C184 The Ancient World (I)

The God Realm, this place that people looked forward to, was actually not that perfect. It could even be described as dark. This was the same as the mortal world. There would be all sorts of social classes, struggles for benefits, pressure, and wars that people hated.

"Young master, please listen to my advice!" A young man dressed as a errand boy kneeled in front of the young master he was talking about. Young master, we are currently at war with the Fenglan. Cloud City is now in an even more chaotic state. It's unknown whether or not we'll be able to leave this place alive! "

As the wind blew across the young man's delicate face, how could he not know that his home, Cloud City, had already become a place where the generals sought pleasure. However, his heart was filled with unwillingness; ever since his family had fallen, all he thought about was turning the tide and restoring the former glory of his family. However, the sudden arrival of this war had destroyed even this last bit of his thoughts.

"Little Xuan, are you sure you want to stop me?" His eyes were bloodshot as he angrily shouted, "Young master, I've obeyed every word you've said since I was young. Today is the only day I can't listen to you. "

"Good, good, good. Since you're so afraid of death, you can just leave it here. I'll go back and take care of those bullshit generals who treat our Yun Family as playthings alone. " With that, the youth walked towards Cloud City.

"Young master, I've promised the old master before, so please don't blame me now." Qing Xuan said after defeating Qing Yun with his sword. Actually, in Qing Xuan's heart, he could understand Qingyun's hatred towards those few generals.

Before Qing Xuan was adopted by the Qing Clan, the Qing Clan was one of the top families in the Yun City. However, due to the sudden disappearance of the Patriarch, the Qing Clan began to decline. This kind of pain could only be borne by Qing Yun himself.

When Qing Yun woke up, he realized that they had already reached the Fantasy City. Qing Yun looked at Qing Xuan who was kneeling beside him and did not say anything. Actually, Qing Yun also knew that it would be unwise to return to Cloud City, but the unwillingness and hatred in his heart was something that could never be expressed with words.

"Qing Xuan, get up." Qing Yun said lightly.

"Yes, young master."

"Xiao Xuan, our Qing Clan has already fallen to such a state. Leave. All we need to do is to leave our Qing Clan's Cyan Cloud Sword behind for me. All of the remaining treasures will be yours, and this can be considered our Qing Clan's repayment to you. "

"Young master, don't say anymore. Ever since I came to the Qing Clan, the young master had been close to me like a brother. But now that the Qing Clan has fallen, I won't leave no matter what you say. I hope that young master will not chase me away. "

Qing Xuan kneeled down with tears in his eyes, thinking back to how he had suffered all kinds of bullying on the streets. If it wasn't for Qing Clan taking him in, he probably wouldn't even know where he would have died.

Qing Yun looked at Qing Xuan who was kneeling on the ground and felt a bad taste in his heart. With the fall of the Qing Clan, the servants in the family left. The ones that left were scattered, and the one who stayed by his side was the only Qing Xuan who accompanied him at all times. When suffering comes to the truth, such feelings cannot be experienced unless one is truly in desperate straits.

"Little Xuan, get up. Since you are able to stay here when our Qing Clan is in trouble, then you are a part of our Qing Clan. There's no need for false etiquette anymore."

When Qing Yun looked at this simple room, he could not help but feel a tinge of sadness. This was the way of the world. When your family had the power, everyone had to curry favor with you. Once your family had fallen, everyone would leave. Some people didn't even hesitate to add insult to injury. This was the true appearance of the world.

"Bang ~ ~ Bang ~" The sound of knocking on the door came from outside.

"Hurry up and open the door for laozi, laozi is from the fifth army camp." "Hurry up and open the door." The sound of shouting came through the window into the room.

"Young master, it should be the army that sent people to capture him."

"Humph!" "I came at the perfect time." As he spoke, he took the sword and walked outside. He lightly tapped on the door with his hand, and a deep stream of divine power surged out, instantly crushing the door into pieces. The soldiers outside the door were like kites with their strings cut, flying very far away with the pieces.

The strong impact caused a certain area of the wall surrounding the door to collapse. The remaining soldiers looked at the collapsed wall and quickly rushed in, quickly surrounding Qing Yun and Qing Xuan who were standing outside.

"We are the military camp of the fifth god clan of Fantasy City. Who are you to dare attack us here?" A Celestial soldier purposely emphasized his status as he shouted at the two of them. In the God Realm, a world that was divided between various interest groups, the most powerful party was the army of every country. And the army gradually became the world's best business card.

"Fifth barracks?" Very well, I'll start with you guys. " As he spoke, Qing Yun swiftly drew his sword and slashed at the person in front of him. The sharp sword intent as well as the powerful divine power pressed down on the void, causing the space around the sword to change shape.

Although the soldiers of the god race had received all kinds of training, there was still a big difference between training and actual combat. Plus, Qing Yun's attacks were very fast, the halberd in the soldier's hand was just like a piece of furniture, useless for holding.

The blade of the sword clashed violently with the soldier's armor, causing a series of sparks to fly out. Only the tip of the sword had broken through the armor's defense, leaving a long scar on the soldier's body. Although it could not be fatal, it was already very good. The armor of the God Realm was made from extremely precious materials, so ordinary swords and sabers would not be able to leave any traces on it, let alone break through the armor.

At the same time that Qing Yun drew his sword, the other soldiers were not idle either. Three of them chose to first deal with Qing Xuan, while the rest pointed their swords at Qing Yun. After the Greencloud Sword landed, their swords had already sliced past Qing Yun's body, leaving behind a few deep wounds, causing Qing Yun, who was originally neat and tidy, to be battered and exhausted.

After dodging the attack, Qing Yun held his sword horizontally in front of him and shouted, "Blue Rain Sword Art!" The surrounding air became moist, and Qing Yun's figure gradually became blurry, as raindrops gradually fell from the sky. The soldiers quickly took up defensive positions. As their momentum increased, the sense of crisis became clearer.

Droplets of rain continued to fall from the sky, which was neither too big nor too small. This' Blue Rain Sword Art 'originated from one of the two sets of sword arts created by the ancestors of the Qing Clan. As for the other sword technique, 'Fog Language', it paid more attention to illusions and illusions, while at other times, it would attack and defend even more mysteriously.

These two sword techniques had been perfected by the ancestors of the past generations of the Qing Clan, and they had consumed a great deal of energy and blood to create them. Just like this Blue Rain Sword Art, every single raindrop within it was filled with attacks. Just as the soldiers were retreating, Qing Yun appeared. Along with him, a huge net formed from azure sword intent appeared. This extremely beautiful sword net seemed to contain an endless amount of killing intent.

The moment the armor and the sword net made contact, the armor would become riddled with wounds and could be broken at any time. The soldiers frantically brandished their long swords. After all, they did not dare to hope that their bodies would be able to endure for more than a few seconds in this dense net of swords. Even so, the net of swords had left countless marks on their bodies through the gaps in their armor.

The raindrops did not stop with just their sword intent. Amidst the violent attacks, a few soldiers were gradually losing their will to fight. The moment their swords stopped, it was also their last farewell to the world.

As the soldiers fell one by one, the rain began to fall more and more rapidly. Just as Qing Yun was about to finish off the last soldier, a powerful attack formed from divine force struck his body in the rain.