Chapter 57 Qian Renxue wields the Primordial Sword! Ranked first on the Golden List! She crushes Tang San!
"!!!"
These words, like a thunderbolt, exploded in Qian Renxue's mind!
After a brief moment of astonishment, an overwhelming sense of pride and sweetness welled up inside me.
"Xue Ke's luck is incredible!"
"I actually managed to obtain a treasure left behind by my master!"
The surprise in her eyes quickly faded, replaced by an overwhelming admiration and adoration.
It was a kind of fanaticism that bordered on faith.
"Master... is indeed still so powerful and unfathomable!"
In Qian Renxue's heart, her master Lu Ming was an omnipotent being.
The Primordial Sword he casually took out gave her the confidence to contend with the God King.
The principles he casually explained were enough to make her understand the true meaning of the gods.
And now, the sky has once again confirmed her thoughts.
Such power, capable of transforming an ordinary martial soul into the legendary "Nine-Turn Golden Pill" of a king's bloodline, was merely something her master had "casually overlooked"!
What a realm this is!
What a magnificent spirit!
Qian Renxue held the simple and unadorned longsword in her hand. Chaotic energy swirled on the blade, as if it contained a newly created universe.
This is the Primordial Sword that her master bestowed upon her.
Feeling the warm touch from the sword hilt, Qian Renxue could almost feel her master's broad, warm hand covering the back of her hand.
A faint, happy, and content smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.
Master, did you see that?
The whole world is shaking because of your existence.
And Xue'er is the only one who can stand by your side.
Just as Qian Renxue was immersed in her boundless admiration and love for her master, an extremely arrogant voice came from the battlefield of Jialing Pass below, breaking her thoughts.
"Bibi Dong, stop struggling in vain!"
"This war was won by Shrek Academy and by the Heaven Dou Empire!"
"..."
It's Tang San's voice!
The smile on Qian Renxue's face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of grim determination and resolve.
She came to her senses and looked down at the battlefield.
Tang San, holding the Trident of the Sea God, looked down at the heavily injured Bibi Dong with the air of a victor.
Her mother, the once invincible empress, now looked so disheveled.
A surge of anger ignited within Qian Renxue's heart!
She gripped the Primordial Sword tightly in her hand; the blade trembled slightly, emitting a soft, pleasant hum, as if responding to its master's fighting spirit.
"master..."
She called out softly in her heart.
"Today, we fight side by side!"
"Xue'er, I will use this supreme divine sword you bestowed upon me to sever Tang San's head!"
With this thought in mind, Qian Renxue no longer concealed her presence.
The angelic flames on her body soared into the sky, transforming into a golden pillar of light that pierced through heaven and earth!
The immense divine power surged forth like a celestial river flowing backward, instantly engulfing the entire Jialing Pass!
The next moment, a clear and melodious voice, yet containing boundless killing intent, resounded through the sky.
"Tang San!"
"Quickly accept your death!"
Golden divine flames, like torn clouds, spread out a magnificent avenue above Jialing Pass.
Qian Renxue's figure did not disappear; instead, she reappeared in an even more dazzling manner.
The longsword in her hand was not drawn, but the faint, chaotic aura caused the surrounding space to distort slightly.
Inside and outside Jialing Pass, whether it was the million-strong army of the Heaven Dou Empire or the remaining garrison of the Martial Soul Empire, they all raised their heads high at this moment.
All eyes were focused on that golden figure.
Tang San's eight wings of the Sea God flapped gently behind him, hovering high in the sky, while the Sea God Trident in his hand shimmered with azure divine light.
He looked at Qian Renxue, who had returned, and his expression showed little seriousness, but rather a hint of mockery.
"A Thousand Blades of Snow".
"I thought you had run away just now."
Tang San's voice, amplified by divine power, resounded clearly throughout the battlefield, carrying a sense of superiority and condescension.
In his view, Qian Renxue's sudden disappearance was nothing more than a retreat made out of fear.
Qian Renxue stood atop the clouds, her golden eyes reflecting Tang San's arrogant figure.
She gently shook her head, her lips devoid of any smile, only a calm expression.
"Tang San, I, Qian Renxue, am not you."
"All they know is how to run away, and they're cunning."
"During that palace coup, if you hadn't relied on that bunch of hidden weapons and poisons, and if I hadn't cherished your talent and given you a chance, do you think you would still be alive today?"
"You have no idea how many times you've died."
The Tian Dou Palace coup that year was indeed a pain that would never fade from Qian Renxue's heart.
It wasn't a matter of ability that led to defeat, but rather a lack of ruthlessness and a sliver of pity for the so-called "genius."
Upon hearing this, Tang San's mocking expression did not diminish; instead, it intensified.
He casually twirled the trident, and the Poseidon trident drew a beautiful blue-gold streak in the air.
"Qian Renxue, there's no need to bring up such meaningless assumptions again."
"The winner takes all, the victor is king, the loser is villain."
"History is always written by the victors."
"You lost, that's it. Why all the excuses?"
Tang San's ego had reached its peak at this point.
He is a dual god, the sea god and the chosen successor of the Asura god.
Even though he has not yet fully inherited the Asura Godhood, his strength has already surpassed the limits of this continent.
In his eyes, he was in the position of the strong, so he should naturally set the rules.
The so-called principles and morality are nothing more than tools he uses to restrain the weak or attack the enemy.
When he was weak, he would reason with others and talk about the rules of the sect.
When he is powerful, his fists are the only means to speak.
Qian Renxue's expression gradually turned cold as she looked at Tang San's matter-of-fact demeanor.
She understood that arguing about morality with someone like Tang San was a complete waste of breath.
Tang San only stands on the moral high ground, judging others with morality, but never uses the same standard to demand of himself.
If she hadn't met her master Lu Ming, and if she hadn't listened to his teachings atop that snow-capped mountain, Jialing Pass today would probably truly be the burial place of Qian Renxue.
The Martial Soul Empire will be completely destroyed today.
But now, things are different.
Qian Renxue lowered her head, her gaze gently falling on the long sword in her hand.
The sword was simple and unadorned, without any fancy decorations, and not even a trace of divine power leaked out.
But the moment her fingers touched the hilt of the sword, an indescribable sense of security instantly filled her entire body.
That's the master's aura.
That was the Primordial Sword.
The number one item on the list of rare treasures is the Primordial Sword.
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