Chapter Ninety-Four: When Passion Meets Insight, the Elder of the Ancestral Temple Commands Authority over All Officials [Request for Support]

The sword aura surged like a beam of light piercing through the Bull and Dipper constellations, a heroic spirit soaring to the heavens, shattering the evening clouds. A pillar of white radiance shot skyward, like a column of light pouring into the misty dusk clouds, as if it had torn open a vast, swirling vortex in the dark clouds heavy with spring rain.

Invincible momentum, the lure of heroic spirit, and the vast sword aura—

Three streams of energy intertwined at this moment. On the Wanghu Tower, the young man’s entire body glowed, resembling a peerless celestial being. Grasping his sword firmly, he aimed to cut down the injustice burning within his heart.

A man of principle values righteousness; he is willing to shed blood with a resolute hand.

An Le’s desire to follow the flow of his spirit left no room for hesitation—he resolutely struck to kill. From the moment he rose from the Jade Embankment, near the Ink Pool, his heart was set on ending a life.

The Green Mountain hummed—a low, resonant sound, both somber and exhilarating. Though An Le’s cultivation was insufficient to break through the Diamond Bell’s defense, Green Mountain was no ordinary power. It resonated with An Le’s raging fury, seeming to transform into an unparalleled, razor-sharp sword. Beneath the tattered bamboo sword, it concealed a heroic spirit capable of severing all things.

This shabby bamboo sword, its rank unknown, seemed to reveal its sharpness to the entire world. Its exposed edge was so fierce that even third-grade defensive treasures struggled to block it.

Still feeling uncertain, An Le invoked a fragment of the heroic spirit’s power to augment his strength and cultivation.

That heroic spirit was truly An Le’s trump card; not once had he called upon it during his fight with Monk Fa Kong.

For An Le, the heroic spirit was an external force that transcended realms, greatly amplifying his power.

Hence, An Le seldom used it, but this time, to shatter the Diamond Bell’s defense, he drew upon a strand of heroic spirit’s energy.

Though scant, this single strand bore the weight of a thousand jun.

Under its force, the Diamond Bell’s defense—meant only to be broken by a seventh-level cultivator—was forcibly cleaved open.

Inside the bell, Qin Qianqiu, who had never imagined facing mortal danger, was pierced through by the sword and pinned to the ground.

The wooden floorboards of Wanghu Tower groaned under the strain, nearly splintering.

An Le’s fierce sword power, combined with the heroic spirit and the sharpness of Green Mountain, finally shattered Qin Qianqiu’s turtle shell. A mournful bell toll echoed around.

The ancient bell’s golden light around Qin Qianqiu vanished entirely. The small bell pendant on his chest cracked in two, its divine glow extinguished.

Emerging from beneath the Diamond Bell, Qin Qianqiu’s form was fully revealed.

A sword had pierced his chest, releasing a burst of blossoming crimson blood.

The vivid red blood spread across the floor.

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