The strongest warrior of the Great Qian Dynasty

The spear in the hands of the sixth steward, about twenty feet long, rang out with a clang after being infused with true energy, and also emitted bursts of cold light.

Li Qingshan gripped the ghost-head broadsword in a reverse grip, not in a hurry to continue the attack. He had a premonition that today's battle would increase his combat experience.

After all, although he was a king of soldiers in his previous life, his combat experience was based on the fact that he was an ordinary person. But now that he has true qi, things have changed drastically.

"Kid, if you don't reveal your identity now, you might never have another chance."

When you go down to report to the King of Hell, you mustn't blame this old man.

The sixth steward squinted and snorted coldly, as if he were talking about a very simple matter. However, his hand holding the spear was trembling slightly, clearly because he had felt the pressure from Li Qingshan during the battle just now.

"identity?!"

Li Qingshan grinned and responded with a mocking expression.

"You old bastard, if you're so capable, then use your abilities to take my identity."

Upon hearing this, the sixth steward was clearly enraged.

"court death!"

He roared, and the true energy in his dantian exploded at that moment.

He seemed to transform into a blur, and the spear in his hand was like a venomous snake, constantly thrusting and finally turning into a sharp roar as it struck Li Qingshan's throat.

This attack was incredibly fast!

It was so fast that Li Qingshan couldn't even react in time.

It was an incredibly fast advance that couldn't be detected by the naked eye; it was clearly a special martial art that the opponent had been practicing for decades.

Incredibly, Li Qingshan did not dodge in the face of such a terrifying attack.

He stomped his foot suddenly, and the Yellow Court Scripture rang in his ears. Rolling true energy poured into his surrounding acupoints and the ghost head knife in his hand as if it were free.

Then the Ghost Head Greatsword transformed into a semi-circle in the air, its blade carrying a turbid true energy intertwined with yin and yang, and directly collided with the spear.

clang!

The broadsword and spear clashed, creating sparks that resembled metal.

An even more terrifying shockwave spread outwards from the point where the two met, shattering the surrounding banquet tables and chairs.

In an instant, all sorts of delicacies turned into filth, splattering all around, while drinks scattered everywhere. Like rain, they crashed against the surrounding walls, creating a spectacle.

Upon their rematch, the sixth steward felt a sudden sinking feeling in his heart, and his hands trembled slightly.

He felt a chill run down his spine.

"Where did this freak come from? Or is he a scion of some family who came here specifically to provoke the Marquis's mansion?"

Damn it, the First Madam and her family had just left when this happened. I should have left the Marquis's mansion instead of enjoying myself here.

Although the sixth steward cursed inwardly, he also understood that Li Qingshan's strength was too terrifying. He even felt as if a mountain had smashed into his hand with that attack.

However, the Sixth Steward was, after all, a veteran expert with extremely powerful true energy, and he immediately thought of a countermeasure.

Taking advantage of the moment when Li Qingshan's old strength had just been exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated, he suddenly closed in, and the spear in his hand was shortened by several feet by half of his grip.

He then used the momentum to leap forward, swinging his spear in a semi-circle to strike his lower body.

This single strike was enough to shatter jade and break stone, and destroy an artificial mountain.

"Well done!"

Upon seeing this attack, Li Qingshan was not alarmed; instead, he laughed heartily, feeling extremely exhilarated.

Since he began practicing the "Purifying White Lotus Mantra," his spiritual power has been continuously increasing, and he has naturally sensed many unusual things.

That's why I was able to sense the many tricks this old scoundrel in front of me had.

At this moment, his true energy surged to the major acupoints on his hands.

clang!

The spear that swept across with the force of splitting a mountain was blocked by him once again, and he forced his opponent to fall down quickly.

However, Li Qingshan had no intention of letting the other party continue to use their methods. Instead, he roared and charged forward.

"My turn, you old scoundrel!"

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, his killing intent surged, and a surge of heroic spirit filled his chest.

Within his dantian, the true energy exploded like water droplets thrown into a hot oil pan. The churning true energy was instantly absorbed into the ghost-head broadsword in his hand.

In an instant, the once ancient and simple broadsword seemed to be resurrected with ghostly heads and possessed by vengeful spirits. The dark red cracks at this moment were like blood-red abysses, or like centipedes crawling and twisting wildly.

Upon seeing this, the sixth steward's pupils constricted sharply, and he began to have second thoughts.

Judging from his aura alone, he was already at a disadvantage, and from the battle just now, he also understood that he was no match for the young man in front of him in terms of cultivation.

If the fight continues, he will not only be unable to defeat his opponent, but he may even die here.

His feet were rooted to the ground like iron nails, and he dared not make the slightest other movement. It wasn't that he didn't want to escape, but that he understood he was completely targeted by Li Qingshan.

There was no way to escape; if he tried to flee, he would only face an even more tragic death.

This attack covered an area of ​​several feet in the surrounding area.

If he had the agility of Lord Zhang, perhaps he might have a chance to escape. But for him, there was simply nowhere to run.

"Splitting Mount Hua in two!"

Li Qingshan leaped into the air, locking his entire body onto the Sixth Steward, and at that moment, his aura became completely unified.

This move doesn't involve any fancy techniques; it's just simple, powerful strikes and a lock-on.

Pfft!

In the blink of an eye, the iron spear in the hands of the Sixth Steward was cleaved into pieces.

He was cleaved to the ground, blood dripping slowly down his shoulder, his face pale, and his aura unusually weak.

A metal pellet the size of a finger pierced through his dantian.

The surrounding true energy seemed to flee wildly as if it didn't care about its own life, and in no time it had become a cripple.

"You win!"

The sixth steward, with a bitter smile on his face, stared intently at Li Qingshan, as if trying to memorize his appearance completely.

But Li Qingshan stepped forward, waved his hand slightly, and dispersed the ghost-headed broadsword in his hand before asking in a cold voice.

"Tell me, why are only you stewards left in the Marquis of Changning's mansion?"

Where did those ladies go? And why did they leave?

Li Qingshan's words caused the Sixth Steward to reveal a sinister smile. He spat out a mouthful of blood and stared coldly at Li Qingshan.

"I'm just a useless person now, why should I answer your question? At worst, I'll just die."

But Li Qingshan's words sent a chill down his spine.

"Indeed, you have no choice but to die. But have you considered how you will die? Will you be torn to pieces, or will you pass away peacefully?"