Chapter 132: The Sword of Heaven and Man

“Look, my lord is serious now.”
The once-dismayed faces of the Qin family disciples revived like withered trees in spring, breaking into smiles.
“Keep it up!”
The Qin family girl clenched her small fists, her face full of excitement.
Qin Muchen was the last line of defense for the Qin clan; if even he fell, none in the Qin family would survive today. Perhaps, as Jiang Yu had said, only she would remain to carry on the family line.
What meaning did a hidden clan have if only one person was left?
There was no choice—too many of her companions and friends still lived within the Qin clan.
The Lü sisters remained silent, their faces filled with awe.
“Sister, does this world really have immortals capable of overturning rivers and seas?”
Lü Zhuyu’s mouth was dry, her palms covered in cold sweat.
Lü Zhuyin sighed deeply, “I never expected that all along our journey, we were accompanied by an immortal. Do you remember he once said the Qin clan would soon become a thing of the past? We thought he was disrespecting the clan back then—how laughable.”
In the valley.
“Activate the Heavenly Master Path’s Heavenly Gang Thunder Array; aid me in subduing this man.”
Qin Muchen transformed into a towering golden Vajra, a divine chant faintly emanating from him. Countless cryptic talismans streamed like flowing water upon his body. A solemn, vast aura radiated from his divinely empowered form, comparable to heavenly wrath.
The Grand Elder watching from afar paled dramatically. “My lord, absolutely not! There are still many innocents within the valley. Once the clan-protecting array is activated, they will be instantly struck down by the heavenly thunder.”
Qin Muchen sighed helplessly. “When the survival of the clan is at stake, one must consider the greater good. I believe they will understand.”
At his level of cultivation, the lives of ordinary people held far less weight. Hesitation now would mean the Qin clan’s annihilation—the foundation of centuries could not be destroyed by his hand.
The Heavenly Gang Thunder Array, the supreme technique of the Heavenly Master Path, had been laid by the ancient ancestor of the Qin clan. To set it up, he had painfully offered two thousand-year-old ginseng roots and three seven-colored snowlotus flowers, inviting the sixth sect master of the Heavenly Master Path, the Divine Tamer, to personally install it.
Once activated, it would unleash lightning that could instantly destroy.
The only drawback was that the array was uncontrollable; anything within the valley would become its target.
“As long as I live, the glory of the Qin clan will endure.”
Qin Muchen looked at his juniors with a hint of regret. “If there’s blame, blame Jiang Yu.”
He had just employed a secret technique from the Ancient Vajra Temple—not to confront Jiang Yu head-on, but to use his Vajra body to withstand the overwhelming thunder. In doing so, he would also become a target of the array.
The Grand Elder pulled out a thunderstone, forcing himself to activate the array.
The thunderstone rose and fell against his chest as he formed hand seals. Moments later, he stomped the ground sharply, “Array, rise!”
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“Run!”
The Qin family girl shouted hoarsely, eyes bloodshot.
It had come to this in the end.
The ancient ancestor’s deployment of the Heavenly Gang Thunder Array was a scorched-earth measure; under the might of heaven, life and death were fated.
Because only a Divine Earth Immortal could control the array, and the Qin clan had not produced one in three centuries.
Lightning struck from the earth to the sky, then transformed into a curtain of light, folding down like an overturned bowl, enveloping the Qin family’s territory, nearly ten thousand square meters in all.
In the despairing eyes of the crowd, the thunder crashed down overhead.
“Are we going to die?”
Tears streamed from Lü Zhuyu’s eyes as she slowly knelt to the ground.
Boom!
Mountainside rocks scattered, peaks and valleys collapsed like a landslide. Dozens of massive boulders tumbled down. Seven or eight youths, among them Qin disciples and wealthy students from outside, were battered and broken, falling to the ground unconscious or worse.
“Sister!”
A pained, agonized cry echoed through the valley.
The wrath of heaven was merciless, treating all beings as mere fodder, as insignificant as ants.
Lü Zhuyu was flung over ten meters, her body charred and torn. Her terrified eyes glistened with tears as she wailed, “Sister, I don’t want to die, boohoo.”
Lü Zhuyin rushed over, cradling her sister with vacant eyes. “How could this happen?”
The Qin family girl was also gravely injured, lying on the ground, laughing and crying at once. “Is the life of hundreds less important than the clan’s legacy?”
A bolt of heavenly thunder struck her, leaving her on the brink of death.
Many companions and friends had their hopes shattered, tears streaming down their faces.
Jiang Yu frowned, his expression finally stirred with emotion. “These people suffer because of me. If they all perish, wouldn’t that betray my original intent?”
He turned away, guilt heavy in his voice. “It’s time to end this.”
Jiang Yu opened his mouth, releasing a small sword forged from white mist. The moment it appeared, the heavens darkened, millions of sword qi ravaging the land. Remaining houses and courtyards collapsed instantly.
Since seizing control of the body, this was Jiang Yu’s first time unleashing his greatest trump card.
A sword borne of a heart nurtured for five thousand years!
The small sword flickered unpredictably in his palm, floating midair, solidifying further in seconds.
Several strands of his hair had turned white.
“This sword can shatter all laws.”
An ominous talisman suddenly appeared on his forehead, spreading over his entire body. Behind him, demonic energy surged, towering like a storm, revealing a pair of lantern-sized, cold, merciless eyes.
The True Demon Immortal Body—Jiang Yu’s second trump card.
“Go!”
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