The Asura Blood Saber buzzed violently, crimson bloodlight pulsing, emitting an excited hiss yearning desperately for fresh blood.

The countless martial artists all around shivered to the bone, retreating without pause.

Qi Zhengyang even felt a threat as if from death itself!

This saber far surpassed the Spirit Jade Saber in his hand!

Moreover, he sensed that Xu Yang's strength was greater than his own!

Even if he fought desperately, the only one to die would be himself.

Just who is he?

Qi Zhengyang roared inwardly, but at this moment he had no time to care.

Things had reached this point; no matter who he was, Qi Zhengyang could not back down!

Otherwise, what face would the Qi Family have left?

"Kid, it's not too late for you to leave now!"

Qi Zhengyang gritted his teeth and shouted.

Nie Feng's heart trembled.

Leave now?

He realized even Qi Zhengyang was scared!

Facing Xu Yang and the Asura Blood Saber head-on, Qi Zhengyang felt Xu Yang's terror far more acutely than anyone else.

Such a figure, so young—how unfathomable must his background be?

Even if one's pride takes a hit, if Xu Yang leaves, everything can be settled!

"Leave?"

Xu Yang grinned, "Mr. Qi, aren't you thinking a little too wishfully?"

Thinking wishfully?

Qi Zhengyang's eyes rounded, boiling with fury!

"You're courting death!"

"Mr. Quan, suppress this brat for me!"

Qi Zhengyang roared hoarsely.

"Mr. Quan?"

Qi Yu cried out in shock.

"Hiss, he's actually calling out Qi Fengquan!" Nie Feng was also shocked!

"Mr. Gu, maybe we should leave while we can."

Nie Feng couldn't help but say, "Qi Fengquan is now the Qi Family's top expert; though not a True Monarch, he's only half a step away!"

That makes him a Half-Step True Monarch.

Xu Yang raised his brow, then smirked in surprise, "Guess—do you think he'll dare show himself?"

"What?"

Qi Zhengyang cried out in astonishment, his expression changing. He quickly shouted again, "Mr. Quan?"

Not a single response!

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"How could this be?"

"Just who is he?"

"Damn bastard, why hasn't Master Quan come out yet?"

...

"Mr. Quan?"

No matter how many times Qi Zhengyang called, Qi Fengquan remained utterly silent!

At the same time, deep within the Qi Family, in a secret chamber, sat an old martial artist with hair streaked white.

It was indeed Qi Fengquan!

Of course he heard Qi Zhengyang's summons.

At this moment, he had also awakened from his cultivation, eyes wide open, full of vigilance, as if facing a deadly enemy!

Fat beads of sweat trickled down his forehead; his face grew even paler!

"Senior, who on earth are you?"

"How has my Qi Family offended you, Senior?"

Qi Fengquan's voice trembled.

He could clearly feel himself locked onto by a terrifying will!

True Monarch!

A genuine True Monarch expert!

How would he dare go out?

The other hadn't made a move yet—there was still a chance for reconciliation!

If he truly angered a True Monarch, then the Qi Family would be finished for good!

Yet, no matter how he questioned, there was no answer!

Qi Fengquan could only sit on pins and needles in the secret chamber, listening to the shouting outside, his face full of bitterness.

Qi Zhengyang's face was stricken with terror.

"You—what did you do?"

"Just what do you want?"

"Since your elders were connected to my Qi Family, why must you do this? Do you intend to cast my Qi Family to calamity?"

He raged like a madman, unable to stop.

Xu Yang's expression remained blank, his tone calm: "I've come to pay respects to Senior Qi Xin. Mr. Qi, do you have any objection?"

Qi Zhengyang's face changed again and again; after nearly ten breaths, he clenched his teeth in defeat and said, "Please!"

Xu Yang smiled faintly: "Lead the way!"

Qi Zhengyang silently led the way.

Not until they left did an uproar break out, shaking the skies!

This was just like something from a dream!

The Qi Family was filled with unease; even Qi Yu looked apprehensive at this moment.

After a moment's hesitation, she hurriedly followed after them.

Qi Family Ancestral Shrine!

As they drew near, Gu Jun could no longer maintain his composure.

He even sensed a hint of an extremely familiar yet weak aura.

It was the lingering aura of Qi Xin.

Just an aftertaste of what remains after someone's death—not like him, who still retained a remnant soul.

Xu Yang pushed the door open and entered.

Then, the doors slammed shut!

"Teacher, I'll leave it to you."

Xu Yang's gaze swept over the ancestral tablets, setting eyes immediately on one in the center: Qi Xin!

Saying this, he sat cross-legged on the ground with his back to the tablets, eyes closed, sealing off all perception of the outside world.

Swoosh!

Gu Jun drifted forth from the Cyan Jade Yin Yang Pendant, slowly approaching the tablet, his face mixed with emotion as he gazed at 'Qi Xin's' memorial plaque.

His eyes gradually reddened, thoughts surging, sinking deeper into old memories.

Back then, she was just a young maiden in her teens!

At that time, he too was young, newly renowned, proud and ambitious!

Two youths with fates so different met by chance.

At first, he was cold and indifferent, engrossed in the Alchemy Dao.

But she followed after him regardless of everything!

...

Even when he headed to the Purple Fire Celestial Prison, she was still waiting for him to return.

"Xing'Er, forgive me for keeping you waiting so long!"

Gu Jun's figure trembled, his eyes filled with pain and longing.

His hands shook as he gently touched that memorial tablet.

Suddenly.

A faint spiritual light welled up on the tablet.

Gu Jun started, fixing his eyes on that familiar spiritual glow, then couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He cupped his hand and grasped that spiritual light; it diffused like water within his palm, enveloping him.

Half an hour passed.

The spiritual glow dissipated completely.

Gu Jun woke as from a long dream, dazedly looking at the tablet, finally letting out a spirited laugh.

In the next moment—

He flashed back into the Cyan Jade Yin Yang Pendant.

Xu Yang sensed this, slowly opening his eyes.

"Teacher, it's over?"

"Mm. Let's go."

Gu Jun had fully returned to his former self, his tone tranquil.

Seeing Xu Yang's tact in not prying further, he rose, bowed toward Qi Xin's memorial, then pushed open the door and stepped outside.

At a glance, outside the ancestral shrine, apart from Qi Zhengyang and Qi Yu, there was actually one more person.

A young man.

Clad in a black robe, his gaze razor-sharp!

As Xu Yang stepped out, his eyes locked firmly onto him.

Qi Yu's pretty face blanched, looking anxiously at Xu Yang.

The fear on Qi Zhengyang's face had vanished, replaced with icy contempt: "Guyang, your end has come."

"Flatten him for me!" Gu Jun shouted angrily.

"Don't worry, Teacher!"

Xu Yang smiled slightly, casting a look of pity at Qi Zhengyang, then turned his gaze to the black-robed youth: "You're the Prince, I presume."

The black-robed youth answered coolly: "Prince of Liang, Can Yi!"