"I'm not quite used to using my left hand."
Gu Chengyin glanced at the man in black he had just repelled, who was now leaning against the wall in shock, and thought to himself.
Although the effect of that saber strike just now was remarkable, he could still feel it.
There was still a trace of sluggishness between his left hand's exertion of force and the circulation of his true qi; it hadn't reached perfect coordination.
After thinking for a moment, he switched the long saber from his left hand to his right.
This immediately felt much smoother. The saber's center of gravity aligned perfectly with the arc of strength from his right hand.
"I didn't expect that I'd ultimately resort to this move: weaving basic attacks with normal strikes."
However, Gu Chengyin was extremely clear in his heart.
The reason this strike could produce such a crushing effect...
...was not because of his physical muscle strength, nor the amplification from his breathing technique.
It was because of his true qi.
The true qi within his body did not come from day after day of cultivation.
Instead, it was converted from the influence he gathered by relying on the great banner of Luo Zhao, converging like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.
This made his volume of true qi far exceed that of cultivators at the same stage, reaching an unbelievable level.
And the reason that seemingly unadorned strike just now could so easily defeat the man in black...
...was actually just absolute power breaking all techniques.
What Gu Chengyin swung out was not the strike of a single mid-stage Qi Condensation cultivator.
But a strike equivalent to several, or even dozens of mid-stage Qi Condensation cultivators swinging at the same time.
Of course, this did not mean he could defeat a Foundation Establishment expert.
Because the gap in realms could not be bridged by mere quantity, but by quality.
But against those of the same stage or even the same realm, he could simply crush them with sheer volume.
Cui Zilu, who was being protected in Gu Chengyin's arms, had stars in her eyes, completely immersed in a completely different mood.
Everything that had just happened was infinitely slowed down and beautified in her eyes.
Ultimately condensing into an incredibly dazzling scene!
Brother Chengyin is so handsome!
So handsome that she couldn't find any words in her little head to describe him.
So handsome that the blood in her entire body was boiling and cheering!
Wasn't this exactly the heart-racing hero saving the beauty plot from her favorite operas?!
These vicious men in black were the big villains in the plays who specialized in bullying weak women!
And her Brother Chengyin was the peerless hero descending from the heavens!!!
Cui Zilu subconsciously shrank deeper into Gu Chengyin's embrace, the scent of his aura lingering at the tip of her nose.
She felt incredibly safe, yet incredibly thrilled.
Gu Chengyin's attention at this moment was not given to Cui Zilu at all.
All his senses and spirit were locked onto the remaining three men in black.
These three men in black were completely dumbfounded right now.
What had just happened?
They had clearly seen their companion use his ultimate trump card, with astonishing momentum and a tricky angle, such a sure-kill strike.
How could it be that in the blink of an eye, their companion was sent flying backward vomiting blood, crashing into the wall and unable to even crawl up?
And this Marquis Side-by-Side had merely swung his saber casually?
He hadn't even used a cultivation technique?
Emotions of suspicion, fear, and disbelief intertwined madly in the hearts of the three men in black.
They looked at each other, their eyes full of hesitation and struggle.
The prey before them seemed not to be the soft persimmon they had imagined, but rather a ferocious beast in sheep's clothing.
However, the arrow was on the bowstring; it had to be fired.
They had already revealed themselves, and the consequences of failing the mission were more terrifying than dying here.
After a brief silence, a resolute and fierce light flashed in the eyes of the three men in black simultaneously.
They silently exchanged a glance and nodded heavily.
In the next instant, as if by prior agreement, the three abruptly sprang into action!
From three different directions, like three black poisoned arrows leaving the bowstring.
They pushed their speed to the absolute limit. The weapons in their hands gleamed with cold light, carrying a desperate, do-or-die killing intent.
They lunged fiercely at Gu Chengyin all at once.
Their angles were tricky, clearly intending to use a combined assault technique to finish off the target.
Facing this deadly pincer attack from three directions, Gu Chengyin's expression still did not show the slightest fluctuation.
Under the absolute rationality amplified by his breathing technique, his mind was like a high-speed precision instrument.
Calculating their mutual distance, angles, speeds, and the opponents' possible strike points.
He pulled Cui Zilu a bit further behind him, using his own body to shield her.
At the same time, his right hand tightly gripped the saber's hilt.
The vigorous true qi surging like a mighty river within his body.
In this moment, it was poured into the long saber in his hand without reservation!
The blade suddenly let out a low hum, trembling slightly as if unable to withstand such massive energy.
At the edge of the blade, a faint white glow, so solid that it distorted the air, flickered unsteadily.
There were no complex moves, no complicated variations.
Relying purely on his rational judgment, Gu Chengyin took the long saber infused with terrifying true qi.
And drew a simple yet perfect arc around his body.
A horizontal slash!
Hum!!!
A strange and muffled roar rang out; it was not the sound of metal clashing.
But a sonic boom created by the violent friction, compression, and ultimate eruption of true qi against the air.
A condensed, almost tangible pale white saber qi in the shape of a half-moon suddenly detached from the blade.
Centered on Gu Chengyin, a cold crescent moon suddenly expanded, sweeping toward the men in black lunging from three directions.
Wherever the blade aura passed, the air was torn apart, letting out a sharp, hissing shriek.
Dust and gravel on the ground were swept up and blown away by an invisible force.
The three men in black, the moment the blade aura appeared, had their pupils shrink to the size of pinpricks.
A deadly sense of crisis instantly coiled around their hearts!
"Not good! Dodge!"
Someone roared.
The three forcefully halted their forward momentum, their bodies abruptly sinking in a posture that defied common sense.
They tried to shrink themselves as low as possible to evade the sweeping crescent of death.
They could clearly feel that the true qi contained within this crescent blade aura was simply terrifying.
Let alone taking it head-on, even being grazed slightly would likely result in snapped tendons and broken bones.
However, not everyone could perfectly execute a sudden change of direction to dodge in such haste.
The two men in black on the left and in the front, relying on their more agile movements and instinctive reaction to danger, successfully lowered their bodies in the nick of time, barely letting that fierce crescent blade aura whistle past them.
The ensuing gale made their scalps tingle, but they had at least avoided a fatal blow.
But the man in black on the right, due to his excessive forward momentum, reacted a fraction of a second too late.
When he saw the blade aura upon him, it was already too late to dodge.
With nowhere to hide, he could only block it head-on!
A trace of madness flashed in his eyes. With a furious roar, he frantically poured all his true qi into the scimitar in his hands.
Gripping the hilt tightly with both hands, facing the incoming pale white blade aura, he slashed down viciously, attempting to cleave it apart!
"Clang!!!"
An ear-piercing, teeth-grating sound of metal snapping rang out.
There was no stalemate, no sparks flying.
In the face of the crescent blade aura containing a massive amount of true qi, the fine steel scimitar infused with all of the man in black's true qi was just like a knife cutting through tofu; it couldn't even provide a single moment of resistance.
It was cleanly severed down the middle.
The broken blade spun as it flew into the air.
Meanwhile, the crescent blade aura, its momentum completely undiminished, swept straight through the waist and abdomen of the man in black.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
The madness on the man in black's face instantly froze.
He lowered his head, looking at his waist in disbelief.
A thin line of blood slowly emerged.
The next moment, his upper body silently slid off along that bloodline, separating from his lower half, and crashed heavily into the dust.
Blood surged out like a fountain, instantly dyeing a large patch of the ground red.
One strike.
Cut in half at the waist.
Gu Chengyin quickly raised his left hand, covering Cui Zilu's eyes. "Don't look."
At the same time, with a flick of his right wrist, he retracted his long saber.
The blade remained as clean and bright as new, untainted by a single drop of blood, only the pulsing pale white blade aura slowly retracted.
Gu Chengyin glanced at the corpse on the ground, then at the saber in his hand, and sighed with emotion:
"The right hand really does deal more damage."

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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.