I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

It felt that its power was no weaker than its opponent's, and even more ferocious in some aspects, but it just couldn't hit them. Even when it occasionally grazed them, it was easily neutralized by the opponent's profound and pure spiritual power.

Instead, he was constantly being hit by the opponent's seemingly nonchalant counterattacks, causing his blood and qi to churn and the strange patterns on his body to dim a bit.

After once again overwhelmingly repelling the strange consciousness, the Qing Tong clan chief did not continue the pursuit. Instead, he said, "You should thank me for appreciating talent, otherwise you would have died here long ago. How about I give you another chance?"

"Get out, you old geezer, you have no right to speak to me!"

The eerie consciousness roared in fury, its attacks becoming even more frenzied, but this also exposed more weaknesses in its defenses.

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Qing Tong clan chief, who felt that the time was almost right.

"Stubborn to the end, then die."

He shook his head and sighed, as if lamenting a junior who wouldn't listen to advice.
As soon as he finished speaking, the aura of the Qing Tong clan chief suddenly changed!
The focus is no longer on dodging and observation, but on taking the initiative!

He moved with lightning speed, instantly cutting into the gap in the strange consciousness's attack, which was slightly slowed by anger, and struck out with a palm!
This palm strike, seemingly ordinary, contained the essence of the "Qingtong Zhenyue Palm," which the Qingtong Clan Chief had cultivated for decades. The palm force was as powerful as a mountain, and it also carried an aura of suppression and confinement, locking down the space around the strange consciousness!

The eerie consciousness's pupils contracted sharply as it tried to dodge, only to find its body sinking into a quagmire, its movements a beat too slow!

The palm print, powerful enough to shatter mountains, was about to be imprinted on his head!

Just then!

A sudden change has occurred!

The eerie consciousness's previously scarlet and frenzied left eye, and its cold and numb right eye, instantly regained their clarity!

No, it has transformed into an absolutely calm, absolutely indifferent gaze that looks down upon all living beings!

Zhang Yangqing, who had been observing from the depths of his consciousness, has finally "logoed" online!

Just as the Qing Tong clan chief's hand was about to touch his head, Zhang Yangqing's right hand rose at an incredible angle and speed, his five fingers like iron hoops, precisely gripping the Qing Tong clan chief's wrist!

The movements were fluid and natural, as if they had been waiting there all along.

Chief Qing Tong felt a sudden tightening on his wrist, and an indescribable, overwhelming force surged through him. His palm strike, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, vanished instantly, like a mud ox entering the sea!

Even more terrifying, his wrist seemed to be welded to the other's five fingers, and no matter how much he tried to activate his spiritual power, he couldn't move it at all!
The composure and confidence on the Qing Tong clan chief's face vanished instantly, replaced by extreme shock and an undisguised sense of apprehension!

He looked into Zhang Yangqing's eyes.

That look in his eyes was completely different from the madness, tyranny, and arrogance he had shown just moments before.

It was eerily calm, like a bottomless, icy pool, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, containing only a condescending indifference, like a god scrutinizing an ant.

This is definitely not that weird, confused guy from before!
"Watch closely, this is how you use power."

Zhang Yangqing spoke softly, as if talking to himself, or perhaps instructing someone.

Before he finished speaking, he gripped the Qing Tong clan chief's wrist with his five fingers and twisted it slightly.

There was no earth-shattering fanfare.

There was only a faint "crack" sound, like rotten wood breaking.

"Ah!" Chief Qing Tong let out a shrill scream, cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead!
His entire right arm, from wrist to shoulder joint, all the bones, meridians, and acupoints, were instantly shattered and disordered by this "twist," just like a delicate piece of porcelain, by a force that was both exquisitely skillful and domineeringly powerful!
His entire arm went limp and hung down in an instant, completely useless!
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yangqing casually flicked his wrist.

The Qing Tong clan chief's tall body flew backward uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a thick spirit stone pillar in the main hall.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, slid to the ground in a disheveled state, his face ashen, his eyes filled with unbelievable terror!

The same body, the same cultivation foundation, but different 'people' controlling it, the combat power and skills displayed are worlds apart!

Just moments ago, the Qing Tong clan chief had the upper hand, playing the cat and mouse game, but in a single exchange, he lost an arm and was seriously injured, coughing up blood!

"Who are you?!" Chief Qing Tong asked hoarsely, enduring the excruciating pain and fear.

He was absolutely certain that the person in front of him was definitely not the strange consciousness from before!

That exquisite control over power, that unfathomable gaze and demeanor—this is definitely an old monster who has lived for countless years and has an extremely rich combat experience!

Zhang Yangqing shook his hand and replied, "An ordinary miner."

His tone was flat, yet it sent a chill down the spine of the Qing Tong clan chief and made him feel a sense of absurdity.

An ordinary miner? What ordinary miner could cripple a clan leader at the peak of the Celestial Realm in a single move?!

Zhang Yangqing stopped wasting words. He raised his left hand and gently gestured towards the void outside the hall. "Sword, come."

Two words: unremarkable.

However, the next moment!
"Whoosh!!!"

A dazzling stream of light, capable of tearing through all darkness, shot in from outside the main hall as if by teleportation!

It moved at incredible speed, with a sharp whooshing sound and a soul-stirring sacred majesty, and landed steadily in Zhang Yangqing's outstretched left hand!

It was that holy sword that contained the law of light!
The Holy Sword seemed to be in tune with Zhang Yangqing's mind. As soon as he got his hands on it, the sword emitted a slight hum. The crystal-clear sword body was radiant with light, and it seemed as if countless stars were cheering and jumping inside!
Previously, when using the eerie consciousness, there was a sense of rejection, and it was even incompatible with its use. Forcing its use would result in a backlash.

In Zhang Yangqing's hands, it vanished completely, becoming as easy as an extension of his arm, a perfect unity between man and sword!

The moment the Qing Tong clan chief saw the holy sword, his pupils contracted violently again!

He sensed a terrifying power emanating from this sword that far exceeded his understanding and belonged to the level of "laws"!
Seeing Zhang Yangqing wield the sword so naturally, as if the sword were an integral part of his body, I felt an unprecedented, chilling premonition of death!

He started to panic, he completely panicked!

"Wait, wait! We can talk! Any conditions are acceptable! I..."

The Qing Tong clan chief spoke incoherently, attempting a final struggle and pleading for peace.

However, Zhang Yangqing gave him no chance at all.

The moment Zhang Yangqing acquired the Holy Sword, his entire demeanor seemed to merge with the sword, becoming more ethereal, more majestic, and more terrifying!
An invisible aura of law, transcending the world, emanated from him and locked onto the heavily injured Qing Tong clan leader.

In the desperate, widened pupils of the Qing Tong clan chief, he even saw a huge, blood-red to black "danger" character appear above Zhang Yangqing's head, radiating an ominous and final aura!

This strike will be earth-shattering! Unstoppable!
Zhang Yangqing flicked his wrist slightly, and the holy sword was presented smoothly.

There are no fancy sword moves with names, and no earth-shattering prelude.

It was just the simplest and most direct thrust.

But this stab contains the true meaning of the Law of Light: "penetration", "purification" and "order"!
Wherever the sword light passed, the space seemed to be ironed flat, and all the chaos, filth, and resistance were forcibly corrected and purified!
Chief Qing Tong tried his best, even burning his life essence, to use a life-saving secret technique or dodge.

However, under the lock of the law's power, all his movements became slow and futile.

He could only watch helplessly as the crystalline sword light magnified in his vision until it filled the entire world.

"Pfft."

After a soft sound.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Chief Qing Tong stood frozen in place, his face still showing extreme fear and bewilderment.

A very thin streak of light ran straight down from the center of his brow, traversing his entire body.

The next moment, his body slowly parted to the sides along the trail of light, the cut as smooth as a mirror, with hardly any blood flowing out, because the wound was instantly burned and sealed by the purifying power attached to the holy sword.

The current patriarch of the Qing Tong family, a top expert in the Celestial Realm, was cut in half from top to bottom by a single sword strike and collapsed to the ground with a thud!

Just then, a jumble of footsteps and shouts came from outside the main hall.

Eagle Eye Miner, veteran miner, and a large number of miners who had stormed into the core area of ​​the castle broke through the palace gate and witnessed this incredibly shocking scene!
They saw the Qing Tong clan chief, who had once been as high and mighty as a god, controlling their lives and deaths and symbolizing insurmountable authority, cut in two like a rag and lying at the feet of the young figure they followed, dressed in tattered miner's clothes.

Dead silence.

Immediately following was a deafening roar of cheers, like a volcanic eruption!
"The clan leader is dead!!"

"Chief Qing Tong is dead!!"

"We won!!"

"Long live the eldest brother!!"

Cheers, shouts, cries, catharsis!
Countless complex emotions exploded in the hearts of the surviving miners, eventually transforming into a fanatical worship of Zhang Yangqing, as if he were a god!

The remaining core members and disciples of the Qing Tong family inside the main hall were ashen-faced and trembling all over. Some were limp on the ground, some were kneeling and begging for mercy, and some had completely lost the will to resist.

Zhang Yangqing slowly sheathed his sword, the holy sword's light receding. (End of Chapter)