novelraw Chapter 543 542: The Sword of the Flowing Moon, The Spirit Beneath the Moon!
Chapter 543 542: The Sword of the Flowing Moon, The Spirit Beneath the Moon!
"Audacious wretch!" Zhu Ming bellowed, his True Qi surging as his fury reached its zenith.
He was a man of esteemed status: a descendant of Zhu Xi, a disciple of the Confucian Sect, and a figure who had achieved Semi-Saint status back in the Ming Dynasty. Yet now, a mere youth from centuries later dared to tell him, "I'll slaughter you like a dog"!
Shame! Utter and extreme disgrace!!
Such pedantic Neo-Confucians valued face above all else, and now Qin Heng had trampled his face into the dust and stomped on it brutally!
In Zhu Ming's eyes, this was absolutely intolerable!
"You insolent fiend, die!" Zhu Ming roared, his body erupting with a dazzling purple radiance, vast and mighty like an endless river, almost filling the entire room.
At this moment, Zhu Ming seemed to have become the arbiter of the laws of heaven and earth. He was the wielder of power, the controller, high above all, a Dominator of everything. His very words could define the laws of the world!
It made Chai Zhuo, Su Hai, and the others tremble uncontrollably. They looked at him with immense fear, as if seeing a God.
"Qin Heng!" Su Xiao, standing behind Qin Heng, watched him with great concern. The power Zhu Ming was displaying was truly terrifying, sending a chill deep into her soul.
Fear! Boundless fear!!
Was this really a power humans could possess?
Facing such a strong opponent, could Qin Heng truly triumph? Zhu Ming's aura was so overpowering that Su Xiao, upon seeing it, began to regret bringing Qin Heng here.
She had initially thought they only needed to confront a Half-step Grandmaster from the Chai family, but she had never expected such a terrifying barrier to appear.
Zhu Ming's Realm was beyond Su Xiao's comprehension.
It was her first time witnessing such terrifying power—one that communed with heaven and earth, even manifesting phenomena and causing the world to change color with mere anger. This surpassed her understanding of what a Martial Artist could achieve!
Such power was too exaggerated, simply inhuman!!
Was Qin Heng truly his match?
Su Xiao's gaze fixated on Qin Heng, her heart filled with immense worry. She watched his face intently, astonished to find not a trace of panic there.
Facing such a terrifying individual, was he not the least bit scared?
Was this confidence in his own strength?
Then, she saw Qin Heng shake his head lightly, a hint of a disdainful smile on his lips, as an indifferent voice followed.
"An old dog that has slumbered for hundreds of years! Why struggle in vain?" Qin Heng raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers forming a sword-finger sign, and said indifferently, "The Neo-Confucian Sect, such corrupt and filthy things should have died long ago! And so should you!"
CLANG!
With a flick of Qin Heng's sword-fingers, a chorus of sword hums pierced through all directions. A golden sword light burst forth, instantly enveloping all the purple radiance and completely suppressing Zhu Ming's Confucian True Qi!
CRACK!
Unstoppably, it tore through Zhu Ming's Protective True Qi, shattered all his defenses, and pierced straight through his heart. The sword light invaded his body, instantly grinding his internal organs and skeletal structure to dust!
"You?!" Zhu Ming stared at Qin Heng incredulously, eyes wide with shock, fear spilling from them. His trembling finger pointed at Qin Heng, his lips quivered. He wanted to speak but could only cough up mouthfuls of blood, unable to utter a single word.
PFFT!!
Zhu Ming spat out a large mouthful of blood towards the sky, then fell flat on his back. His legs twitched a few times before becoming still. His eyes were wide open, but his pupils had already lost focus.
He died with a grievance!
Even at the moment of death, he could not comprehend why a young man at the peak of the Innate Realm from a later era could instantly kill a Semi-Saint like him!
Why?!
Silence! Utter silence!!
The entire room fell deathly quiet. Everyone stared at Qin Heng in immense shock. They had all witnessed Zhu Ming's imposing power and felt it deeply.
That was a magnificent power, like that of a Heavenly God! It was as imposing as Heavenly Might, leaving one with hardly a thought of resistance—so overwhelming!
And such a powerful individual!
To think he was struck dead by this youth, who had appeared out of nowhere, with just a casual point of his finger?
How was that possible! How could this be?! How could such a thing happen?! It's simply inconceivable!!
Chai Zhuo was dumbstruck by this scene. His entire body stiffened, and he stared disbelievingly at Zhu Ming's corpse on the ground before his gaze shifted to Qin Heng. His expression was one of unimaginable shock, as if he had seen a ghost!
"You, who are you! What kind of person are you?!"
His voice trembled. He was fearful and panicked; his legs were going weak. This was the natural reaction of the weak when facing the strong—Qin Heng's displayed strength was truly too overpowering!
As a vassal family to the Zhu Family, the Chai Family was well aware of just how powerful the recently awakened Semi-Saint Zhu Ming was. This was the man who, six hundred years ago, had been lauded as the one closest to Master Zhu!
Yet, he was killed with just a casual point of a finger, just like that! It seemed so effortless, as easy as blowing away dust!
Even this building hadn't sustained any damage, just as Qin Heng had claimed. It was as if killing Zhu Ming was truly as simple for him as slaughtering a dog!
How could such a powerful person exist?! He's just too strong!
As for Su Xiao's parents, they were hiding in a corner, their faces stunned as they stared at Zhu Ming's corpse on the ground. They felt a sense of unreality, almost wondering if they were hallucinating.
That expert, who was like a Heavenly God, so lofty and seemingly in control of the laws of heaven and earth—he just died like this?
Lying on the ground like a dead dog?
THUMP!
Su Hai and his wife knelt on the ground, kowtowing to Qin Heng in gratitude.
"Thank you, benefactor, for saving our lives!"
"Thank you, benefactor, for saving our lives!!"
They both knew very well that if Qin Heng hadn't suddenly arrived and killed Zhu Ming, their family would likely have faced a very tragic fate.
Even if Zhu Ming hadn't killed them, the Chai Family probably wouldn't have spared them.
After all, the Chai Family had previously declared their intention to exterminate the entire Su family. With the backing of a powerful expert like Zhu Ming, they would certainly have become even more unrestrained.
Now, by killing Zhu Ming, Qin Heng had essentially saved the Su family.
"Mom, Dad!"
Su Xiao quickly went over and, together with her parents, thanked Qin Heng.
In her eyes, encountering a powerful expert like Zhu Ming was completely unexpected, and they absolutely had to express their gratitude to Qin Heng.
After a round of profuse thanks, Su Xiao handed the Ancient Sword her parents were holding to Qin Heng.
"A fine sword indeed!" Qin Heng took the Ancient Sword and nodded slightly.
As he took the Ancient Sword, he felt a bone-chilling coldness. Under his Divine Sense, the still-sheathed sword exuded an undeniable sharpness, as if it could cleave heaven and earth!
Though he hadn't examined it closely, the feel of it in his hands alone was worthy of Qin Heng's praise as 'fine.'
In a daze, Qin Heng's vision suddenly blurred, but his expression remained calm. He offered no resistance, allowing the light and shadows around him to change.
「And in the blink of an eye!」
The residential building transformed into a silent, desolate plain. As far as the eye could see, it was utterly barren, devoid of the slightest trace of life or spiritual energy—a true land of death.
Only a bright, clear moon hung high in the empyrean, so large it almost occupied half the night sky, eclipsing all Starlight, rendering the moon supreme in the night's expanse.
And under the bright moon, upon the desolate plain, within the void, sat an ethereal woman in white. She was forming hand seals, her eyes slightly closed, devoid of joy or sorrow, unsullied by even a trace of worldly dust, like a Heavenly Immortal from the Ninth Heaven.
"The sword is named Flowing Moon. It was forged with a spirit. If you wish to earn the qualification to wield it, you must obtain my recognition," the woman slowly opened her eyes, looking down at Qin Heng, who stood upon the desolate plain.