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Chapter 231 I Have a Dream!
Immediately, Wanwan and the others understood Wang Gan's meaning.
Because in the direction Xi Ying fled, a soaring sword intent suddenly rose up, almost splitting the clouds in two!
Then came distant screams, which eventually subsided into silence.

"This is?!"

Wanwan and the others' expressions changed. Such strong true power and such profound swordsmanship could only be achieved by one person in the whole world!
The greatest swordsman in the world—Song Que, the Heavenly Blade!

Sure enough, in just over ten breaths, a tall figure carrying a single sword appeared, seemingly slow but actually fast, shrinking the distance to an inch as he arrived!

What Song Que was holding in his hand was none other than the head of Xi Ying, who had just escaped!
Wang Gan had anticipated this, and a smirk appeared on his lips.
"Brother Song, I am so sorry for not welcoming you properly!"

Beneath Song Que's thick, yet clear, eyebrows, his shrewd eyes gleamed with a hint of scrutiny.
"With the Holy Emperor before me, I dare not address him as Your Majesty..."

Song Que spoke, his voice as solid and powerful as porcelain, with a crisp texture, which was very pleasant to hear.

When Wang Gan saw Song Que's appearance, he was even more surprised. What a handsome man! He was no less handsome than him!
The rumors that Song Que was not lacking in anything are indeed true!

"This is a small gift to mark our first meeting. It's nothing but a token of my appreciation."

Song Que casually tossed Xi Ying's head to the ground. The head of the third-ranked expert of the Demonic Sect rolled on the ground as if it were worthless.

And that is indeed the case. After all, whether it is one of the eight great masters of the Demonic Sect or an ordinary person, Song Que only needs one strike to behead them. So, in this respect, they are indeed worthless.

"Good sword skills!"

Wang Gan looked at the smooth, fresh wound on his head with an appreciative expression.

"Brother Song, you're too kind."

Song Que said calmly,
"Xi Ying is nothing more than someone I can easily kill, so there's no need to be polite."

But he immediately changed his tone, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction.
"But Brother Wang's behavior is somewhat unethical."

“They kidnapped my daughter Yuzhi back then, promising to make her the son-in-law of my Song clan, but later they disappeared without a trace and neglected my daughter.”

Song Que stared intently at Wang Gan.
"Isn't this a bit too disrespectful to my Song family?"

"This"

Wang Gan gave an awkward smile.
Indeed, he later traveled to various places for the sake of the Evil Emperor's Relic, and with so many women around, he neglected Song Yuzhi. Before leaving, he entrusted Song Yuzhi to Shan Meixian's care, since Ryukyu and Lingnan were not far apart and could be traveled by boat.

"Further words are useless. I came to find you not only to witness the Holy Emperor's unparalleled martial arts, but also to ask you one question."

"You say you want to conquer the world and use my Song Clan as a springboard, but you call yourself the Holy Emperor of the Demonic Sect. Even if your martial arts are unparalleled, how can you convince me, Song, to support your grand cause?"

Song Que stared directly at the person opposite him, his gaze sharp and scrutinizing.

Wang Gan laughed heartily.
"I have long heard that Brother Song is unwilling to support Yang Jian and chooses to defend Lingnan alone, precisely to uphold the orthodoxy of the Han people!"

"Among the major powers in the world today, how many are truly of Han Chinese descent?"

"Although the reputation of our Holy Sect has declined, it is still the most genuine orthodox Han Chinese tradition!"

The world at the end of the Sui Dynasty had gone through the Wei, Jin and Northern and Southern Dynasties, and indeed, the integration of multiple ethnic groups was a major trend. Even Li Mi's ancestors were Xianbei people, not to mention the other three major clans.

The Demonic Sect, which originated from the Hundred Schools of Thought, can indeed be considered the most authentic Han Chinese orthodoxy.

Song Que remained expressionless, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Everyone knows that Song Que is committed to upholding the Han dynasty, but to ask him to hand over his family business for this reason alone is too frivolous.

Wang Gan smiled slightly and spoke loudly.
"I have a dream: to divide people into different classes, with the Han people at the top, and the rest of the races to be ruled by a tyrannical and benevolent rule!"

"I have a dream that other races should have their languages ​​and races exterminated, and that the whole world should only speak Chinese!"

"I have a dream: the rest of the people are busy planting cotton in the fields, while the Han lords hold whips and stand high above!" "Brother Song, what do you think?"

After listening, Song Que hesitated, his lips twitching.

Given such a scenario, one can easily imagine the bloodshed required to accomplish it.

"You're being a bit too extreme."

He does support Han Chinese orthodoxy, but he doesn't want to destroy other people's countries or exterminate their people!
Wang Gan laughed it off, not taking it seriously.

"Of course, the legitimacy of the Han people is only one reason; the most important one is..."

Wang Gan revealed his gleaming white teeth, his hands clenched tightly, creating bursts of air!

"I am the strongest person in the world! I possess the greatest strength and unparalleled wisdom!"

"Stronger than anyone else in the world! An absolute king. If you are unwilling to support me, then I will simply take your teeth!"

"The strong don't need to explain themselves to the weak!"

Song Que was taken aback by these words, then burst into laughter. He knew perfectly well what Wang Gan meant.

Wang Gan's words undoubtedly revealed an unshakeable truth in the world: the strong can directly rape everything they see, and they don't need anyone else's consent!
Even though Cihang Jingzhai, which always claimed to be 'destined' and 'orthodox' in the original work, persuaded the two dragons one after another, in the end they still had to send Ning Daoqi and Song Que to fight each other before the outcome could be truly determined!

The emperor's rule is determined by the strength and power of his army; that is the only truth!

At this moment, Wang Gan's status and aura surpassed that of anyone Song Que had ever seen!
"What the greatest composure in the world!"

"You are so domineering and arrogant, I, Song, want to see if your martial arts are worthy of it!"

Song Que's face lit up with joy as he gripped his thick-backed broadsword.

“When I saw you strike the sky with your palm on the returning ship, I knew that your cultivation was no less than any grandmaster in this world, and perhaps even surpassed it.”

"I was so eager to carve you that I engraved you on the very top of the whetstone!"

Ever since he embarked on the path to meet Wang Gan, he had been looking forward to this battle!
Among the other three grandmasters in the world, he was truly unbeatable. Ning Daoqi and Fu Cai focused on cultivating their inner energy and were not good at fighting, let alone fighting to the death with him. He was confident that he could win at the cost of serious injury.

The only one who could possibly fight him with all his might was Bi Xuan, the Martial Venerable of the Turks, but the two were separated by great distances and could hardly meet.

That's why Wang Gan's appearance made Song Que so eager to fight him!
As Song Que spoke, his aura gradually subsided, revealing a powerful sword intent as awe-inspiring as the very heavens.
He gripped the scabbard, naturally emanating an immense and unparalleled aura that enveloped his opponent.

The Heavenly Blade was suddenly drawn!

"In the beginning of time, who passed on the teachings?"

This strike, vast, pure, and with a natural and harmonious charm, might appear to outsiders as a work of art, flawless.

But in Wang Gan's view, it was indeed a terrifying and earth-shattering attack!

The energy of heaven and earth was stirred, and the air waves rose into the sky like a rising tide!

The women watching the battle were all tense, blown about by the strong wind, but they didn't dare to blink, because this battle might very well be the strongest battle in the world!
"What a brilliant question from the Heavenly Blade!"

Wang Gan also looked delighted.

Song Que is undoubtedly the strongest martial artist of his time. Compared to those who possess swords or sabers, they are all mere children.
Just from this one slash, Wang Gan knew that Song Que had long since reached the realm of 'having nothing but the sword'!

(End of this chapter)