Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

"Heh...heh..."

Xie Qidao opened his mouth wide, and a broken, hissing sound came from his throat.

He wanted to beg for mercy.

As a top assassin, he had killed countless people in his life and also witnessed countless people begging for mercy before their deaths.

He used to scoff at this, thinking it was a sign of weakness.

But at this moment, when the real fear of death overwhelmed him like a tidal wave, he realized that he was not much more noble than those who perished under the blade.

He doesn't want to die!

He is the head of the Xie family of the Dark River, a powerful figure in the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm. He still has a lot of wealth and glory to enjoy and his ambition to dominate the martial arts world to be realized!

How could they just die here without knowing why?

Died at the hands of a man in his pajamas?!

"Spare...spare my life..."

Although he couldn't make a sound, his mouth was frantically repeating the two words.

Those were the most humble words he had ever spoken in his life, and also his last words.

however.

Su Changqing didn't even glance at his lips, nor did he spare him a single glance.

Su Changqing merely frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over the mess scattered across the first floor of the tavern.

Broken tables and chairs, a broken staircase, and shocking bloodstains (mostly from Lei Wujie and his group).

This is the home he finally managed to renovate after a lot of effort.

It's his cozy little home with his wife and kids.

Now, these rats have turned it into this horrible mess.

and……

That strong smell of blood will definitely make Nuonuo feel uncomfortable if she smells it when she wakes up later.

Children can't stand this smell.

"It's noisy."

Su Changqing shook his head, his tone revealing a deep sense of disgust.

It wasn't just the noise; the very presence of this group of people was like a huge blob of noise, polluting his peaceful little world.

"Noisy."

Su Changqing uttered two words softly.

This is neither a lion's roar nor some kind of sonic power.

These two words were like a casual comment he made while teaching his daughter to draw.

It was calm, casual, and devoid of any murderous intent.

but.

The moment those two words were uttered.

It's as if the whole world has been deleted.

hum-

An indescribable fluctuation of rules emanated from Su Changqing and spread out instantly!

That's the first move of "The Tribulations of All Gods"—Heaven and Earth are Unmerciful!

This time, however, Su Changqing did not use a sword, but directly used the most essential meaning of this sword move - silence and annihilation!

Under the horrified gazes of everyone.

The black sword in Xie Qidao's hand, which had accompanied him in battle for many years and was stained with countless blood, crumbled inch by inch without warning, just like a sand sculpture that had been weathered!

There were no flying fragments, nor the crisp sound of metal breaking.

The incredibly hard black iron blade was instantly reduced to the finest iron powder, which silently dissipated into the air!

Followed by.

It is Xie Qidao himself.

His feet began to turn transparent, and then, like a painting being erased by an eraser, they gradually disappeared!

Then came the calves, thighs, torso...

There was no gushing blood, no bloody mess.

It was as if he had never existed at all; he was completely erased from the material world!

"ah--!!!"

Although no sound could be heard, everyone seemed to hear Xie Qidao's desperate scream from the depths of his soul!

That is the ultimate fear of watching your body disappear bit by bit, and being powerless to stop it!

At last.

All that remained was the head.

The head was still suspended in the air, maintaining the same height as before.

Those eyes stared intently at Su Changqing, filled with regret, fear, resentment, and the last vestige of attachment to this world.

Snapped.

It's like a soap bubble bursting.

The head vanished into nothingness in an instant, leaving not even a single hair behind.

A peak expert of the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm, a generation of hero of the Xie family of the Dark River, was wiped out in front of everyone by just two words.

Not even a trace was left!

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

This time, there was truly no sound. Even the heartbeat seemed to have stopped.

Lei Wujie remained in the same position, arms outstretched, blocking the stairwell, but he could no longer feel the pain in his body.

He stared blankly at the empty air before him, where just moments ago stood a killing god who had tried to cleave him in two.

"Am I...am I dreaming?"

Lei Wujie muttered to himself and pinched his thigh hard.

Ouch—it hurts!

Not a dream!

"Oh my god..."

Wushuang plopped down on the ground, the sword box in his hand crashing onto the floor with a loud bang.

His proud swordsmanship was struck by an unprecedented blow at this moment.

He always thought that the ultimate swordsmanship was like Li Hanyi, whose sword could pierce nineteen provinces with its light, or like his master, whose sword could cut through water and make it flow even more.

But now he realizes that the true ultimate achievement is this subtle, silent... annihilation!

No need to draw a sword, no need for moves, not even need to lift a finger.

Words become law, and all things are annihilated!

This is no longer martial arts, this is a miracle!

It's a technique that only legendary immortals could master!

Xiao Se leaned against the corner of the wall, panting heavily, his back soaked with cold sweat.

Although he had witnessed Su Changqing's methods, such as the one chopstick that severed the sky and the one cup of enlightenment tea.

But while those methods were ingenious, they still retained a degree of "humanity."

What just happened was a blatant act of divine punishment!

That attitude of disregarding life and controlling the rules sent a chill down his spine, even though he was used to grand occasions.

"Thank goodness... thank goodness I didn't offend him back then..." Xiao Se thought to himself with a sense of relief.

After dealing with Xie Qidao, Su Changqing did not stop.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze passing over the broken door to the Dark River assassins on the street outside, who were already terrified.

The assassins wearing spider masks were frozen in place, as if under a spell, too afraid to move.

They witnessed firsthand how their patriarch disappeared.

That unknown fear was ten thousand times more terrifying than killing them outright!

"Run...run!"

I don't know who shouted first, but their voice was trembling with tears.

That shout was like an explosion.

Dozens of elite assassins, who were usually ruthless killers, were now like a group of terrified rabbits, abandoning their armor and fleeing in a panic, wishing they had two more legs.

"Trying to leave?"

Su Changqing watched the fleeing figures, his eyes still eerily calm.

"Since you're here, don't leave."

"I don't like being in debt, and I don't like people knocking on my door in the middle of the night."

and……

These people all carried that nauseating smell of blood, the smell of countless innocent people's blood.

Keeping them around will only pollute the air in this world.

After dealing with Xie Qidao, Su Changqing looked up at the Dark River assassins outside the door, who were already terrified.

He waved his hand, as if shooing away flies: "It's filthy, clean it all up."