A Hand on the Earth

The two security guards were effortlessly dispatched by the informant.

He then immediately sent a message to Liu Weiwei.

"Chief, making a phone call by the arena definitely won't work."

"With so many Martial Saints from the Ancient Clan watching, it'd be too easy for something to go wrong."

"I've connected my phone to the central control equipment. Now, you can only talk to Mr. Zhao Bing through the stadium's large screen."

"You have about two minutes."

At this moment, Liu Weiwei looked at the video feed of Zhao Bing, whose body was already beginning to give out.

Without hesitation, she dialed the video call.

After all, this might be the last time she would ever speak to her junior brother, Zhao Bing.

Meanwhile, on the arena, Zhao Bing also felt that his body had reached its absolute limit.

He stared fixedly at Gu Changqing in front of him.

Completely disregarding his own condition, he slashed out two more streams of sword aura toward Gu Changqing.

Gu Changqing hastily unleashed Cloud-Repelling Palms to block.

But he still stumbled back several steps in a sorry state.

"Damn it, what kind of freak is this guy?!"

"He's so heavily injured, yet he can hold on for this long!"

Zhao Bing's vision was going dark in waves.

He forcefully steadied his posture, refusing to let himself fall.

Even his martial domain was becoming difficult to maintain.

The tyrannical sword aura swirling around him began to dissipate.

Zhao Bing gasped for breath, forcefully rallying his spirit, wanting to slash his opponent Gu Changqing a few more times.

By now, the members of the Ancient Clan were getting antsy.

"Changqing, he can't hold on anymore. Hurry up and attack!"

"Cut off his head and avenge our clansmen!"

"Don't let him die on his own; you have to kill him with your own hands."

...

Hearing the shouts of his clansmen.

Gu Changqing swallowed the blood welling up in his throat.

He cursed inwardly:

"If you're so capable, you go do it!"

"All you know is how to bark from the sidelines!"

"What if he's faking it and suddenly launches a desperate counterattack?!"

Gu Changqing had long been beaten into fear by Zhao Bing.

On the surface, his injuries didn't look severe, and he had seemingly blocked almost all of Zhao Bing's sword aura attacks.

But only he knew best.

His internal organs had long been ruptured by the shockwaves.

Countless spectators couldn't help but sigh.

They could already see that Zhao Bing was at the end of his rope.

"What a pity! The Chosen Scarface couldn't kill this Ancient Clan scum!"

"Once he falls, it'll probably be completely over!"

"Look at how cowardly that Ancient Clan guy is, what a piece of trash."

"After today's battle, Mr. Zhao Bing will surely go down in the annals of Great Xia's history."

...

Just as countless spectators were feeling regret for Zhao Bing.

The LED display screen above the arena suddenly rang with a familiar video call ringtone.

Everyone's attention was drawn, and they looked up curiously.

The video soon connected.

A breathtakingly beautiful face appeared on the screen.

It was none other than Liu Weiwei.

The informant, having connected the call, fled the central control room at the first opportunity.

He then quickly left the Holy Capital Stadium.

Through the live television broadcast, Liu Weiwei also saw that the call had connected.

She couldn't see Zhao Bing at the moment, but she knew he could see her.

So she spoke directly:

"Junior Brother, you must hold on."

"Master is personally rushing to the Holy Capital. You must hold on!"

Beside her, Shuangshuang also cried out:

"Senior Brother Zhao Bing, Daddy is coming to save you!"

"You absolutely cannot die!"

"Wuu wuu wuu..."

Zhao Bing looked up at Shuangshuang's crying little face on the large screen.

He cracked a wide smile.

He wanted to leave his little junior sister with a smile before he died.

Unfortunately, blood continuously seeped through the gaps in his teeth.

The smile was rather tragic.

However, hearing that his master, Chen Feng, was actually coming to the Holy Capital.

His heart warmed.

But he knew just how dangerous it would be once Chen Feng appeared in the Holy Capital.

Chen Feng was the mortal enemy of the Ancient Clan.

The kind where they couldn't live under the same sky.

Although he desperately wanted to see his master one last time before dying, he didn't want to burden him.

He simply looked at Shuangshuang on the screen and asked:

"I might not be able to see Master anymore!"

"Did Master have anything to say to me before?"

Shuangshuang thought for a moment and repeated what Chen Feng had said before he left.

"Daddy said, 'He doesn't even have hands anymore, how is he supposed to fight?'"

"'Is he going to fight them with his mouth?'"

Zhao Bing chuckled.

He was amused by Shuangshuang's words.

The injuries on his arms were faintly becoming impossible to suppress.

Blood began to flow out rapidly.

Zhao Bing stumbled and fell to one knee on the ground.

He happened to see the Chixiao Sword, the precious sword his master had gifted him years ago, lying quietly on the steel arena in front of him.

"Old friend, you've accompanied me for ten years."

"It's a pity I couldn't fight alongside you in my final moments."

Just as he murmured these two sentences, he recalled the phrase Shuangshuang had just mimicked from Chen Feng.

"Fight them with his mouth!"

His heart jolted, and he suddenly experienced a flash of enlightenment.

An intense battle intent, almost tangible, began to permeate the air.

An even more formidable Sword Dao domain unfolded once again.

Gu Changqing retreated in fright.

He thought to himself:

"I knew it was a terminal lucidity!"

However, the Ancient Clan members and the live audience were all somewhat bewildered.

They all knew that The Chosen Scarface's master was the Great Xia hero, Chen Feng.

But who was the master they were talking about in the video call just now?

Ever since the Ancient Clan made Chen Feng's crimes and fate public.

Everyone in the world knew that Great Xia's Chen Feng, in order to stop the Flood Dragon from transforming into a True Dragon, was killed by the Ancient Clan in the White Tiger Abyss of the Four Symbols Chasm.

Since Chen Feng was already dead, who was this master they spoke of?

Could he have taken someone else as his master?

Or did the senior brother and junior sister take a master together?

On the other side.

The stadium staff also realized something was wrong.

They immediately sent someone to rush into the central control room and cut off the video call.

And they began checking the surveillance cameras to find out who did it.

Zhao Bing stared at the Chixiao Sword on the ground and laughed excitedly:

"Master, I understand now!"

Saying this, he dropped to both knees, kneeling in front of the Chixiao Sword.

Under the puzzled gazes of the crowd.

Zhao Bing knocked his head directly onto the ground.

"What is he doing? Kneeling and kowtowing in surrender?"

"He's reciting ultimate move lines again! Could he actually turn this around?"

"I feel like something's not right. Did his Sword Dao break through again?"

"Here it comes! Here it comes! The signature loud laugh has appeared, the ultimate move line has been spoken, the next strike will surely defeat the enemy!"

...

Then, under everyone's shocked and confused gazes, Zhao Bing bit down on the hilt of the sword with his mouth.

He stood up again.

An indescribable sword intent shot straight into the sky.

Even before the sword was drawn, Gu Changqing felt a chill run through his entire body.

Zhao Bing's face was flushed with excitement.

He felt that even if he had to die ten more times, it would be worth it!

He looked at Gu Changqing again.

Like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey.

At this moment, Zhao Bing gripped the sword with his mouth.

He used his neck as a wrist.

His upper body as a forearm.

His waist and abdomen as an elbow.

His legs as upper arms.

And his feet as shoulders, connecting to the earth.

In this moment, he was an arm growing out of the earth, holding a sword.

Coexisting with the earth, becoming one with the earth.

In this moment, Zhao Bing redefined what it meant to be one with the sword, and what it meant to be one with heaven and earth.

The Fifteen Deadly Sword Strikes!

Kill!

Zhao Bing suddenly charged forward, twisted his body, and slashed out a strike.

The sky-piercing sword intent instantly retracted and condensed.

When it bloomed again, it had transformed into a sword phantom dozens of meters long, flashing past in an instant.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Gu Changqing let out continuous roars!

In a panic, he unleashed blasts of Three-Part Return Vitality, attempting to block Zhao Bing's sword aura.