Chapter 2334: Continuing to Imagine, Unyielding Spirit
Lu Hansheng gripped his folding fan tightly in his right hand, gathering a powerful sword aura that swept across every inch of the battlefield and surged into the depths of the starry sky.
Before Chen Qingyuan could make a move, Lu Hansheng drew his sword, unleashing all his skills and leaving no regrets.
Since we can't escape it, let's face it bravely.
Death is nothing to be afraid of.
In this dog-eat-dog world, the weak are constantly being wiped out. In this unprecedented era of turmoil, even emperors face the risk of destruction and cannot remain uninvolved.
Zheng!
As if sensing Lu Hansheng's will to die, the white jade folding fan willingly accompanied him, emitting a strong clang that shattered the space within a radius of countless miles.
The sword intent was like the sea, stirring up a giant wave that surged toward Chen Qingyuan, vast and powerful.
Swoosh! Clang!
Facing Lu Hansheng, who was giving it his all, Chen Qingyuan remained calm, raised his right index finger, and gently pointed forward.
Using fingers as swords, piercing through the Milky Way.
Boom!
A simple yet powerful sword aura burst forth from Chen Qingyuan's fingertips, piercing through the massive wave of sword energy gathered by Lu Hansheng, unstoppable and devastating.
The ultimate sword intent unique to Chen Qingyuan, though untouched by the rules of the Emperor's Way, contained unimaginable power, exceeding the common sense of the world and breaking the basic order of the universe.
Boom! Boom!
Lu Hansheng's sword strike was blocked by Chen Qingyuan with overwhelming force. Moreover, Chen Qingyuan gained the upper hand, forcing Lu Hansheng back a considerable distance.
Since Chen Qingyuan was not wielding a sword, the power of his swordsmanship was ultimately lacking; he could only repel his opponent but failed to inflict any real damage.
"kendo!"
Lu Hansheng, who had proven his Dao through swordsmanship, could certainly tell what kind of technique Chen Qingyuan was using.
Feeling the lingering power of Chen Qingyuan's sword intent, Lu Hansheng was shocked: "This is pure sword intent, without any rules from the Emperor's Domain."
Although Lu Hansheng's swordsmanship was divine, he had gone very far on this path, reaching heights that countless sword cultivators could not even imagine.
However, the path to enlightenment is endless.
"His swordsmanship is superior to mine!"
Lu Hansheng wouldn't deny this, and his gaze towards Chen Qingyuan changed slightly.
"To die at the hands of such a powerful figure is not shameful."
He was no longer arrogant, but he did not appear dejected either. His expression was calm as he talked to himself.
With just one breath, he composed his complex emotions.
Then, he smiled and asked Chen Qingyuan, "Do you have a sword?"
Chen Qingyuan said indifferently, "Yes."
"I have a request: may I take a look at your sword?"
Lu Hansheng is a sword cultivator. Even when facing death, he would rather die by the opponent's sword than do so with dignity.
"I did not bring it with me."
Chen Qingyuan told the truth.
The Zi Jun Sword is still in Fucheng, and the world's top weapon refiners are trying to find a way to repair its damage.
Although Chen Qingyuan still possessed many precious swords, he had not used them for many years.
In battles involving emperors, even the most powerful holy weapons are utterly useless. Using them in combat would only cause pointless damage.
Moreover, ordinary weapons cannot bear Chen Qingyuan's Dao intent and cannot unleash his full power.
To Lu Hansheng, this was a tactful rejection.
“That’s true.” Lu Hansheng’s gaze dimmed slightly as he found a very appropriate reason: “There’s no need to draw your sword when dealing with the weak.”
In his mind, there is only a distinction between the strong and the weak in the world.
Compared to Chen Qingyuan, he was indeed a complete weakling.
We must face reality; there is no escaping it.
"Although I am no match for you, I still want to give it a shot."
Lu Hansheng, holding a white jade folding fan, walked over slowly, his face stern and his will resolute.
"If you beg for mercy, I might spare your life."
Chen Qingyuan said in a serious tone.
"You think I'll kneel down and beg for mercy? Absolutely not." Lu Hansheng refused without hesitation: "I can lose my life, but I can't lose my dignity."
Hearing Lu Hansheng's words, Chen Qingyuan was slightly taken aback.
Did I tell him to kneel down and beg for mercy?
It's just admitting your mistake and softening your stance, nothing serious. How did it become kneeling down in his mouth?
Why is this guy's thought process so bizarre?
Was I not clear enough, or is there something wrong with his ears?
"Come! Fight!"
Even if there is no way out, Lu Hansheng will not let the other party slaughter him. He must do everything in his power to show the style that a sword cultivator should have.
The sword's momentum surged again, like a volcanic eruption, spewing lava and splashing across the battlefield.
He was dressed in a blue robe, and a drop of his life essence was condensed at his fingertips, melting into a white jade folding fan. It was clear that he was going to risk his life and disregard the consequences.
He knew very well what he had to do; even if he died, he had to do it spectacularly so as not to tarnish the prestige of the Dao-proving monarch.
The sharp sword intent, centered on Lu Hansheng, tore through all directions, spreading rapidly and having a wide-ranging impact.
"what!"
Lu Hansheng roared and unleashed a powerful sword strike.
clank!
The infusion of the Emperor's essence and blood caused several red lines to appear on the surface of the white jade folding fan, giving it a slightly eerie appearance and causing it to tremble slightly.
This was the first time the white jade folding fan had withstood such a powerful sword strike, and it knew its master had been pushed to his limit. Therefore, it was prepared to disintegrate, to perish alongside its master.
Swish!
Immediately, Lu Hansheng took a step forward, shattering the space in front of him and revealing a bottomless abyss. His entire body was surrounded by materialized sword intent, like a raging fire that burned the starry sea and swallowed everything.
Chen Qingyuan sensed a hint of danger, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Gazing at the white light carrying the overwhelming sword power, Chen Qingyuan remained calm and composed.
Even though the starry sky around him had been shattered into pieces by the surging sword force, Chen Qingyuan remained as immovable as a mountain.
His expression was quite calm, with his left hand behind his back and his right hand hanging gently at his side, exuding a transcendent air of complete control.
Chen Qingyuan only made a move when Lu Hansheng swung his sword at him.
squeak!
Chen Qingyuan quickly raised his right hand, plucked a hair from his temple, and tucked it between his fingers, making it into a sword.
With the completion of the Reincarnation Body, every single strand of hair is the most precious treasure in the world. Its hardness far surpasses that of any spiritual weapon or sacred artifact in the mortal realm.
"The moon sets over the Milky Way!"
Chen Qingyuan used his hair as a sword and unleashed a sword move.
Clang! Tear!
In that instant, the strand of hair seemed to transform into the sharpest sword in the world, carrying Chen Qingyuan's ultimate sword intent, its momentum swift and fierce, cleaving through the sea of stars.
The sword light, invisible to the naked eye, resembled a bright moon, slicing through the fragmented sky and dispelling the desolation and darkness in its path.
Clang! Boom!
The two clashed, and the battlefield crumbled further.
Looking out, there is no intact place in this starry sky. It is as if a fragile mirror has been struck thousands of times, leaving countless fragments that cannot be pieced together or restored.
After a few breaths of stalemate, the moonlight broke through the obstacle in front of them, transforming into a soft veil that draped over Lu Hansheng.
