Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 570 - 286: Ex-Wife Appears, Wedding Turns Shocking, Qingchen’s Dark Transformation_5

Chapter 570: Chapter 286: Ex-Wife Appears, Wedding Turns Shocking, Qingchen’s Dark Transformation_5

Yan Changqing made a move, chasing after Jiang Mo.

Old Madam Ran also consoled, "That’s right, Qingchen, you know what kind of person Jiang Mo is. He must have had his reasons for doing this. Let’s wait for him to come back and ask for clarification."

"Liar... Liar..."

The woman sat down on the ground, powerless. Her bright red wedding dress was like a blooming blood rose, spreading out on the floor.

The pain and terror in her heart echoed endlessly like lonely reverberations from the abyss, unable to calm for a long time.

The people remaining around her exchanged looks.

A wedding had turned out like this; no one had anticipated it.

Some who were already displeased with the idea of Ran Qingchen getting married and were there to watch the spectacle now revealed mocking smiles.

Those jeers were like sharp swords, stabbing at the helpless woman, leaving her covered in wounds.

Looking at her lonely and helpless niece, Jiang Yi cursed angrily:

"I’ve said it before; men are not to be relied upon. This Jiang Mo is just a hypocrite! Xia He, Qiuye, from now on, you stay by my side—don’t have anything to do with that Jiang Mo!"

The two women exchanged glances and dared not speak.

——

Outside the Ran residence.

Shen Shengyuan and several imperial guards were engaged in battle, while Qu Hongling was being carried by a woman in blue.

The girl had been knocked unconscious forcibly by Shen Shengyuan.

The woman in blue was also from the Sky Demon Sect, and had been hiding in the Capital all this time.

This time, Qu Hongling had specifically sought her own people to make purchases in preparation for Ran Qingchen’s gift.

"Get the Sect Master out of here first!"

Shen Shengyuan ordered the woman in blue.

The woman in blue, with cultivation only at the Great Profound Sect Master Realm, could be considered as cannon fodder in front of these experts. Hearing the protector’s order, she quickly fled with Qu Hongling on her back.

However, in the next second, she discovered to her horror that she was unable to move.

Sensing the anomaly, Shen Shengyuan looked up sharply, only to see an ordinary-looking middle-aged man in black, standing at the peak of a roof with his hands behind his back.

The air around the man was distorted, and his presence was overwhelming.

Zhao Wuxiu!

Shen Shengyuan’s expression changed dramatically.

With a slight wave of Zhao Wuxiu’s sleeve, the woman in blue was sent flying back, and at the same time, he opened his palm and drew Qu Hongling, who was being carried by the woman, into the air.

"Zhao Wuxiu! Do you have no shame, bullying a junior like this?"

Shen Shengyuan shouted angrily, standing between them like a towering mountain, attempting to block Zhao Wuxiu.

But in the next moment, he spewed out a mouthful of crimson blood, stumbling backward and breaking through several walls consecutively, each step leaving deep indentations.

Even at the peak of the Saintly Ascension realm, he was still no match for Zhao Wuxiu from the Heavenly Human Realm.

"Get out of the way! Don’t touch Hong’er!"

Just then, a blood-red broadsword descended from the sky, chopping towards Zhao Wuxiu with violent and deadly energy.

It was Jiang Shouzhong in his groom’s attire.

Zhao Wuxiu’s face was expressionless as he flicked his finger, shattering the approaching sword energy of blood.

Jiang Shouzhong, like a kite with its string cut, was sent flying backward.

The girl drifting in the air, as if sensing something, slightly opened her eyes to see Jiang Shouzhong coming to her rescue. A faint smile appeared on her lips as she murmured, "Jiang... I knew it was you."

At that moment, a hand suddenly supported Jiang Shouzhong’s back, absorbing most of the force and allowing Jiang Shouzhong to land smoothly.

"Master?"

Jiang Shouzhong exclaimed in surprise.

Yan Changqing patted Jiang Shouzhong’s shoulder and signaled him to step back, smilingly saying, "You’re not yet qualified to cross blades with Zhao Wuxiu, the number one under the heavens. Leave this matter out of your hands."

"But Hong’er..."

"Don’t worry, with me here... no one can hurt her," Yan Changqing assured with a smile.

Yan Changqing took a step forward, seemingly forming steps out of countless Sword Intents under his feet, piling up one after the other.

The Sword Demon stepped up the stairs, looking directly at Zhao Wuxiu on the rooftop, and said with a smile:

"Zhao Wuxiu, I, Yan Changqing, have been practicing the sword for twenty years. In the first ten years, I fought against others three hundred and nineteen times, with not a single victory. In the next five years, I fought one hundred and eighty-four times and won ninety-two times. In the last five years, I fought eighty-one times and was undefeated."

"Today, I, Yan Changqing, will deliver you, Zhao Wuxiu, three swords to test the validity of your title as the foremost in the world."

Yan Changqing made a casual gesture.

A tiny black silhouette quietly emerged at the edge of the sky.

At first, the silhouette was as insignificant as dust, walking slowly without a hint of sound, nearly undetectable in its movement.

Yet, as all eyes focused on it, the speck expanded rapidly before their very eyes.

In the blink of an eye, it had become a colossal entity, with an astounding size.

The air around started to stagnate, and all became silent.

As it drew within a hundred meters, it revealed its true identity—a giant sword spanning across the sky, over ten zhang wide, with its edge bare, like a blade splitting the heavens, bringing an oppressive presence.

Yan Changqing spoke up:

"My first sword is named ’Arrogance.’ It is a wooden sword that I carved when I first learned swordsmanship, integrating all the Sword Intent I honed in the first ten years. Zhao Wuxiu, do you dare to receive it?"

Sword Qi reaches the stars, yet the scholar’s aspiration does not cease.

Youth has its own reckless dreams!

Zhao Wuxiu laughed heartily, "What’s there to dare? I’ve been waiting a long time for your sword, Yan Changqing."

Zhao Wuxiu’s palms rotated slowly like the yin and yang fish of a Tai Chi Diagram, tracing a perfect trajectory in the void.

With his movements, the air currents began to converge, forming an invisible, yet powerful, barrier of Gang Qi.

The magnificent giant sword, carrying the aura of suppressing all beings in the world.

Countless swordsmen within the Capital found their treasured swords trembling uncontrollably as if they sensed an unprecedented pressure.

The blades hummed lightly.

Not one dared to unsheathe itself rashly.

As if bowing before the giant sword as their sovereign.