve my strength. It is also your honor. Mention my name on the Yellow Springs Road and you will be exempt from the toll!"

Yun Tianqiong increased his energy absorption again.

It was madly absorbing the spiritual energy of the surrounding cultivators. The sky was flickering with light, as if a terrible storm was about to come.

Seeing this, Ye Qian'an's eyes were stern. He knew that he couldn't let Yun Tianqiong continue. Otherwise, if the other party really wanted to draw out the spiritual power of all the cultivators in the city, it would be too late.

"Noisy!"

Ye Qian'an's figure flashed and he rushed towards Yun Tianqiong like lightning. The sword in his hand shone brightly and he stabbed at Yun Tianqiong with a fierce momentum.

Yun Tianqiong was not afraid at all. He sneered as he watched Ye Qian'an rushing towards him. He suddenly compressed the gathered spiritual power in his palm, forming a huge spiritual power ball.

Just as Ye Qi'an's sword was about to pierce Yun Tianqiong, Yun Tianqiong pushed out the spiritual power ball, and the powerful force hit Ye Qi'an, forcing him to dodge sideways. The spiritual power ball whizzed past and smashed on the mountain not far away, instantly razing the mountain to the ground.

The surrounding cultivators looked at this scene in despair. They knew that they had been abandoned by the ancestor and became victims.

Ye Qian'an stepped back, staring at Yun Tianqiong in the sky, and said in a low voice: "I didn't expect that the old dogs of the Yun family are so heartless."

"Go to hell, you mad evildoer!"

After gathering all the energy, Yun Tianqiong waved the spiritual power in his hand again, ready to kill Ye Qian'an completely here.

Ye Qian'an swung his sword and started a thrilling battle with Yun Tianqiong. Their figures crossed in the sky, and the collision of spiritual power changed the color of the sky and the earth.

"Cloud and Mist Sword Technique, start!"

The moment Ye Qian'an's body retreated backwards, he clasped his hands together, and endless sword beams gathered together madly, and under Ye Qian'an's control, they rushed towards Yun Tianqiong's location.

The sword light streaked across the sky like a meteor, rushing towards Yun Tianqiong with an unstoppable momentum. Yun Tianqiong looked at the sword light rushing towards him, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes. He waved his hands and gathered the surrounding spiritual power into a solid barrier.

The sword light collided with the barrier, making a deafening sound. As the light shone, the powerful impact made the surrounding air seem to solidify. The cultivators on the ground were shaken to the ground by this force, and their hearts were filled with fear.

Ye Qian'an's face was grim, and he kept controlling the sword light, trying to break through Yun Tianqiong's defense. Yun Tianqiong was not to be outdone, and he tried his best to maintain the barrier while looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

In this fierce duel, time seemed to stand still. Every impact of the sword seemed to determine the fate of the Hizuru Kingdom.

Ye Qi'an knew that he couldn't delay any longer, so he concentrated his mind and injected all his spiritual power into the sword. With Ye Qi'an's unremitting efforts, the sword broke through Yun Tianqiong's barrier. Yun Tianqiong was horrified and tried to dodge, but it was too late.

The sword light instantly pierced through his body, blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body was shaking.

Ye Qian'an looked at the injured Yun Tianqiong and did not relax his vigilance. He knew that Yun Tianqiong, as the ancestor of Bihe Country, would never be defeated easily.

Sure enough, Yun Tianqiong endured the pain, a crazy look in his eyes. He raised his right hand again, ready to absorb more spiritual power.

How could Ye Qian'an let him succeed? He flashed in front of Yun Tianqiong, with the sword in his hand pointing directly at Yun Tianqiong's throat.

"Yun Tianqiong, it's time to end your madness." Ye Qian'an said coldly.

Yun Tianqiong looked at Ye Qian'an in front of him with an unwilling look on his face. But he also knew that he had already lost.

"I never thought that I, the ancestor of the Bihe Nation, would be defeated by you today. I hate you so much. I hate why I didn't come out of seclusion and strangle you to death back then!"

Yun Tianqiong struggled to get up from the ground, scarlet blood spurting out of his mouth again, and his whole body was shaking, as if he might die suddenly at any time.

"I did lose, but I don't accept you. Why can you show off in front of me? You killed a strong man from the Bihe Kingdom, and now because of you, tens of millions of monks from the Bihe Kingdom have died. Ye Qian'an, you deserve to die, you really deserve to die!!!"

"Are these your last words?"

Ye Qian'an put one hand behind his back and said calmly: "Then you can die."

"Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment!"

Just as Ye Qian'an was about to kill Yun Tianqiong, an urgent voice came from a distance.

Soon, a woman with stunning beauty came running.

She was a woman with long hair, phoenix eyes and cherry lips, and her beautiful eyes revealed a moving look. When one looked at her, one would feel as if one's heart was being grabbed.

Ye Qian'an glanced sideways, then turned around, nodded and smiled at the woman in front of him, "Miss Yun Shuirou, I haven't seen you for decades. I didn't expect that you have already broken through to the late Mahayana realm."

That’s right, the person who came was the daughter of Yun Zhonghe, the king of Bihe Kingdom, Yun Shuirou, who had competed with Ye Qian’an in the ring that year.

Yun Shuirou bit her lips lightly with her pearly teeth, looking at the young man in front of her, feeling a little bitter in her heart, and used her small hand to tidy up the three thousand threads of love beside her ear.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, you have already broken through to the level of a Sanxian. It seems that your talent far exceeds mine."

Ye Qian'an looked at Yun Shuirou, a trace of emotion flashed in his eyes. "Miss Yun, you are too kind. You can break through to the late Mahayana stage in such a short time. You are also a person with outstanding talent."

Yun Shuirou shook her head slightly, her beautiful eyes looking at the injured Yun Tianqiong. "Fellow Daoist Ye, can you spare my life? Although he made mistakes, he is the ancestor of our Bihe Nation after all. If he dies, it will be a great loss to Bihe Nation."

Ye Qian'an frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Miss Yun, this man is extremely crazy. If you let him go today, he may cause trouble again in the future."

(End of this chapter)