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

Ye Qian'an walked out of the dust step by step, his eyes as cold as frost, as if he was the god of death from the Nine Nether Hell, staring at Li Tianqiong. The chillness in his eyes made Li Tianqiong shiver uncontrollably, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

"Old man, you think you can kill me? That's just wishful thinking."

Ye Qian'an's voice was low but revealed endless majesty. It echoed around the silent arena, making every cultivator who heard it feel a tightness in their hearts.

Li Tianqiong's expression turned extremely ugly. He gritted his teeth. Although he was afraid in his heart, he thought of his dignity as a half-step saint and must not retreat at this moment.

He forced himself to mobilize the spiritual power in his body again, quickly formed seals with his hands, and muttered something. In an instant, a thick black fog surged around him. The roar of evil spirits could be heard faintly in the fog, as if it was going to drag this world into an endless dark abyss.

"Ten Thousand Souls Devouring Sky Technique!"

Li Tianqiong roared, and the thick fog swept towards Ye Qian'an. The evil spirits in the fog were baring their fangs and claws, carrying an evil aura that could corrode the soul. Anyone who was touched by them would have their soul corroded instantly.

Ye Qian'an just sneered, and swung the blood-red saint-level weapon in his hand violently. A blood-red sword energy slashed towards the black fog like a rainbow piercing the sun.

Wherever the sword energy passed, evil spirits screamed in agony, and the thick black fog melted quickly like ice and snow burned by the scorching sun, and could not get close to Ye Qian'an at all.

Li Tianqiong widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief. He didn't expect that his killer move would be so vulnerable in front of Ye Qian'an.

Before he could make the next move, Ye Qian'an flashed and disappeared from the spot in an instant, and appeared in front of Li Tianqiong the next moment.

"it's over!"

Ye Qian'an let out a low shout and stabbed the sword in his hand straight at Li Tianqiong's chest. The speed was so fast that Li Tianqiong had no time to dodge.

The long sword easily penetrated Li Tianqiong's protective spiritual power and stabbed into his chest fiercely. A powerful force was transmitted from the sword into Li Tianqiong's body, instantly shattering his meridians.

"You..." Li Tianqiong spat out a mouthful of blood. He wanted to say something, but he could no longer utter a complete sound. His eyes were full of fear and despair. He could never have imagined that he would die today at the hands of this early Semi-Saint junior, whom he had never taken seriously.

Ye Qian'an turned his wrist and pulled out the sword with force. Li Tianqiong's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

As the last glimmer of life dissipated from Li Tianqiong, the surroundings fell into deathly silence. Those monks who were originally waiting to see Ye Qian'an make a fool of himself were now frightened to the point of turning pale and not daring to breathe.

Suddenly, the whole place exploded, and everyone was talking about the shocking and horrifying scene that had just happened. They couldn't believe that this guy actually killed Li Tianqiong.

He was a strong man at the level of Half-Step Saint. How could he be killed just like that?
Unbelievable!

Liu Qingyun slowly stood up and looked at Ye Qian'an with a complicated look on his face. He admired this amazing talent, but also felt sad that such a powerful figure was about to appear in the Tiansheng Dynasty.

Ye Qian'an put one hand behind his back, took off the wine gourd from his waist with his right hand, raised his head and drank a few big mouthfuls, and smiled heartily: "Go to the Cloudy Mountain, and the sword will ring in the Eight Desolate Mountains."

Liu Qingyun glanced at Ye Qian'an in front of him. He didn't expect that this young man was so powerful. It was really unbelievable.

Ye Qian'an shrugged, looked at His Majesty Liu Qingyun in front of him, nodded and said: "Your Majesty, can you fulfill your original promise now?" Liu Qingyun smiled and said: "Of course, but little brother, I wonder where you are from?"

"No name, no faction."

Ye Qian'an did not want to reveal his identity, so he did not directly explain his situation. All he wanted was a holy elixir that could allow him to upgrade his semi-saint status by two levels.

Liu Qingyun was not in a hurry to hand the thing over to Ye Qian'an. After all, this kind of thing was extremely precious, and the prerequisite was that Ye Qian'an could help him complete something.

"Fellow Daoist, I didn't expect you to be able to kill Li Tianqiong. Logically, you killed the Prime Minister of the Tiansheng Dynasty, so I should execute you on the spot. However, considering that you won the first place, I will not kill you. But if you want to get the holy elixir, you need to do me a favor."

Ye Qian'an narrowed his eyes and asked, "What is the matter, senior?"

"Don't worry, this can only be accomplished by a semi-saint. Otherwise, I would not use holy elixirs to attract countless semi-saints and quasi-saints to come to the Tiansheng Dynasty."

Liu Qingyun said with a smile: "As long as you can help me complete it, I can not only give you the elixir, but also not hold you responsible for killing the Prime Minister of my Tiansheng Dynasty. How about it?"

Ye Qian'an narrowed his eyes. He was naturally not afraid that the other party would go back on his word. After all, the Ice Emperor was still nearby. With his cultivation level at the late Saint stage, it was more than enough for him to kill the guy in front of him.

But I just don’t know what this guy wants me to do.

Liu Qingyun glanced at the strong men around him and naturally understood that there were many people here and if he said it here, it might cause unnecessary trouble.

Liu Qingyun put one hand behind his back, then waved his right hand, picked up Ye Qian'an and brought him into the bedroom.

Bingdi narrowed his eyes and said silently: "Are you afraid of people knowing?"

At this time, in the bedroom, Liu Qingyun sat on a chair and made a gesture of invitation with one hand, saying: "Daoyou, don't be nervous. You are a guest here. I will not attack you."

Ye Qian'an turned around and sat on the chair without being polite. He took off the wine gourd from his waist, took a sip and asked, "I wonder what you want me to do, senior?"

Liu Qingyun smiled and said, "I hope you can go to the secret realm. There is a woman in the secret realm. She is my daughter. Millions of years ago, she had a disagreement with me for some reason, which led to her entering the secret realm and she has never come out."

"I once arranged for many people to search for her, but they were too weak and had no chance of finding my daughter. Some of them even died in there..."

Liu Qingyun exhaled heavily and said, "That's why I held this competition. I mainly want to find the first place semi-saint realm expert."

Ye Qian'an asked curiously: "If that's the case, why don't you go in yourself?"

"Fellow Daoist, you are joking. My daughter is a master of formations. Her formations are unprecedented and will never be surpassed. Therefore, she has set up a ban that prohibits those at the Saint level from entering. I can enter, but I must break the formation. However, if I do so, the small world will be damaged..."

(End of this chapter)