Is there any hope for me, who proposed to the world-destroying empress at the very beginning?

If we don't fight, fine; but if we do, we'll beat you so badly you won't be able to lift your

Su Liang was still moving forward before Ling Yuxuan's sword came piercing through him.

Almost everyone was thinking that Su Liang would fall under Ling Yuxuan's sword in the next moment.

But then I saw—

Su Liang casually swept his Po Jun sword horizontally.

"Boom!"

The powerful waves crashed in their ears, and everyone's vision blurred for a moment.

When everyone looked again, Ling Yuxuan was nowhere to be seen in front of Su Liang.

Several pairs of eyes immediately spotted Ling Yuxuan. Ten meters away, a broken sword was still stuck in the ground.

Looking at Ling Yuxuan again, the number one swordsman among the young people of the capital, a bloody hole immediately appeared in his chest, from which blood was gushing out.

There's no need for three swords; it's clearly just one.

After one sword strike, Ling Yuxuan was instantly killed by Su Liang.

Su Liang continued forward, while the few people standing inside the imperial city dared not make a move easily.

But that applies to others, not to Chang Baisheng.

After seeing that no one was making a move, Chang Baisheng went ahead to meet Su Liang.

A mocking smile appeared on his lips as he spoke in Su Liang's direction.

"Ling Yuxuan was careless; I wouldn't be like that."

"The Desolate Heaven Sect, Chang Baisheng, lives up to his name, winning every battle!"

"I'm different from them. I came here for Her Highness the Princess. You are not worthy of her!"

Upon hearing the word "princess," everyone raised their heads and looked towards the city gate.

Jun Hongyan stood there, never turning her head, still looking down at the people below the city.

Su Liang also looked up slightly, a smile appearing on his lips, as if to indicate to the princess of the Great Qin Dynasty that she did not need to worry about him.

"Is the Desolate Heaven Sect very famous?"

After turning around, Su Liang asked the person walking in from inside the city gate.

The Desolate Heaven Sect is naturally famous; who among those present does not know the Desolate Heaven Sect?

Su Liang asked the question anyway, which seemed rude, but what the people in the room saw was Su Liang's extreme self-confidence.

It was almost an arrogant attitude!

He lightly shook the Broken Army and took a step forward, his divine and demonic thoughts still lingering.

Chang Baisheng raised his fist and quickened his pace. He was going to give it his all, and he would have to start gathering his strength as he moved forward.

"Whether they're famous or not, you'll know once they've fought."

His voice grew increasingly shrill, and as he approached, a dense spiritual aura swept across the entire city gate area.

Almost everyone felt Chang Baisheng's anger. Chang Baisheng was not Ling Yuxuan; he could be described as invincible below the Foundation Establishment stage.

He is also a rare genius among the younger generation.

Jun Hongyan, standing atop the city wall, had her hands clasped in front of her, out of sight of others, but Liuli, standing behind her, could see it clearly.

Jun Hongyan's body trembled slightly, as if she was worried that Su Liang would perish under this punch.

next second.

Chang Baisheng made his real move, and everyone standing inside the city gate could feel the power of his fist.

If an ordinary person were to block this punch, they would likely be killed instantly.

That punch was as fast as the wind, and it arrived in front of Su Liang as soon as it was thrown.

At this moment, Su Liang's Po Jun was still upside down behind him, unable to even block.

"it's over!"

Many people think this way.

But no one felt it more clearly than Chang Baisheng. His fist landed a palm's width away from Su Liang's chest and could not advance an inch further.

Even with the body of a post-heavenly god, his fist force is hard to break!

As everyone was surprised, they saw Su Liang's shoulder twitch slightly.

Completely stunned and shocked, Chang Baisheng was still pondering why his full-force attack couldn't even shatter Su Liang's protective spiritual energy when a powerful recoil force came from his arm.

The sound of bones breaking rang in almost everyone's ears.

Then, Chang Baisheng's body swept back, several times faster than when he went.

It wasn't until it flew a hundred feet into the city that it fluttered to the ground, and whether it lived or died, no one knew.

He made two moves and defeated two prodigies in succession.

Among the younger generation standing inside the city gates, who can be a match for Su Liang?

Su Liang licked his lips, raised his hand to dust himself off, and looked up at the city wall. He exchanged a glance with Jun Hongyan, only to find that Jun Hongyan had already looked elsewhere.

It was as if they had never paid any attention to him from the very beginning.

Undoubtedly identified as arrogant or tsundere.

Su Liang continued walking into the city, and none of the young geniuses who had been praised to the skies dared to take a step forward to stop him.

I remembered the news I had received about Su Liang before; he was just a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage.

In retrospect, either the news was false, or Su Liang had been hiding something all along.

Everyone wanted the answer to be the latter, but deep down they also had some guesses that the former was more likely true.

In a short period of time, he went from being unknown to ranking tenth on the list of proudest people, and was personally betrothed by the emperor to Princess Jun Hongyan.

From building a foundation on one platform, he has now easily defeated the likes of Chang Baisheng and Ling Yuxuan.

If someone deliberately created hype before, then what's happening now is Su Liang's irony towards the world.

Su Liangli was already within a hundred paces of the city; if he went any further in, there would be no chance to stop him.

It was at this moment.

A man in flowing white robes descended from the heavens and gracefully landed in front of Su Liang.

Stop!

From the moment Su Liang entered the city until now, he has been forced to stop for the first time.

"Ok?"

He frowned slightly, a rare warning rising in his mind.

This pretty boy in front of me, who looks incredibly slapable and is even more effeminate than me, is very strong!

At the same time.

At this moment, everyone who turned their gaze to that direction saw the person's face.

"The Holy Son of Wuming!?"

"It's actually the Unknown Holy Son of the Southern Underworld Holy Land!"

"Who is he?"

"You don't need to know, you just need to understand that he has broken through to the Life Palace Realm!"

"hiss!!"

Chapter Twenty-Two: Anyone Who Can't Advance to a Higher Level Dares to Be Called a Genius

Upon hearing this, everyone was horrified.

Because of his appearance and age, this person was only in his twenties, yet he was already a powerful expert in the Life Palace Realm!

The Holy Son of No Knowledge, also the future South

Lord of the Underworld.

He was exceptionally gifted from a young age. Several years ago, when he was still at the Foundation Establishment stage, he traveled the world, sweeping away the younger generation and becoming a legendary figure.

He's only slightly weaker than those legendary top celebrities.

After he entered the Life Palace Realm, news of him became scarce, but no one dared to underestimate him.

This only shows how increasingly terrifying and profound he has become!

And today.

Why did the Holy Son of Wuming stand in front of Su Liang?

Bullying the younger one? The two are about the same age!

Fair sale? That's a world of difference!

The younger generation had already begun to whisper among themselves.

But whenever the name of the Holy Son of Ignorance was mentioned, he would deliberately lower his voice, as if afraid that the person in front of him would hear it.

Previously, they didn't dare to stop Su Liang; at most, they could only marvel at how quickly Su Liang's strength had improved.

Now, upon seeing the Holy Son of Wuming, I feel not a sense of awe or fear of death, but rather a deep sense of dread and apprehension.

It was a high mountain, and for years, no one had been able to step on it.

Upon seeing the appearance of the Holy Son of Wuming, Jun Hongyan, who was standing on the city wall, began to breathe rapidly.

Then her face turned as cold as frost, her earlier expression of springtime romance now replaced by the harshness of winter.

Standing behind Jun Hongyan, Liuli couldn't help but quietly take a step back when she saw Jun Hongyan's sudden change.

She knew that Jun Hongyan was truly angry now.

If even a single hair on Su Liang's head is shed, the entire Southern Underworld Holy Land will never have peace again.

Before anyone knew it, a beautiful figure appeared inside the city gate.