Master of Strange Dao

Old Emperor Qian stood in the air, his expression calm, showing no signs of joy or anger. His tone was also calm, as if he had seen through everything, as if he had given up everything, to say a last farewell to this son he only had in name.

Han Dong concentrated deeply on the Sword Dao, refusing to let chaotic thoughts affect him for the sake of a pure Sword Heart.

To an old hand, this was the hallmark of an honest person.

Everyone liked honest people, because they wouldn't turn the tables on you, it's always you tricking them.

Han Dong's anger originally flared up, his intent to kill wavering; he had already made up his mind to take action.

With a few calm words, Old Emperor Qian suppressed Han Dong's killing intent.

This old scoundrel wanted to manipulate Han Dong without even needing to draft a plan in advance.

Han Dong now hovered in the air, holding that transparent heart, momentarily unsure of what to do.

Should he draw his sword and strike this old scoundrel, or stiffen his neck and say thank you?

He had never encountered such a situation before.

Just then, a blazing light flew rapidly from behind, the female Ba hurried over, anxious.

For others, she couldn't say, but she knew her man too well.

If Han Dong was truly someone with a heart of stone, able to decisively draw his sword and ignore blood ties, to slay his father, things wouldn't be today's mess, and Han Dong wouldn't be with her.

This was definitely a pitfall, and the best solution she could think of for Han Dong was to avoid all contact, not advance, then he wouldn't fall into the trap.

But ultimately it was useless, because the fatal weakness had been effortlessly exploited.

As the female Ba flew in, Han Dong's already shaken state of mind became even more unstable.

At this moment, Old Emperor Qian's gaze directed behind Han Dong, his sharp eyes seeming to transcend boundaries, directly locking onto the female Ba.

He revealed a slight smile but said nothing, merely raised his hand, his aura began to surge, and a finger ominously pointed towards the approaching female Ba.

Instantly, Han Dong, whose mental state was already unstable, was triggered as if stimulated, and the killing intent on him suddenly erupted.

The killing intent that had been accumulated in the deep sea for thousands of years was unleashed completely at once, Han Dong's eyes dyed with the murderous aura, his whole person became gray and misty, like a sword infused wholly with murderous intent.

"Don't..." the female Ba exclaimed in shock, tried to stop Han Dong from making a move, but it was already too late.

Ching...

A shrill sword cry rang out.

The surrounding area, already affected by Sword Intent, resembling Sword Qi, the Gang Wind suddenly paused.

In an instant, all the Gang Winds seemed to dissolve and disappear, gathered into the Sword Domain within the Black Sword held by Han Dong. This time, instead of spreading out, all the power, along with the killing intent, was focused on the Black Sword.

A gray-black sword light, upon unsheathing, instantly transcended distance, directly landing between the brows of Old Emperor Qian.

Time seemed to stand still, everything froze in this moment.

No overwhelming momentum, even the pervasive killing intent dissipated with it.

Old Emperor Qian still carried a slight smile on his face.

Beneath the calm, within him at this moment, a power beyond the Ninth Tier limit condensed and did not disperse.

That concentrated and indispellable force became the peak Sword Light formed in the Sword Domain, cutting through all obstacles, piercing his flesh, piercing his Qi Refinement power, piercing his Primordial Spirit, advancing towards the deepest place.

The path seemed unhindered.

In that unseen depth, the real obstacle emerged.

Amidst endless illusions, Old Emperor Qian's illusion hovered there, chains extending from his body, resembling ropes twisted together.

One chain extended all the way from him to the illusion of Han Dong.

Old Emperor Qian's illusion gently moved his finger, and the gray-black sword light cut through, severing this chain.

This was the bond of blood.

Now it was severed.

Afterward, that black-gray sword light encountered no other obstacles, rushing straight ahead.

In the boundless void, Daqian Country's map suddenly appeared, an illusionary image of Old Emperor Qian appearing upon the map, his complexion cold, wearing a golden robe embroidered with a Divine Dragon, which seemed entangled on him, its head peering over his shoulder and at his chest.

As if sensing danger, the Divine Dragon Illusion abruptly opened its eyes.

Daqian's map also radiated brilliance at this moment.

The vast Daqian national destiny, immeasurable Divine Dynasty power, at this instant began to activate, remotely sent over from the distant Daqian.

That sword light which had faced almost no resistance, now finally encountered a real obstacle.

The power of the Divine Dynasty and the Sword Domain infused with millennia-old killing intent collided.

This was the fiercest clash.

At that moment, far away in Daqian, the new Emperor Qian abruptly opened his eyes.

He stood and gazed northwest, his eyes chillingly sharp, lips curving upwards, his expression becoming twisted.

"My most revered father, so this is the kind of scheme you're plotting."

He sensed it within a breath, then grinned broadly.

"As your son, how could I stand upon seeing you in peril without doing anything?

You must be waiting for me to lend you a helping hand.

All right, I shall fulfill your wish."

The new Emperor Qian flipped his hand, holding the Jade Seal of Daqian with one hand.

He solemnly lowered his voice and bellowed.

"Chop!"

The Jade Seal of Daqian then burst into brilliance.

The new Emperor Qian personally mobilized Daqian's national destiny, harnessing Daqian's Divine Dynasty power to remotely aid Old Emperor Qian.