Master of Strange Dao

Qingping never thought there would be a day when he would face Han Dong with swords drawn.

According to his plan, the normal operation should be to fool Han Dong and then retreat, avoiding a direct confrontation.

Yet, upon seeing Han Dong at this moment, he abandoned all options that might be the most favorable.

Instead, he chose to discard all deception and cunning and face him purely as a cultivator.

He cultivates humanity through Sword Dao, and humanity is the path he truly wants to follow.

Sword Dao is just something he couldn't choose because he is the Qingping Sword.

This is merely his legs on the path he walks.

Han Dong, on the other hand, cultivates Sword Dao through humanity, sincere to the sword, yet also sincere to himself, never allowing Sword Dao to override his own being.

No matter how much he prioritizes Sword Dao, Han Dong is still the one holding the sword.

Unfortunately, Qingping's identity does not allow him such choice.

The current situation is completely different from what Han Dong envisioned; he truly never thought Qingping would first develop a fighting spirit and be the first to prepare to draw his sword.

Wasn't it supposed to be him, forced, finally drawing his sword to suppress Qingping?

Han Dong didn't make a move, and Qingping, on the contrary, was becoming impatient.

At this moment, Yu Ziqing's figure suddenly appeared in mid-air.

Yu Ziqing glanced at this scene; were they going to fight now?

However, after his arrival, neither Qingping nor Han Dong turned to glance at him.

In their eyes, it seemed there was only each other, the collision of fighting spirits had already begun intensely.

Qingping held the sword hilt and slowly drew his long sword, the tip pointing at Han Dong, eyes shining brightly, as if he had become a pure Sword Dao cultivator.

"I come from that place, but I also have my own thoughts and pursue my own Dao.

As a Sword Dao cultivator, no matter what, there's nothing more fitting than dying by the hand of another Sword Dao cultivator.

I can clearly tell you, anything you want to know, I know at least half.

If you win against me, then you will know everything you want to know.

If you can't win against me, you will know nothing.

Including why you fell into ruin back then.

Why target the female Ba.

Why plot against you, making you leave.

Originally, had everything gone smoothly, you might not have even known about the female Ba's fall."

Qingping knows too well how to stir Han Dong's mind; when he spoke of this, Han Dong's Sword Intent suddenly transformed into a fierce fighting spirit, and the howling Sword Intent became explosive waves.

The air was filled with the sound of swords piercing every emotion.

Han Dong opened his eyes, calm and collected.

Without moving his form, he watched as the Sword Qi between him and Qingping crisscrossed, the dense sound of metallic clangs in an instant joined into a piece, transforming into a sharp cry.

Yu Ziqing looked a bit bewildered at this scene; he really hadn't expected Qingping to actively want to fight Han Dong.

The howling Sword Qi prickled his skin, causing him to retreat a distance honestly.

The confrontation between the two swept up wind and snow, turning a hundred-mile radius into a hellish ice and snow realm, annihilating everything within.

Yu Ziqing hid a hundred miles away, eyes straining to the utmost to comprehend how things had escalated so quickly.

In less than the time of a half-incense burning in the standoff, Qingping was the first to make a move.

Sword light like flowing silk, like a blue Long Bridge, traversed the sky, and the boundless wind and snow were instantly torn apart by the aftershock, as if this snow-covered world had suddenly gained a piece of empty, clean space.

Han Dong reached out a hand, fingers forming a sword, a simple point in the air, and a dot of sword light from faint to piercing in an instant.

The two sword lights clashed together, the bright radiance made the watching Yu Ziqing's eyes sting painfully, as if someone was piercing his eyes with a needle.

In the next moment, the brilliance completely condensed, the two sword lights mutually annihilated, then burst forth with greater force, shooting toward the sky and earth.

The Gang Wind Layer high above was torn apart, the thick ice plain forcibly ripped into a vast, tens-of-miles-long crack.

"Not exerting your full strength is not typical of you, it's an insult to me, and an insult to your Sword Dao."

Qingping shouted sharply, the rate of his attacks suddenly escalated, each wave stronger than the last.

Sword Qi and sword light surrounded Han Dong, his face somber yet resolute in the air, unmoving, one hand already gripping the sword hilt.

"If you don't draw your sword now, don't expect to ever understand!"

Qingping shouted sharply, seemingly growing increasingly anxious.

In the distance, Yu Ziqing squinted slightly, a sudden thought sparked in his mind.

Why does Qingping seem to be seeking a quick death?

Doesn't he know, the longer it drags on, the more advantageous it is for him?

Yu Ziqing looked toward the distance, vaguely detecting that strong individuals were approaching.

Is Qingping afraid of being exposed?

He is not at all afraid; if he were afraid of being exposed, he wouldn't have made a move for any reason in the past.

In his heart, even if exposure happens, he still needs to act, only showing that what compels him to act is even more important.

Indeed, he must have known long ago that once exposed, he won't have far to go before disappearing.

Does he wish to die at Han Dong's hands?

But why?

The incarnation Yu Ziqing understood before is different from Qingping's top-tier incarnation, Qingping has his own thoughts, his own pursuits, and even his own Dao.

Qingping has now provided Han Dong with sufficient reasons, forced Han Dong to act, then...

Yu Ziqing was startled, immediately making a judgment on Queue No.1, delivering a big slap to the unconscious Queue No.1.