Master of Strange Dao

In an instant, Yu Ziqing's aura began to soar.

His vision intensified to the extreme, and then he immediately began using the Dayan Preface to conduct deductions.

At the same time, Han Dong had already unsheathed the Black Sword.

In that moment, all the Sword Qi and sword light in the sky dissipated, even the sword in Qingping's hand trembled slightly.

That pitch-black sword light, although only three feet and three inches long, once unleashed, suppressed an area of three thousand miles, preventing any sword cultivators from drawing their swords.

Invisible ripples swept across the area.

All sounds were forcibly suppressed, including Yu Ziqing, who was already at Ninth Tier Peak, also faced suppression.

The rusty sword in his arms trembled slightly, and Yu Ziqing could confirm that he couldn't draw the sword now.

It was as if at this moment, the only sword here that could have free rein was the one in Han Dong's hand.

"With this sword momentum as a domain, I alone reign supreme."

Qingping, sensing the changes in the vicinity, murmured to himself in shock.

"You truly possess unparalleled talent in Sword Dao, no one can compare to you, not even me."

As he spoke, a crack appeared on Qingping's forehead, rapidly spreading across his entire body.

The sword in his hand slipped away, floating quietly in the air.

"Everything I know is within the Qingping Sword, it belongs to you now."

"I've completed everything I needed to do."

Yu Ziqing stood there, suppressed by this terrifying Sword Domain.

This was Han Dong's sword, wielded by Han Dong, displaying its true power.

Earlier Han Dong wanted to give such a dangerous thing to him?

He feared that the moment he drew the sword, he would first behead himself.

Without even reaching the Third Tribulation, the instant the sword was drawn, a Sword Domain was formed, suppressing even the Ninth Tier Peak.

The murderous aura within was so intense that Yu Ziqing dared not move.

He feared that any movement would trigger the Sword Domain, and he would be the first to be cut down.

Did Han Dong really spend a thousand years killing in the deep sea?

In Yu Ziqing's eyes, Divine Light flashed, forcibly deducing using the Dayan Preface.

He saw that Qingping's body was already starting to completely collapse.

Yu Ziqing hadn't even seen how that sword was unleashed, and Qingping was already doomed.

He glimpsed countless chains and runes under those cracks.

It was as if everything was magnified, that single crack allowing him to glimpse an entire world.

At the deepest point, he saw everything about Qingping shattering.

He saw a person sitting there, with their back towards them.

That was the imprint of Old Emperor Qian, the core of Qingping's incarnation.

But at this moment, this imprint was also shattering.

The ultimate slaughter, from the outside to the inside, everything was severed.

The moment that imprint shattered, everything outside also continued to fragment, crumbling into the smallest particles.

Yu Ziqing sighed, just about to retreat when he saw that as the core imprint completely disintegrated, the fragments spread out in all directions, disappearing into the void.

Yu Ziqing remained silent.

This scene, this approach, he felt a sense of déjà vu.

With a change of thought, he remembered, it was similar to his previous method of deconstructing the Langya Incarnation Technique to free those strong individuals.

He suddenly understood why it felt like Qingping was provoking Han Dong to strike, as if eager to meet his death.

Was it to force Han Dong to draw the Black Sword, blocking for Old Emperor Qian this most powerful sword attack nurtured over a millennium?

Just as he was pondering this, the surrounding Sword Domain retracted, disappearing without a trace as Han Dong sheathed the Black Sword.

Qingping, with a satisfied smile, crumbled into dust, vanishing without a trace.

Only that Qingping Sword remained floating in mid-air.

Just as Qingping completely disappeared, Yu Ziqing's gaze pierced the void, dismantling one of his own imprints, imprinting it on the continually crumbling fragments.

Yu Ziqing took a step forward to Han Dong's side, wanting to ask why Han Dong went all out when he struck, what he managed to find out.

Before he could ask, Han Dong spoke on his own.

"Actually, I didn't find out anything, I just felt that he was a top-tier sword cultivator.

He was right, I had to give it my all to show mutual respect."

Yu Ziqing opened his mouth, skipping over that question.

"What did you two talk about?"

Han Dong repeated his previous words.

With a thought, Yu Ziqing asked,

"You said, he claimed to cultivate the Dao of Humanity?"

"Yes, such a matter, he couldn't possibly lie about."

A sudden flash of insight appeared in Yu Ziqing's mind, he now had a new idea.

Possibly all of this, consistent with Qingping's usual behavior, was simply because dying at Han Dong's hands was more important.

He had to do it this way.

Yu Ziqing felt he had deduced the truth.

First, Qingping intended to block this pinnacle sword nurtured for over a thousand years.

Second, it was to shatter Old Emperor Qian's imprint, and it had to be flawless.

Under the heavens, besides Han Dong, no second person could achieve this.

Yu Ziqing looked at the Qingping Sword hovering in mid-air.

"Has this sword become an ownerless object?"

"Yes."

Yu Ziqing nodded, adding a third point.

Even leveraging Han Dong's sword strike, the connection between Qingping and the Qingping Sword could be severed.

No wonder Qingping needed a sword cultivator to accomplish this.

Indeed, besides Han Dong, there was no other who could achieve this.