Qingyun only learned a little information during his confrontation with the energy that the Heavenly Dao had planted in his body.
This time, the "chosen one" wasn't wrong; Qingyun truly couldn't hold on any longer. Although his cultivation was profound, he was utterly powerless against the will of Heaven.
There's always a way.
Qingyun reached out and unleashed a burst of sword energy, attacking the leading man without warning.
As soon as the attack was launched, the entire sky suddenly darkened.
They've arrived!
A glint of light flashed in Qingyun's eyes. He had been wondering how the Heavenly Dao would react if he were willing to destroy his soul rather than submit to it.
The man leading the group at the foot of the mountain barely managed to block Qingyun's attack, but the next attack followed one after another, each more ferocious than the last.
Dark clouds slowly gathered above Qingyun's head, their color already as black as ink.
Qingyun appeared frantic, like a trapped beast struggling for its life, yet his eyes held an extreme calm. His target wasn't the "protagonist" below the mountain, but the Heavenly Dao!
Finally, a thin, black bolt of lightning broke through the clouds and descended towards Qingyun.
Qingyun's eyes flashed, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on her lips.
In the blink of an eye, the thunderbolt entered Qingyun Tianling, pulverizing him from body to soul.
The proud Heavenly Dao will never allow an ant to repeatedly defy it. Since Qingyun is unwilling to be controlled, then it will be completely annihilated.
The black lightning swirled for a while, confirming that the energy consumed to eliminate Qingyun was correct, before slowly dissipating.
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"Excuse me, excuse me! I'll take you to change your clothes." The waiter carrying the tray hurriedly apologized, glancing at the wine stains on the man's exquisite custom-made suit, and biting his lip as if he were uneasy.
"The suit... I'll pay for the suit..."
"Hmm? How are you planning to compensate me?"
Nie Chenyuan looked at the clumsy waiter in front of him, raised an eyebrow, and spoke in an ambiguous tone.
"I...I..." The waiter stammered, his face flushed with nervousness. "I can do anything, I can do anything!"
The language, though seemingly chaotic, is highly suggestive.
Nie Chenyuan chuckled softly and whispered in the waiter's ear, "Then... could you...?"
"Tell me who sent you here!"
The voice turned cold instantly, and before the blush on the waiter's face had faded, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Nie Chenyuan straightened up and gestured to the two bodyguards in black behind him to take the person away.
He glanced at the wine stains on his clothes and shrugged helplessly: "Today is a celebration banquet for Yuhao to win the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament. It seems I'll have to be impolite."
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