SWDnovel Chapter 281 The Sword God of Liyang Lost!
Chapter 281 The Sword God of Liyang Lost!
These two simple words instantly ignited an unprecedented light in Li Chunfeng's eyes!
That was the radiance of a sword fanatic when he finally met his true opponent!
That's the radiance of a strong person when they can finally fight with all their might!
That is--
The Sword God of Liyang, the most dazzling light of his life!
Li Chunfeng raised his hand.
It points to Qin Mu.
The voice was old and ethereal, yet it was like a thunderclap that exploded across the entire night sky!
"please!"
The moment the words fell—
The boundless sword intent stirred!
It didn't fall.
It wasn't a slash.
It's about convergence!
Ten thousand sword intents and ten thousand kinds of light surged in from all directions!
They come together, intertwine, and merge!
finally--
It coalesced into a beam of sword light!
A sword light that was dazzling, pure, and powerful to the extreme!
The sword light slowly descended from the night sky.
The moon-white figure descended towards the center of the square.
Wherever the sword light passed, the air froze, time stood still, and space distorted.
It was as if the entire world had submitted to this sword strike.
Qin Mu raised his head and looked at the descending sword light.
His eyes were filled with genuine appreciation at that moment.
There's still a glimmer—
The will to fight.
The true will to fight.
That's the fighting spirit that ignites when a strong person encounters a truly strong person.
He raised his hand.
The movements were still slow and casual.
But this time—
His hand no longer flicked lightly.
But -
make a fist.
Then, he threw a punch!
"boom--!!!"
A deafening roar echoed through the sky!
The dazzling sword light collided violently with the clenched fist in mid-air!
The shockwave generated by the impact swept outwards in all directions like a raging torrent!
Wherever it went, the ground of the white marble square cracked inch by inch!
The swords that fell from the night sky were violently shaken by the shockwave, emitting thousands of metallic groans!
The doors of the Tianqi Hall were violently flung open with a loud bang!
The candles in the hall went out instantly!
Zhang Julu staggered back a few steps, barely managing to stand up by grabbing the long table!
The golden pillar that Gu Jiantang was supporting had its dragon relief carving shaken, causing countless fragments to fall from its surface!
Zhao Qingxue's body swayed slightly from the shockwave.
But she clung tightly to the window frame and did not fall.
He just stared intently out the window, at the night sky illuminated by the sword light.
Staring at the two figures standing opposite each other.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
The dazzling sword light and the clenched fist remained locked in a stalemate in mid-air.
one second.
two seconds.
three seconds.
Then--
The sword light shattered.
Starting from the top, it shattered inch by inch!
The dazzling light transformed into countless specks of light, drifting and scattering like the most magnificent fireworks in the night sky!
The dust of light slowly drifted down, landing on Qin Mu and his moon-white robe, giving him a faint golden halo!
He stood there quietly, surrounded by swirling dust, like a deity descending from the heavens!
Li Chunfeng stood still, motionless.
He looked up at the dust particles falling from the sky.
Watching the sword light slowly dissipate.
There was no disappointment or resentment in his eyes.
There was only a deep, almost pious awe.
There's still a glimmer—
I feel relieved.
He finally found out.
They realized how vast the gap was between themselves and true immortals on land.
I learned how fragile a sword, forged with a lifetime of effort, is in the face of true power.
I know now—
This life has not been lived in vain.
A slow smile curved the corners of Li Chunfeng's lips.
In that arc, there is relief, there is satisfaction, there is a sense of finally seeing the true Dao... without regret.
His body swayed slightly.
Then, slowly, he fell down.
But just as his body was about to touch the ground—
A hand supported him.
Li Chunfeng raised his head.
What I saw was Qin Mu's smiling, handsome face.
"Master Li."
Qin Mu's voice was very gentle, as gentle as a spring breeze:
"Your sword is very good."
"It is your honor to fight against me."
Li Chunfeng looked at him, at the sincere appreciation in those deep eyes.
An indescribable warmth welled up in my heart.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something.
But in the end, she only whispered:
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Qin Mu smiled gently.
Help him to his feet.
In the night sky, those swords began to slowly fall.
They drifted down from the night sky like millions of light feathers, landing in every corner of the palace.
They returned to their owners.
They fell back to their original positions.
The moonlight shone down again.
The night breeze began to blow again.
Everything has returned to calm.
It was as if the astonishing scene just now was merely a dream.
But the cracked plaza, the broken dragon pillar, and the sword fragments scattered all over the ground.
This proves—
That wasn't a dream.
That was a real war.
That was a true battle of the strong, worthy of being recorded in history.
Zhao Qingxue stood by the window, looking at the two figures outside.
Looking at the man who helped Li Chunfeng up.
I noticed specks of dust on his moon-white robe.
Those deep purple phoenix eyes were now filled with the relief of surviving a calamity.
She looked at the man.
Looking at his smiling, ever-composed face.
Suddenly, she realized that all her previous struggles, resentment, and hatred had vanished.
Everything became so insignificant.
because--
This man is worth her giving up everything for.
This man is worth her life's commitment.
This man—
It was Zhao Qingxue, her future husband.
Inside the Tianqi Hall, there was a deathly silence.
Gu Jiantang leaned against the wall, as if he were frozen in place.
His eyes widened in disbelief, his pupils filled with shock.
The color drained from his once resolute face, leaving only a blank, bewildered expression.
He looked at the sky.
Looking at the night sky that was gradually returning to calm.
Watching the sword lights slowly drift down from the sky.
Looking at the moon-white figure standing in the center of the square, helping Li Chunfeng up.
His hands were trembling violently.
It wasn't a trembling of fear.
It was shocking.
A profound and indescribable shock.
"The Imperial Preceptor..."
He murmured, his voice hoarse and low, with a tremor he himself was unaware of.
"The Imperial Advisor has lost..."
"Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage... We've lost..."
His mind was blank.
Only that scene remained, replaying frantically—
The dazzling sword light fell from the night sky.
The clenched fist was used to deliver a powerful punch.
The sword light shattered.
Dust and light fell from the sky.
The Imperial Advisor collapsed.
Gu Jiantang's knees suddenly felt weak.
He gripped Jinzhu's hand tightly and suddenly tightened his grip.
"impossible……"
He murmured, his voice carrying an almost desperate denial.
"This is impossible..."
"How could the Imperial Advisor lose...?"
"That's like ten thousand swords paying homage..."
"That was the sword strike of the Sword God Li Yang, the culmination of his entire life's work..."
He was speaking incoherently, not even knowing what he was saying.
It was just an instinctive urge to deny it.
I want to refuse to accept this reality.
But there stood that moon-white figure outside the window.
Living and breathing.
Unharmed.
He was supported by his imperial advisor.
This proves—
All of this is true.
Tears suddenly welled up in Gu Jiantang's eyes.
The tears came without warning, yet surged uncontrollably.
He joined the army at the age of twenty, became famous at the age of thirty, and became the Grand General of Liyang at the age of forty.
Over the years, he has witnessed countless life-and-death situations and experienced countless bloody battles.
He thought he had stopped crying long ago.
But at this moment, tears flowed uncontrollably.
It wasn't because the Imperial Advisor lost.
Rather, it's because—
He suddenly realized how ridiculous his previous challenge to Qin Mu had been.
He thought he was a Celestial Realm expert, enough to look down on all others.
He believed that as long as he risked his life, he could win back the dignity for His Majesty.
But only now did he understand—
Faced with true power, his proud Mountain-Splitting Slash was nothing but a joke.
Even the Imperial Advisor's "Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage" technique was shattered by a single punch.
What was the significance of his sword strike?
Gu Jiantang slowly lowered his head.
Looking at my hands, which were still trembling.
Looking at the congealed wound on the tiger's mouth.
Those hands that had wielded a sword for thirty years now seemed so powerless.
So insignificant.
That's ridiculous.
His shoulders trembled violently.
An emotion more devastating than crying welled up inside me.
But he gritted his teeth, refusing to make a sound.
She just stood there, head down, letting her tears flow silently.
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