Looking at the drastically different Su Changqing, Xian Banmeng’s face showed a look of shock.
Though Su Changqing was covered in blood, his clothes in disarray.
But that golden mark lined on his brow, surrounded by the holy radiance of divine gold, gave the boy an incredibly noble aura.
The calmness in every move, the indifferent and domineering demeanor, stood in stark contrast to the gentle Su Changqing just moments ago.
Like... an unrivaled Great Emperor, capable of deciding life and death with a single word!
At this moment, everyone present was silent, all staring blankly at the scene.
Though Ximen Qingjun’s Celestial Sword was clearly more massive, it was as if Su Changqing’s presence was the center of the universe.
The indescribable terror of oppression was akin to commoners facing an emperor, trembling at heart.
At this point, not just everyone present, but even Wu Jiuling was stunned.
"Chang Qing... has such a skill?"
He knew Chang Qing was skilled in sword techniques, but never knew there was such a terrifying sword dao heritage within him.
It was not the power of the Divine Body, nor the spirit of the godly realm, but a formidable force unleashed by ’soul’.
Moreover, this power was undeniably of Great Emperor level!
Now, even the great talents within Longevity Hall couldn’t remain calm, all looking at Su Changqing with shock.
Su Changqing had just entered the spirit realm, yet carried two Great Emperor level heritages!
Such a terrifying foundation, even hidden families couldn’t compare...
In front of the courtyard gates.
Ximen Qingjun felt the indescribable pressure, showing disbelief in his eyes.
Since practicing the Celestial Sword, this was the first time he experienced suppression in sword dao.
But suddenly, his gaze trembled, as though he recalled something.
"One sword arises, many swords bow, imperial might emerges, sword hearts lament."
"Such prowess...even the Celestial Sword is lacking..."
Recalling Lan Ge’s recent words, Ximen Qingjun sharply looked at Su Changqing opposite him,
"You are...the heir of the Jianhuang Sect!"
Su Changqing heard and raised his brow, speaking calmly, "Seems the Celestial Sword remembers past affairs."
"Since we meet today, let me inform the Celestial Sword Immortal Palace once."
"As the current sect leader of Jianhuang Sect, Su Changqing will soon visit the Celestial Sword Immortal Palace to settle past matters!"
Ximen Qingjun’s pupils constricted upon hearing this.
He hadn’t expected to encounter not only an heir of the Jianhuang Sect but also its current sect leader!
This person...is even stronger than Ming Yu from Sword God Mountain!
Suddenly, Ximen Qingjun laughed, his sword intent erupted, the enormous sword above his head radiating light,
"You came effortlessly, just right, today I will capture you as a gift for my second brother!"
As he spoke, Ximen Qingjun shouted fiercely,
The hundred-zhang giant sword’s sword intent surged, emitting deafening sword cries as it fell thunderously.
In that instant, sword intent crisscrossed the surroundings, winds howled.
Su Changqing did not speak, merely let out a cold snort and raised one hand slightly.
The golden mark on Su Changqing’s brow erupted with brilliant radiance, shooting skyward like a rainbow.
The vast divine golden holy rays gathered in Su Changqing’s palm like swallows returning to their nests.
In an instant, a small, seemingly real Sword Emperor Seal spun atop his palm.
Appearing at that moment, it grew rapidly to over a hundred zhang.
The seal was like an emperor’s insignia, square and majestic, surrounded by divine golden saintly dragons.
Unlike an imperial seal, the Sword Emperor Seal was inscribed not with mountains, rivers, lakes, or the beings of the world.
But with interwoven sword marks, strange patterns like divine pattern daoist technique, and various shapes of extraordinary divine swords emitting boundless sword intent!
This seal seemed to encapsulate centuries of sword dao legend alongside emperor majesty, exuding the formidable power of the Sword Emperor.
Once the Sword Emperor Seal condensed, swords throughout the land lamented, those holding swords went pale.
Su Changqing gently commanded, the hundred-zhang Sword Emperor Seal erupted with overwhelming sword intent, while each dragon roared furiously.
The majestic seal descended heavily on the Celestial Sword like the heavens collapsing.
A strained wail echoed, the Celestial Sword continuously slipped from the sky, its blade marred with cracks.
Ximen Qingjun’s face changed drastically, as if carrying an Ancient Divine Mountain, incessantly crushed downward.
His forehead swelled with veins as he roared, surging with boundless sword intent.
The Celestial Sword emitted a sharp cry, attempting to overturn the dignified seal.
Su Changqing’s gaze flashed like electricity, the golden mark on his brow flared with radiant gleam, emitting a sound like a godly roar,
The Sword Emperor Seal’s surrounding sword patterns brightened simultaneously, each divine sword emitted terrifying sword intent.
Encircling saintly dragons roared menacingly, the insurmountable pressure crashing down.
The ground within hundreds of zhang collapsed as the Celestial Sword spanning the sky suddenly shattered.
The radiant golden seal slammed onto Ximen Qingjun’s head with terror written all over his face.
Ximen Qingjun’s terrified cry echoed across the sky.
Only now did he truly understand why his second brother was adamantly pursuing Jianhuang Sect’s heritage.
Simply because the power of the Sword Emperor...was too terrifying.
As Ximen Qingjun was about to meet his demise, a phantom image exuding terrifying aura appeared behind him.
His expression was calm, he glanced around before slowly looking skyward.
The words came lightly, yet as if spoken by decree, the descending Sword Emperor Seal quivered violently but couldn’t fall a fraction.
"Impressive sword dao."
He stared at the sword seal for long before slowly speaking.