557 The Martial Emperor of the Mortal Realm

The aura of the Martial King emanated spontaneously, causing the surrounding vegetation to freeze in place, and even the wind trembled slightly as if in fear. The Martial King's words were beyond question; this was the confidence that strength brought!

Sha Gongfeng felt a sense of pride. If he didn't have to stay in the royal city, he could easily become a powerful force in other low-lying areas.

After a moment's thought, I suddenly felt a surge of pressure. I had many choices, and if I offended someone now, they would be ready to kill me later.

Her eyes seemed to have anticipated this, her exquisitely beautiful face and delicate, jade-like skin made her resemble a blooming white lotus, captivating the hearts of the four men.

Meng Queyi's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly understood the whole story.

The coachman, Lao Chi, narrowed his eyes, as if it was the perfect time to rest for a moment and listen to the gossip and trivial matters.

After all, gossip is always entertaining, and people of all ages and genders find it amusing.

His eyes gleamed, revealing an air of unapproachable authority. He chuckled softly with a mocking tone, "The affairs of the Yue family, I didn't expect, would cause you all so much worry."

Yuechan didn't want to get entangled any further. As she looked up, she seemed to catch a faint trace of moonlight. The cool and mysterious light flickered in her eyes, exuding an unapproachable nobility.

He spoke softly, his voice low and emotionless, as if stating an undeniable fact: 'Make way, or die...'

A sword slowly appeared, its light illuminating the mortal world, its brilliance dazzling, like three feet of autumn water, its cold edge chilling. A tremendous pressure impacted the four of them; before the sword energy was released, they felt as if they were locked in by an arrow.

Though the autumn waters are cold, righteousness still prevails in the mortal world.

Butler Gong's eyes widened in disbelief. "How could you possess such a treasure? Impossible!"

Divine weapons and precious swords are extremely rare; even the head of the family only possesses one, let alone anyone else.

How could there be no intelligence about such a weapon?

The unexpected turn of events he had anticipated exceeded his expectations. His eyes hardened; the mission of the family head could not be compromised.

Make a quick hand gesture and take it.

With a quick exchange of gestures, the group understood each other perfectly and prepared to act at any moment, striking together to take down the target.

The Red Dust Sword was another divine weapon. With its flowing light in hand, the sword gleamed coldly. The four men felt as if their inner armor and protective talismans were made of paper, and a sense of powerlessness to defend themselves surged into their hearts.

Beside him, Elder Chi's face showed a hint of surprise, his eyes were clear, and his breathing was slow and deep.

With his crossbow unbound and ready to strike, Meng Que waited silently, sensing the chilling atmosphere around him, his mind filled with uncertainty.

The sword energy seemed not to have been released, but merely the sword was drawn without making a sound. Yet, in an instant, the surrounding air became murky and heavy, and a powerful gust of wind quietly gathered, as if it were about to erupt at any moment.

The four—Sha Gongfeng, Ming Gong Steward, and Ming Gongfeng—immediately sensed the threat. Before they could launch an attack, their nerves were on edge, and they were fully alert and on guard.

In the blink of an eye, the sword tip pointed lightly, and the group felt themselves locked in by an invisible force. In an instant, they were filled with fear and dared not move an inch.

Ming, Sha, and the palace steward suddenly felt as if their bodies were weighed down by ten thousand pounds, with pressure coming from all directions. If they dared to move, they would be struck swiftly.

A thought flashed through their minds: their own lives were the most valuable thing.

While remaining alert and vigilant, they awaited the arrival of others to step forward and bear the brunt of the sharpest blow.

A figure flashed by, like a fairy from heaven, with long hair flowing in the wind.

Where the sword tip pointed, the air seemed to be sliced ​​open, revealing a chilling emptiness.

The wind and clouds surged all around, and the sword energy swirled like raindrops, instantly generating a terrifying power.

Yuechan unleashed her ultimate sword technique with lightning speed, ruthlessness, and deadly intent.

A figure moved, the moonlight suddenly appeared, and a silvery light shone brightly. For the first time, the ultimate sword technique that had never been revealed was displayed, and immediately, a cold light swept over.

The sword tip sliced ​​through the air with a faint hissing sound, piercing through everything in an instant without any obstruction, cleaving everything in its path.

The figure appeared and disappeared intermittently, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, swift and dazzling.

The sword tip flipped, and a dazzling sword light, like lightning in broad daylight, illuminated the surroundings as if it were daytime. The sword moved with the heart, and the heart followed the sword.

The figure split into four in an instant, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake. Amidst the whistling sound, the sword's edge flashed like lightning, reflecting its chilling sharpness.

In an instant, the sword struck the target, like a bullseye in training, piercing through with a single blow.

Like something from outer space, it was unstoppable and incomparably fierce.

The four men suddenly resisted with their swords, but the attacks were like thousands of arrows, dense and continuous, with the force of a ten-thousand-foot mountain.

In an instant, the protective inner armor and amulet shattered like a heavy hammer.

The sword energy pierced through their bodies, incredibly cold. In an instant, the four felt a sharp pain between their brows and their blood splattered out.

Butler Gong immediately sensed something was wrong and tried to fly away from the villain.

He flew out of the air like an arrow released from a bow, his expression sinister, filled with resentment and terror.

Taking advantage of the darkness, they hurriedly fled.

At this moment, Yuechan was gracefully suspended in the air, as if dancing in the sky, holding a sword in one hand, like a goddess of swordsmanship, cold and noble.

His eyes were icy cold, as if he had anticipated this all along. Suddenly, a gust of sword wind arose, like a beam of light, instantly entangling him.

One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight...

However, within three zhang of the flying figure, countless tiny creatures, like silk threads, instantly enveloped it.

A moment later, an unexpected scream of terror and struggle came from inside, muffled and indistinct, but it vanished as if it had never existed.

Meng Queyi slowly retracted the bowstringless divine crossbow in her hand, which was ready to fire, and the arrows on it, devoid of any aura, also disappeared.

His expression was calm, yet his gaze was extraordinary. He looked at Yuechan, who resembled an ethereal being, with great interest, and the thought involuntarily flashed through his mind: 'The power of life-giving wood, or the power of life itself. Indeed, neither should be underestimated.'

Old Chi gripped his sword tightly, his hand remaining taut.

A pang of self-reproach shot through him; he thought to himself, 'I was careless. I didn't expect them to be so well-hidden. They are truly not to be underestimated.'

With the sword in hand, it felt as if I had merged into the blade, becoming neither one nor the other, yet distinct from one another.

A simple, ancient sword; a simple, weathered old man.

Suddenly, he felt Yuechan's aura become even stronger, and the aura quickly entered his body and then slowly disappeared.

It's as if the once awe-inspiring and powerful Martial Empress Yuechan is not the same person as the Yuechan who now exudes a simple aura and is not yet a Martial King.

A stunningly beautiful and aloof queen who controls life and death, yet on the other hand, she is like a fairy, ethereal and otherworldly, a peerless beauty who is unattainable and longed for.

Standing in mid-air, with an upright and elegant posture, it seemed to be one with heaven and earth.

A gentle breeze blew, softly caressing her long hair and dress, making her appear even more graceful and beautiful.

The white dress fluttered in the wind, like a fairy's skirt, adding a touch of mystery and fantasy.

His eyes revealed a calm and composed demeanor.