Above the Galaxy-Chapter 977 - 621: Shen Wuxiang and I Will Not Rest Until One of Us Dies!

Chapter 977: Chapter 621: Shen Wuxiang and I Will Not Rest Until One of Us Dies!
Wei Qing is a pure swordsman.
He doesn’t concern himself with matters outside the window, focusing solely on honing his killing skills.
He didn’t know who founded the Ghost Palace, nor was he aware that it had surpassed Wuyou Palace to become the Empire’s foremost ’mysterious’ organization.
There was even a hint of terror.
At least for those officials and generals who once played inglorious roles in the Tang Fei case, it was so.
When Ghost Palace was causing rivers of blood to flow in the Empire, Wei Qing was at Hushan Hill cutting bioluminescence.
Because bioluminescence was fast, his swordsmanship could be faster.
Seeing those black-clothed youths looking indignant, as if they wished to devour flesh and drink blood, Wei Qing sneered repeatedly, saying: "From the name, it’s something that cannot see the light."
"You can do such disgraceful things, yet do not allow others to speak about it?"
This time no one cursed.
All the black-clothed youths drew the long swords from their waists with cold, stern eyes, ready to risk their lives against Wei Qing.
"Step back." Ling Yunxiao said.
He knew that while these youths from the Assassination Group were martial arts elites, they were still somewhat lacking in front of the God slaying Sword, which had been famous for twenty years.
Sending them up would just be sending them to their deaths, which was something he, as the leader of the Assassination Group, did not want to see.
He still hoped that in time, one or two Little Grandmasters could emerge from among these youths.
At that time, Ghost’s power would reach new heights, becoming a terrifying existence that would make the entire Star Sky tremble.
The hierarchy within Ghost Palace is strict, and orders are followed without question.
No choice, as Palace Master Bai Wuxin was not a leader who would be lenient.
No matter who made a mistake, they would face punishment according to palace rules.
Though unwilling, dozens of black-clothed youths still retreated in unison.
"Leave him to me."
"Heh, such arrogance." Wei Qing taunted, "The renowned Extreme Cold Sword, reduced to someone’s hound and lackey; it’s truly heartbreaking to think about..."
"And what about you appearing here... how is that any better?" Ling Yunxiao retorted sarcastically.
"I serve the Empire."
"The Empire? Where is this Empire? Who can represent the Empire?"
"As an enshrined at Fengming Palace, the orders of Fengming Palace are the will of the Empire." Wei Qing argued logically.
At their level, money and status were no longer sought after; he, at least, did not care about these.
He still believed in the saying of the old master: A true hero serves the country and the people.
When the country is in crisis, people like them, who practice martial arts, should stand up and save the day.
Therefore, when he received the interception order from Fengming Palace, he descended from Hushan Hill with determination, carrying his sword.
"Who resides in Fengming Palace? Just Shen Wuxiang’s puppet. You know swordsmanship but are ignorant of the world; how laughable."
"Is it that I am ignorant of the world, or is it that your selfishness is too heavy? You disrupt the world, bringing disaster everywhere, under the guise of serving the country and the people, yet you tarnish our national body, harm our economy, causing wars to break out, leaving the people in misery... Are scoundrels like you worthy to contend with the Military Minister?"
"It seems neither of us can convince the other."
Wei Qing looked at Ling Yunxiao and said solemnly, "Interested parties have listed us both within the Three Swords, but I’ve always had a question..."
"I want to know, is it your Sword Colder, or my Sword Faster."
"A test will tell." Ling Yunxiao said proudly.
They were all players of the sword and were within the ’Three Swords’ of Three Sabers, Three Swords, Three Obsessed, naturally feeling rivalry towards each other.
To some extent, everyone privately thought, ’Is he worthy to be with me?’
"Tonight will reveal all."
Before the words had fallen, Wei Qing had already disappeared from the pitch-black boulder.
His body dragged countless afterimages through the air; his true form crossed the sky, with one sword slashing towards Ling Yunxiao’s face amidst the lake.
Fast!
The swordsmanship was fast, and the movement technique was fast.
So fast, it was unbelievable.
Ling Yunxiao’s expression was grave; he dared not be careless.
The Snow Sword in his hand surged with a blue glow, suddenly confronting the incoming long sword.
Clang!
The blades collided.
With a missed strike, Wei Qing, like an attachment to bone, frantically pursued and attacked around Ling Yunxiao.
One sword faster than another.
Pressuring Ling Yunxiao in battle.
Ling Yunxiao was aware of the gravity, this was Wei Qing’s ’momentum.’ If he allowed him to keep such momentum, then it would enter his unique ’rhythm,’ or as we often call it, ’domain.’
At that time, reversing the situation and making a counterattack would become exceedingly difficult.
The final result would be getting decapitated by Wei Qing.
Getting decapitated wasn’t a big deal; the key was to avoid being the subject of gossip:
Extreme Cold Sword is indeed not as good as the God slaying Sword...
This was intolerable.
While fending off strikes, Ling Yunxiao retreated, entangling with him through the peerless movement technique of ’Shadow of Yunmiao.’
He needed to find a path to break the impasse.
Retreating, continuously retreating.
Meanwhile, Wei Qing pressed on step by step, each sword slash coming from various angles, even with absolute superiority, there was no sign of slackening or carelessness.
Wei Qing, having finally formed Sword Intent with his fast sword, certainly wouldn’t easily let Ling Yunxiao escape from his Sword Array.
As seasoned top experts, they both knew, in a strong versus strong duel, a slight negligence could lead to a complete downfall.
The wind blows, leaves fall, blink of an eye...
Never, ever let your opponent find any flaw.
How did the villains in films die? They gained the upper hand and then boastfully displayed it, even arrogantly wanting to urinate on someone’s head...
When is a bad time for urination?
Amidst one urination, two heads are gone.
Is it worth it?
If only the kidney was better...
So, men venturing out, must refrain from indulgence; red date and goji tea should be prepared.
In an instant, Ling Yunxiao had taken thousands of Wei Qing’s swords.
Although reaching the Grandmaster Realm, the yin and yang qi within is always circulating.
But that requires time.
Under this high-frequency pounding, Ling Yunxiao clearly felt the Yin Yang Qi within his body depleting rapidly, and the force of his counterattacks was gradually weakening, like an old man meeting a young wife... supplementing couldn’t keep up with the draining.
Ling Yunxiao knew he couldn’t wait any longer.
He pushed the movement technique "Shadow of Yunmiao" to the extreme, this time advancing instead of retreating, striking towards Wei Qing’s head with a sword.
At the same time, he left his chest and abdomen completely open to Wei Qing.
Mutual destruction, or perish together.
His reckless attack put Wei Qing in a difficult position, as he only wanted to serve the country, but never intended to sacrifice his life for it.
Especially not to die at the hands of someone like Ling Yunxiao.
In his mind, the opponent he wanted to challenge was Xuanyuan Mingjing at Zhongdaoling...
Hesitation leads to defeat.
He couldn’t help but take a step back, yes, this was the only retreat throughout the fight so far.
And it was this step that obliterated the overwhelming advantage he had gained with quick swords.
Ling Yunxiao finally found a breathing space, and an opportunity to counterattack.
The Snow Sword in his hand plunged into the lake, and the surface instantly froze.
The long sword swayed, and snow and wind filled the sky.
"Icebound Thousand Miles"!
Wei Qing was astonished.
He didn’t expect Ling Yunxiao’s cultivation to be so profound, refining the intangible Qi into tangible form.
The ice shards beneath his feet and the flying snow all became his killing weapons.
Wei Qing had no room to retreat and could only envelop his body in Yin Yang Qi, wielding the God slaying Sword until it was airtight and impenetrable.
Ling Yunxiao stood poised on ice, surrounded by wind and snow within three feet.
The extremely low temperature desiccated the air, suspended ice crystals like stardust, and moonlight refracted through them, transforming into a mournful and eerie aurora curtain draped over the dome.
At this moment, dressed in a black combat uniform, Ling Yunxiao looked daunting, a sight Tang Fei couldn’t help but be three parts envious and seven parts jealous.
"Take my sword," Ling Yunxiao looked at Wei Qing and said coldly.
Wei Qing understood his meaning.
Both were Little Grandmasters, and famous ones at that.
If they kept entangled, who knows when the fight would end.
Moreover, if one side desperately flees, the other would find it hard to hold them back.
Ling Yunxiao wanted to decide victory and defeat, and life and death with one sword.
Wei Qing hesitated slightly...
Hmm, why hesitate again?
His determination became firm instantly, and he said boldly, "Alright, I’ll take your sword."
Ling Yunxiao moved.
The Snow Sword flew out of his hand, silver light gleaming through the dark night.
The cold glint didn’t slash down but advanced slowly like a glacier descending.
Where the sword pointed, the floating ice crystals in the air suddenly coalesced into thousands of small ice swords, whistling and shooting along some mysterious trajectory.
With the Snow Sword as the vanguard, dense ice swords surged forward, covering the sky.
"This sword is named ’Thousand Mountains in Snow’!"
Ling Yunxiao’s voice carried over from the icy swords, devoid of any emotion.
As if, his heart had been frozen over.
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"In the orders I received, there was no such option."
With these words, the entire room fell silent.
The previously seemingly harmonious atmosphere instantly froze to an icy point.
Colder even than Ling Yunxiao’s Extreme Cold Sword.
Sheng Xinhua was the first to lose patience, showing his signature mocking smile, he asked, "Do you mean, if we don’t leave, you’ll arrest or kill us all?"
"Miss Sheng, you should know, that is not my intention."
Bai Xingjian sat upright as usual, as if the words just now hadn’t come from his mouth: "However, for soldiers, obeying orders is their duty."
"So, yes, if you don’t want to accept the invitation... then I can only use another form of invitation."
Sheng Jing adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his square face showed no emotion, like an ancient well, calm and imperturbable.
Bai Xingjian couldn’t help but admire secretly, worthy of being among the top three figures, even with a knife at his throat, he remained calm and composed.
"Is this Shen Wuxiang’s meaning?" Sheng Jing asked.
"This is the Military Minister’s intention."
"If I refuse the invitation, will Shen Wuxiang arrest my family?"
"The Military Minister still hopes to have a good game with the Finance Minister."
"I want to call Shen Wuxiang."
"The Military Minister said that some words are more sincere when said face to face."
"It seems there’s no chance?"
"The Military Minister has already given chances. And not just once."
"Alright then." Sheng Jing seemed to make some sort of resolution, staring into Bai Xingjian’s eyes, he said: "I do not accept, you may proceed."
Mei Yuyin silently walked behind Sheng Jing, supporting her husband with her actions.
Family must stand together.
"The Finance Minister is a wise man, why push things to this point?"
Sheng Jing scolded in a low voice: "Precisely because I am not stupid, I know what awaits at Qi Mountain. How is that different from being a prisoner?"
"Shen Wuxiang wants me to cooperate on the economy, I cooperate on the economy. Shen Wuxiang wants me to step down for his own people, I step down for his own people."
"It’s fine whatever happens to me, as a man, suffering a bit is nothing. But he’s bullying my wife and daughter... can I back down?"
"I have no other choice in my life, only one: a fight to the death with Shen Wuxiang."
Silence.
A deathly silence.
Bai Xingjian sighed deeply, as if witnessing this scene brought him great regret.
He stood up, waved a large hand, and shouted, "Proceed."
Clatter!
A large number of Security Bureau agents, clad in blue uniforms, armed with Pulse Guns, burst in.
Evidently, the guards outside the Sheng Family had already been dealt with by them.