“Mid-stage Moon Shine Realm, Space-Time Sword Saint, Minister Meng… you’re truly not simple,” the Hidden Sword Lord said coldly, his eyes narrowing.
The other three Morning Glow Realm cultivators remained silent, but their expressions were as if facing a formidable enemy.
The entire grand and vast battlefield of national destiny had lost its fervor because of Meng Qingzhou. No one had the heart to fight anymore.
An observing giant in the shadows spoke indifferently, “Even if Minister Meng is a Space-Time Sword Saint, what of it? Below the Morning Glow Realm, all are ants. No matter how monstrous his talent, he can’t cross the chasm.”
Another voice from beyond the heavens sighed, “It’s a pity Meng Qin has cultivated for too short a time. If he had another ten years… no, three years! Perhaps he could be the next Second Young Master of the Ji family…”
At the mention of the ‘Second Young Master of the Ji family,’ the hidden giants almost simultaneously gasped in amazement.
“The Ji family of Sky State, truly unifying half the world, becoming a hegemonic force, dominating Sky State and roaring across the land.”
“Thirty years ago, the Second Young Master of the Ji family was an infamous playboy, indulging in theaters, bullying men and women alike. But three years later, he suddenly rose to prominence, and for the next thirty years, his progress was unstoppable.”
“If I remember correctly, the Second Young Master of the Ji family, with his late-stage Moon Shine Realm strength, killed a late-stage Morning Glow Realm great being a year ago.”
“To reverse-slay an entire realm, how powerful must the Second Young Master of the Ji family be now?”
“Meng Qin wants to compare to the Second Young Master of the Ji family? Ha! It’s like comparing the moon to a firefly.”
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Meng Qingzhou felt frustrated. Even facing several Morning Glow great beings, he couldn’t help but think.
If his identity as a Sword Saint was exposed, what would his wife think?
Did she like Salted Fish Meng or Meng Qingzhou?
But the situation was urgent then. His clone’s strength wasn’t enough to reverse-slay a Morning Glow. The Empress wasn’t by his side. Meng Qingzhou feared that if he continued to hide his strength, his wife would get hurt.
Helpless, he could only choose to act…
“Everyone, retreat,” Meng Qingzhou said, his arm and sword outstretched, his posture as straight as a spear, his voice calm and deep.
“You are just pitiful pawns being driven. Why throw away your lives in vain?”
Meng Qingzhou stood in front of Dongfang Liuli, confronting the enemies like a god or demon, his expression always calm, not even a frown.
Dongfang Liuli stared blankly at the tall figure in front of her, momentarily forgetting her identity.
She forgot her invincible confidence, forgot her identity as the Empress of Great Jin, forgot the purpose of this battle, and even forgot she was on a battlefield.
At this moment, Dongfang Liuli had only one thought in her mind—my husband is indeed the most handsome in the world.
The dignified Empress, publicly swooning, her red amber eyes filled with a dreamy look, gazing at Meng Qingzhou with rippling affection.
Fortunately, her appearance and cultivation fluctuations were concealed. Otherwise, if the court officials of Great Jin saw her, they would be scared out of their wits, thinking the end of the world had come.
However.
The leaders of the seven major forces and a group of old immortals, hearing Meng Qingzhou’s words, had a barely perceptible change in their expressions.
“What… do you mean!?” the Hidden Sword Lord shouted.
The other three Morning Glow great beings on the Map of Mountains and Rivers also shouted:
“Youngster, be careful with your words!”
“Courting death! How dare you insult us!?”
“Meng Qin! What exactly do you know!?”
Even from a distance, among the five Morning Glow beings dragged into the Void Dark Realm by Sister Qiong, came the furious roar of Old Ancestor Taotie: “Kill Meng Qin! He must have used some strange prophetic method to know these secrets!”
Meng Qingzhou sighed deeply, not answering directly, and said to himself:
“Hidden Sword Lord, let’s talk about you first.”
“Ask yourself, do you really covet the Sword Sense of Time and Space, willing to kill me at any cost for it?”
“No!”
Meng Qingzhou’s tone was filled with pity, “You’re a dog on a leash. Your master told you to stir up the Ninth Heaven, to eliminate any potential unifying hegemons, and you diligently followed orders, hoping one day your master would reward you with a bone.”
Hearing this, the Hidden Sword Lord’s eyes turned as cold as water, and he sneered, “Nonsense! I cultivate the sword and would rather die than submit to anyone. Who can command me?!”
Meng Qingzhou smiled and said, “You can fool others, but fooling yourself is too foolish. Ask yourself, after cultivating for three thousand years, why have you never broken through to the Morning Glow Realm? Because your Dao heart is clouded. The unyielding Sword Sense has long since knelt.”
The Hidden Sword Lord did not retort, falling into a long silence. After a while, he slowly spoke:
“What a pity.”
Only three words, leaving many confused, but Meng Qingzhou knew what he meant.
According to the story, the former Hidden Sword Lord was a dignified and pure sword cultivator.
Even today, though he had knelt, he still retained a shred of integrity in his heart.
The Hidden Sword Lord’s pity was for Meng Qingzhou being born in the wrong era. In this era, the future of cultivators was shrouded in darkness.
“You’re right,” the Hidden Sword Lord suddenly smiled, his eyes clearing of malice and gloom, “My sword is no longer pure. Even if I kill you, I can’t comprehend the Sword Sense of Time and Space, let alone break through to the Morning Glow Realm.”
“Meng Qin, I’ve always admired you. But alas… fate is not in our hands. I never wanted to kill you, nor stifle any swordsmanship genius.”
“That’s why, for so many years, the Forbidden Zone of Sword Seclusion rarely took in disciples. I didn’t want them to step into this ghostly gate.”
The fierce Sword Sense surrounding the Hidden Sword Lord suddenly transformed into a sense of desolation, sorrow, and despair.
This was the true Sword Sense of the Hidden Sword Lord, reflecting his inner self.
“But Meng Qin, you are too dazzling. Despite my efforts to conceal your existence, ‘they’ eventually found out.”
“For the future of the Wilderness, Meng Qin, please die.”
The entire world fell silent in an instant. The cultivators fighting on the battlefield stopped simultaneously, their eyes focused on the sky.
The conversation between the Space-Time Sword Saint and the Hidden Sword Lord revealed terrifying secrets!
Anyone who heard it was chilled to the bone.
The Hidden Sword Lord, wielding a divine sword, had combat power close to the Morning Glow Realm. Yet such a great being was just a dog at someone else’s door?!
What kind of enemy could make a lord feel despair, believe the future was cut off, and that cultivators had no hope?!
“Meng Qin, why did you have to reveal the secret? Otherwise, I could have helped you fake your death and escape.”
“But now that you’ve spoken, the nature of things has changed. You must die,” the Hidden Sword Lord said.
Meng Qingzhou replied calmly, “I’m not afraid.”
“Why not?” the Hidden Sword Lord didn’t understand. Aren’t you afraid of death?
“Not afraid means not afraid!” Meng Qingzhou said.
Of course, he wasn’t afraid. Once this battle was over, he planned to resign and return to the village with his wife.
With the system concealing his cultivation aura, as long as he didn’t recklessly expose himself, even the so-called mastermind wouldn’t be able to find him!
He would bide his time until he was invincible before reemerging!
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