From martial arts sects to immortality sects

Chapter 129 The Number One in the World
As soon as Li Qingqiu emerged from the woods, he was spotted by people on the city wall.

"Someone!"

"Draw the bow!"

As the soldiers cried out in alarm, the leading general immediately raised his hand and gave the order. Hundreds of archers stood by the city wall and drew their bows toward Li Qingqiu.

Li Qingqiu remained expressionless. Lin Chuan, who was perched on his shoulder, chuckled and then burrowed into the ground, disappearing from sight.

Nangong E floated out of his body and hovered behind him. Her beautiful long hair stretched out like a group of snakes dancing, and her face suddenly changed from pretty to ferocious.

Seeing that Li Qingqiu did not stop, the general at the south gate frowned and immediately ordered, "Shoot him!"

Even if it's unclear whether the other party is Li Qingqiu, anyone who dares to come to Zhenyang Imperial City at this critical juncture must be extraordinary.

If he were the son of a powerful or wealthy person, he certainly wouldn't have come alone.

call out! call out! call out……

Hundreds of archers unleashed a barrage of arrows at Li Qingqiu, which terrified the warriors in the woods. They hadn't expected the general on the city wall to be so decisive, and the warriors who had previously advocated for a forced entry were now sweating profusely.

Li Qingqiu remained calm. As the rain of arrows fell, his figure began to flash rapidly, dodging the arrows along the way and quickly approaching the city gate.

This scene caused an uproar among the soldiers on the city wall. The Imperial Guards jumped down from the city wall and used their light footwork to charge towards Li Qingqiu.

Facing the Imperial Guards attacking from different directions, Li Qingqiu did not dodge. He waved his right hand forward, and streaks of sword energy flew out from his sleeve, transforming into sword shadows that pierced through the bodies of the Imperial Guards like lightning, pinning them to the city wall. The city wall trembled, blood spurted out, and huge blood flowers bloomed on the wall behind the Imperial Guards.

The martial artists in the woods stared wide-eyed, their faces showing expressions of utter disbelief.

The soldiers on the city wall were equally frightened. They knew very well the strength of the Imperial Guards. To say that one could fight against a hundred was to underestimate the Imperial Guards. In the end, so many Imperial Guards could not withstand a single move from the enemy.
Li Qingqiu arrived at the city gate and unleashed a terrifying aura, directly shattering the gate from a distance and sending dozens of soldiers flying behind it, their screams echoing incessantly.

The noise was so loud that Xuan Gong, the Imperial Guards, and the Demon Soldiers in the distant square all heard it and turned to look.

Zhao Zhi, who was discussing the elixir of immortality with Master Jiang, also heard this. He turned around, his brows furrowed, and anger gradually spread across his face.

"This Li Qingqiu really dares to come? I want to see if he has the same skills as the Taoist Bai Shu!"

Zhao Zhi sneered, his words filled with murderous intent. The ministers on the platform looked at each other, unable to hear the sounds from afar and unaware of the situation at the south gate.

Sudden.

"Woo——"

A horn sounded from the direction of the south gate, its high-pitched and far-reaching blast plunging Zhenyang Imperial City into a tense and ominous atmosphere. Windows of many buildings in the city were opened as people, merchants, and officials peered out, their faces filled with tension and worry, fearing that the armies of the seven states were about to attack again.

the other side.

Dust swirled inside the south gate as Li Qingqiu strolled out. Ahead lay a long street leading straight to the center of the city, over six zhang wide, offering a wide view. From here, one could even see the majestic outline of the imperial palace.

Soldiers surrounded him from both sides, blocking his way. Behind them, Imperial Guards leaped onto the rooftops of buildings on both sides of the long street. Their faces were masked and their clothes were black, making them look like vengeful ghosts. At a glance, it was impossible to count how many of them there were.

At the end of the long street, rows of black-armored soldiers carrying shields strode forward, their killing intent palpable.

Behind Li Qingqiu, the soldiers on the city wall drew their bows again and aimed them at him.

At this moment, Li Qingqiu was surrounded, and the sound of horses' hooves could be heard in the distance. Facing thousands of troops alone, he remained calm.

He deliberately made such a commotion to disturb the emperor and the whole city. With Lin Chuan watching over him, he wasn't afraid the emperor would escape.

He was going to storm in squarely, crush everyone's courage, and shatter the illusions of the powerful and wealthy in the city. He wanted Zhao Zhi to die in despair.

Zhao Zhi and his demonic sect have ravaged the world for two or three decades, causing countless families to be broken and people to die. Even Li Qingqiu's abandonment by her parents was partly due to Zhao Zhi's karma. If Zhao Zhi were killed casually, not only Li Qingqiu, but the people of the world would not feel at ease.

Li Qingqiu gripped the Tianhong Sword at his waist and slowly drew it out. The sword flashed, and after drawing it, he casually placed it to his side with the tip pointing downwards, as if drawing out a crescent moon, the sword light lingering in the air.

A member of the Imperial Guard stepped on the rooftops, crushing tiles with his footsteps. He ran swiftly to the end of the road, leaped into the air, drew his sword, and charged at Li Qingqiu.

As soon as he took off, the other Imperial Guards moved in unison, and the soldiers began to form ranks.

Li Qingqiu also moved. He took a step forward and disappeared, like a gust of wind rushing towards the army formation in front of him, directly knocking away hundreds of soldiers. When he reappeared, many Imperial Guards attacked from all directions, like a swarm of locusts crossing a river, trying to overwhelm him.

War is imminent!
Li Qingqiu unleashed a sword strike, its aura spreading outwards, annihilating the Imperial Guards attacking from all directions. He continued to stroll forward, sword energy swirling around the blade. With each swing, he killed several soldiers and Imperial Guards, blood gushing forth and staining the long street.

boom--

With a deafening roar, a member of the Imperial Guard leaped forward, his right foot ablaze with flames, moving like a streak of meteors, unstoppable.

Li Qingqiu slightly turned his body, easily dodging his foot. At the same time, he thrust his sword into the man's chest, slamming him to the ground. Shards flew everywhere, and the mask of the Imperial Guard shattered instantly. The sound of bones breaking echoed like music, revealing a terrified and incredulous face as blood gushed from his mouth.

Li Qingqiu didn't look at him and stepped directly over him.

As the enemy swarmed in, Li Qingqiu moved with graceful ease, dodging attacks by simply turning left and right, and each time he dodged, he would also draw his sword.

As he advanced, corpses fell behind him. This scene deeply disturbed the other soldiers, especially those on the city wall, who could see it more clearly: the arms of the archers were trembling, and their faces were covered in beads of cold sweat.

Li Qingqiu did not use any magic; he relied entirely on his swordsmanship and agility to kill the enemy. Even when he was deep in enemy territory, he displayed an invincible presence.

As he stepped onto the long staircase, he drew closer and closer to the black-armored shield soldiers approaching him. These black-armored shield soldiers were the demon soldiers that Li Sifeng had mentioned.

Zhao Zhi's trump card: the Divine Martial Soldiers!
The Divine Warriors were clad in heavy black armor, their faces mostly obscured by helmets. Their eyes were fixed on Li Qingqiu, all filled with cold, murderous intent, and they were not intimidated by the power Li Qingqiu displayed.

……

A member of the Imperial Guard used his lightness skill to leap swiftly from the rooftop to the plaza, arriving at the foot of the platform in a few steps. He raised his hands in a fist salute and shouted loudly:

"Your Majesty, Li Qingqiu has already stormed the South Gate and is advancing along Chang Le Street, causing hundreds of casualties!"

wow——

The ministers on the platform had not expected Li Qingqiu to be so powerful, and the thirty-six prisoners kneeling on the platform slowly raised their heads upon hearing this.

On the other side of the platform, imperial guards were escorting more prisoners into the square. Some of these prisoners were soldiers from the armies of the seven states, while others came from the martial arts world. Upon hearing this, they all became excited.

"Has someone come to rescue us?"

"Who is Li Qingqiu? I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before..."

"Li Qingqiu is the sect leader of Qingxiao Sect, the number one swordsman in the world. Even the Sword God is no match for him. With his arrival, we truly have hope!"

"Number one in the world? Is he really that powerful?"

"Did Li Qingqiu come alone, or did the entire Qingxiao Sect storm in together?"

The prisoners chattered excitedly, remaining agitated despite being whipped by the imperial guards beside them. Some even burst into laughter and cursed Zhao Zhi.

On the stage.

Zhao Zhi's face was so dark it was almost dripping with water. He ordered in a deep voice, "Lord Xuan! Seize him for me!"

"Yes!"

After finishing his words, Xuan Gong quickly left.

Master Qingxiao knelt on the ground as his senses gradually returned. He had been imprisoned at the lowest level of the dungeon for thirty years. He was not used to sunlight and could not open his eyes. Only after kneeling for so long did he gradually regain his vision and hearing.

He heard the words "Qingxiao Sect".

He didn't know who Li Qingqiu was, nor did he know if there was another Qingxiao Sect in the world.

A minister approached Zhao Zhi and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, would you like to leave?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhi glanced at him with icy eyes, which frightened him so much that he trembled all over and quickly retreated.

"Number one in the world? Ridiculous! I am the number one in the world!"

Zhao Zhi roared angrily, then turned to look at Master Jiang and said, "Master, I want more inner cores!"

Master Jiang frowned, sighed, and said, "Very well."

He took out a white jade bottle from his sleeve and tossed it to Zhao Zhi. Then, he turned to look at the black banner scorched by the flames, his eyes filled with an inscrutable expression.

……

On both sides of Chang Le Street, more and more imperial guards leaped onto the rooftops, their eyes fixed on a figure on the street, filled with fear and unease.

Under their watchful eyes, Li Qingqiu shattered the thick black armor of a Divine Warrior with a single sword strike, severing his head from his indestructible body. Black blood gushed out, staining the ground with patches of black flowers.

The Divine Warriors, feared even by the Imperial Guards, couldn't withstand a single sword strike from Li Qingqiu.

In front of Li Qingqiu, whether they were Divine Warriors or Imperial Guards, they were no different from ordinary soldiers. No one could hurt him, and no one could withstand a single move from him.

On the crowded street, Li Qingqiu's blue robe stood out so conspicuously. He never stopped walking, and his aura alone overshadowed the entire Divine Martial Army. Even though there were still a steady stream of Divine Martial soldiers coming from behind, the Imperial Guards were terrified, and a strong sense of unease filled the hearts of every Imperial Guard.

If even the Imperial Guards are treated this way, one can only imagine how it is for ordinary soldiers.

A general clad in golden armor arrived at the top of the tall building. Holding a long spear, he looked at Li Qingqiu's figure with a face full of fear.

He was Lin Xiao, the commander of the Imperial Guards of Zhenyang Imperial City. He was also a martial arts champion and his martial arts skills had long been mastered. He had also roamed the martial arts world before, and he had never seen such a powerful person.

Aside from his quick reflexes, Li Qingqiu's moves are not particularly unique, yet those seemingly light sword techniques always inflict tremendous damage and are invincible.

Lin Xiao, who was always brave and fearless in battle, was afraid at this moment and dared not go down to stop Li Qingqiu.

(End of this chapter)