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Wang Quan Baiye struggled to stand up, and the Wang Quan sword in his hand made a slight humming sound.

He gritted his teeth and rushed towards the white figure that stood as still as a mountain.

"Drink!"

Wang Quan Baiye swung his sword with all his strength, and the sword light was like a rainbow.

But in Wang Xianzhi's eyes, this sword was as ridiculous as a child's play.

The white-haired old man shook his head slightly, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

"It's time to end it."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Xianzhi had already extended his right fist.

This punch seemed slow, but it made the king's hegemony unavoidable.

Before the fist arrived, the terrifying pressure had already made it difficult for him to breathe.

"boom!"

With a dull crash, Wang Quan Baiye flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily several feet away.

He knelt on one knee, supporting himself with one hand and covering his chest with the other, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Big brother!" The masked group members in the audience exclaimed.

The golden light from Yang Yitan's heavenly eyes became brighter, and Qing Muyuan's jade ruyi began to emit a green light.

Everyone was on edge, but no one dared to take a step forward - this was a battle for royal power.

Dongfang Huaizhu bit his lower lip hard, his nails digging deep into his palm.

She wanted to rush forward and help up the stubborn figure, but reason told her that intervention at this moment would only make Wang Quanheye more embarrassed.

"I... haven't lost yet..." Wang Quan Baiye raised his head with difficulty, the fighting spirit in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest.

He leaned on the royal sword and stood up inch by inch, the tip of the sword making a sharp sound as it scratched the ground.

.........

At the same time, in Wangquan Villa, thousands of miles away.

Butler Fei avoided looking at Wang Quanshouzhuo.

The old man on the bed was as pale as paper, but he still maintained a dignified demeanor.

Finally, Butler Fei sighed and said softly, "Alas, Master, Young Master Baiye has indeed gone to challenge Wang Xianzhi! And I think the result is almost out..."

Wang Quan Shouzhuo didn't say much after hearing this, but his cloudy eyes couldn't help but look out the window.

Then a complex light flashed in Wang Quanshouzhuo's eyes, and finally turned into a hint of determination.

He struggled to stand up, his bony fingers tightly grasping Butler Fei's sleeve: "Ahem, Xiaofei, come and help me walk in the yard."

Butler Fei carefully helped the old master up.

Although he had doubts in his heart, he knew the master's temper and that he would never change his decision.

The sunlight in the yard was particularly dazzling.

Wang Quan Shouzhuo narrowed his eyes, feeling the long-lost warmth.

"The sun seems a little dazzling today!" the old man sighed softly, with a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

Butler Fei quickly responded, "As long as Master wants, I can accompany you to the sun every day!"

Wang Quan Shouzhuo smiled bitterly upon hearing this: "I also want to bask in the sun with you every day. How wonderful that would be..."

These words shocked Butler Fei.

He turned his head suddenly and met Wang Quan Shouzhuo's resolute eyes.

"Master...Master, what are you doing..." Butler Fei's voice began to tremble.

Wang Quanshouzhuo did not answer, but gently pushed away Butler Fei's hand.

What was shocking was that the terminally ill old man slowly floated up, and a faint golden light began to glow around him.

"My time is coming." Wang Quanshouzhuo's voice suddenly became loud.

"Rather than lying in bed and dying slowly, I'd rather use the last remaining energy of my old bones before I die!"

Butler Fei trembled all over, tears welling up in his eyes: "Master... why do you have to..."

"Xiaofei, please forgive my willfulness." Wang Quan's humble voice softened.

"After all, you'll be left alone in the future..."

Butler Fei wanted to dissuade him, but he saw that Wang Quan's aura began to rise wildly.

The skinny body seemed to be injected with infinite power, and even the air around it began to distort.

"Master, the sword of royal power... is not with you now..." Butler Fei made his last effort.

Wang Quan Shouzhuo smiled like a mischievous child: "As for the Sword of King Power... I have it!"

Before he finished speaking, a brilliant golden light burst out from his palm and condensed into a radiant sword - it was the sword intent of kingship!

Butler Fei looked ashen.

He knew all too well what this meant.

Given Wang Quan Shouzhuo's current physical condition, forcibly activating Wang Quan's sword intent would be tantamount to courting his own destruction.

But everything is irreversible.

Wang Quanshouzhuo's gaze crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, as if he saw the stubborn figure on the Wudi City.

"Ye'er, this is the last sword your father will use to help you!" Wang Quanshouzhuo's voice was like a huge bell, resounding through the sky.

"Brother Li, did you see that? My sword is no less powerful than yours!"

In an instant, the color of heaven and earth changed.

A golden sword light that spanned the sky and the earth burst out from Wang Quan Shouzhuo's hand, streaking across the sky like a meteor and rushing towards the East China Sea.

After the sword flashed, Wang Quan Shouzhuo's body fell like a bird with broken wings.

Butler Fei flew forward and hugged the skinny body tightly in his arms.

"Master... Master..." The old butler burst into tears, his tears dripping onto Wang Quan Shouzhuo's increasingly cold face.

"Okay, look at you, you're already old, and you're still crying..."

Wang Quan Shouzhuo reached out and wiped the tears from the other person's face.

"My life has been quite wonderful. At least I have witnessed the changes and rise of two eras!

Witness the brilliance of a generation of Sword Gods, the invincibility of the Martial Emperor, and the rise of countless talented young people! "

At this moment, memories of his life kept emerging in Wang Quan Shouzhuo's mind. He thought he was extraordinary because he had slashed out a sword that could span heaven and earth at the age of seven.

When he was young, he met the sword master Li Chungang, and they went to Wudang Mountain together.

Later he fought with the opponent in Wudang, and it was that battle that left a huge shadow in his heart.

After returning to Wang Quan's house, he diligently practiced Wang Quan's thirteen sword techniques, just to break the opponent's sword...

Later, Li Chungang became the leader in swordsmanship and was known as the Sword God.

Later, Emperor Wu Wang Xianzhi suddenly appeared and ended Li Chungang's title as the best in the world.

There were so many past events that he couldn't remember them all at once.

Looking back, his life was considered complete, even though he never defeated the person he most wanted to defeat...

"Xiaofei, I think I saw Ye'er's mother. She's here to pick me up!"

"Ye'er is still too young. From now on, Xiaofei, I'll trouble you to take care of the Wang Quan family!"

After saying this, Wang Quan Shouzhuo slowly closed his eyes, with a relieved smile still on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were closed forever.

The once powerful head of the Wangquan family chose to give his son the last gift in the most heroic way at the last moment of his life.

Chapter 190 The Sword Heart is Lost

On the top of Emperor Wu’s city wall, Wang Quan Baiye was struggling to stand up, preparing to launch the final charge.

Suddenly, he felt a lightness at his waist—the sword of kingship actually came out of its sheath by itself!

At the same time, a golden light came rushing from the horizon like a meteor.

The light was so bright that even Wang Xianzhi was moved.

"This is..." Wang Quan Baiye widened his eyes, and an indescribable throbbing suddenly surged in his heart.

Golden light appeared in an instant and merged with the sword of kingship.

In an instant, the sword burst out with unprecedented light, and a familiar yet unfamiliar power surged into Wang Quan Baiye's body.

"Father..." Wang Quan Baiye muttered to himself, his vision blurred by tears.

He felt it; it was his father's aura, the sword spirit passed down from generation to generation in the Wang Quan family, and a father's deepest concern and expectation for his son.

Wang Xianzhi's expression finally changed.

He took a defensive stance for the first time, his white hair dancing in the violent sword energy: "Interesting... This is more like it!"

Wang Quanbaye wiped away his tears and held the sword with both hands.

At this moment, he felt that he was no longer fighting alone.

The thousand-year heritage of the Wang Quan family, his father's expectations, everything is condensed in this sword.

"Wang Xianzhi!" Wang Quanbaiye's voice resounded through the sky.

"Please teach me this sword!"

The sword light was like a dragon, soaring into the sky.

This sword will surely go down in history!

At this moment, the dark clouds above Wudi City were torn apart by a dazzling sword light.

Wang Quan Baiye held the Wang Quan Sword in his hand, and the golden light flowing on the sword was perfectly integrated with the sword intent flying from the horizon.

At this moment, he felt an unprecedented power surging in his body.

"Behead me!"

Wang Quanbaiye roared, and the sword light poured out like the Milky Way.

The power of this sword was far greater than the previous one. Wherever the sword passed, the space was slightly distorted.

This is the culmination of Wang Quan Shouzhuo's lifelong cultivation, the inheritance of the Wang Quan family's thousand-year-old sword spirit, and the last gift from a father to his son.

Wang Xianzhi's white hair danced wildly in the sword energy, and his calm eyes finally showed a ripple.

He raised his right hand, a bright white light shone on his palm, and he took the shocking sword strike head-on.

"boom--"

Amid the deafening explosion, the platform under Wang Xianzhi's feet cracked inch by inch.

But he himself did not move at all, and even the corner of his clothes was not damaged at all.

"How about it? Do you have any other tricks?" Wang Xianzhi's voice was still calm, as if the sword just now was just a breeze blowing on his face.

Wang Quanbaiye was breathing heavily, and sweat mixed with blood slid down his forehead.

He didn't answer, but slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to see his father swinging his sword before his death, and saw the sword-fighting inheritance of the Wang Quan family's ancestors.

When he opened his eyes again, the aura around him surged again.

The Royal Sword emitted a clear sound, and the patterns on the sword were as bright as the blazing sun.

"This is the real sword of heaven and earth of my Wang Quan family!" Wang Quan Baiye's voice exploded like thunder.

"Let them be, I will kill them all with my sword! Kill them!"

What was shocking was that at the moment he swung his sword, two shadows appeared behind him.

One was the recently deceased Wang Quan Shouzhuo, and the other was a strange young figure - that was the peerless genius of the Wang Quan family five hundred years ago, Wang Quan Wumu!