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Xie Qing, Destroying Blade. Although his achievements were seen by a limited circle of people, he had already become a celebrity. Even Fang He, who was considered a genius because of his high cultivation level at such an age, would have to lower his head before him.

A cultivator at the Soul Integration stage who was only nineteen? This was unheard of. Never, anywhere, and not even in ancient times, which were considered the golden age of the cultivation world, were there such precedents.

"I... Fang He... from the Fang family!" Fang He quickly explained, fearing further blows to the stomach. He clenched his teeth and said hoarsely: "I was visiting my sister, Fang Lian! That\'s all..."

"\'That\'s all\'?" Xie Qing snorted and released his aura.

"Gha!"

Fang He helplessly fell to his knees and his face kissed the floor. Xie Qing coldly looked at him, sitting on the chair.

"It seems that you really think I\'m an idiot. Do you think I didn\'t hear your vile words? I remembered every word you said, bastard!" Xie Qing roared, increasing the pressure. This only made Fang He press harder against the floor: "\' Just calmly accept your role. I will introduce you to the young master of the Bai family\'... are these your words, right?"

"W-wait... GHA!"

"I didn\'t give permission for you to open your mouth, son of a bitch" Xie Qing waved his hand and using Expert Control, pulled Fang He\'s body to him. He stepped on his face and spat: "You use your dirty, scumbag pressure and try to make my sect\'s disciples do what they don\'t want? And on top of that, you try to touch my woman! MY! WOMAN!"

Fang He couldn\'t even speak. The pressure of an expert at the Soul Integration stage was not something he could resist.

However, he was not just one of the main heirs of the Fang family for nothing.

Xie Qing waved his hand and there was a sound of "dzyń", as if something metallic collided with each other. The young man spat.

"Of course, how could this gang not have a protector. Moreover... it seems that you are the one that Fang Lian talked about" Xie Qing said indifferently. He felt a gust of wind and Fang He disappeared from under his feet.

Soon, an old man appeared at a distance of ten steps. No energy emanated from him, as if he was an ordinary old man.

His long gray hair seemed to be blowing in the wind, and his cold and sharp, triangular-shaped eyes continuously watched Xie Qing\'s movements.

The old man\'s body was covered with scars, moreover, it was so thin that even the bones were visible. However, Xie Qing did not underestimate him just because of his weak appearance.

"Cultivator at the Soul Integration stage... so young!" a hoarse old voice was heard, which cut the ear. It belonged to the old man who saved Fang He.

"Old man, are you really so bold? What, since you\'re already at an advanced age, you\'re not afraid of death?" Xie Qing smiled, speaking in an extremely contemptuous tone. He waved his hand and a barrier rose around the room where Fang Lian was sitting.

The young man took two steps forward and cracked his neck.

"!!!

At the moment when a slight crunch was heard, the old man squinted his eyes.

Dzyń!

Out of nowhere, Xie Qing\'s sword appeared right in front of the old man\'s face, but he managed to block the attack with a staff that was made of incredibly hard wood.

"Not bad. It\'s worth noting that despite your young age, your talent is the best!" the old man exclaimed admiringly and narrowed his eyes: "But... don\'t get too cocky, boy. When I walked the earth, your parents hadn\'t even been born yet."

Dzyń!

Xie Qing moved his head to the side and blocked the sudden attack. The young man threw a short glance at Fang He, who was unconscious and surrounded by a barrier.

The old man, with a disgustingly excited face, attacked him, making dangerous combinations of vertical, horizontal, and other strikes.

In terms of physical strength, they were equal, but Xie Qing was slightly inferior in speed and experience.

However, the experience can always be covered by strength.

The young man blinked and gripped the sword tighter. Blinking again, he looked straight into the old man\'s eyes.

"What... hm?!"

The old man was stunned. A curtain of darkness began to rise around him and he could no longer see Xie Qing.

At that moment, his soul collided with incredible pressure.

Xie Qing did not waste time.

"Now!"

Using several strengthening techniques, the young man\'s power soared to a new level. Xie Qing swung his sword and used his signature attack.

"Lord of the Nine Realms and Heavens - Punishment of a Thousand Swords!"

Swoosh!

***

The old man opened his eyes, breaking free from the illusion. His heart was beating wildly as he remembered the cold amber eyes.

However, he did not have time to come to his senses when he was struck by sudden pain. He shockingly widened his eyes, discovering that his body was covered with hundreds of small wounds.

Moreover... these wounds were actually covered with Sword Aura!

Xie Qing coldly smiled and swung again.

"Lord of the Nine Realms and Heavens - Sword God Strike!"

Boom!

The next attack almost brought the old man to despair. He clenched his teeth and cried out.

"Armor of a Hundred Turtles!"

Bdzyń!

Xie Qing frowned, feeling a slight tremor in his wrist. His sword collided with something extremely hard and he could not break through, considering his strengthened state.

When his vision returned to normal, the young man noticed that the old man was covered with turtle armor, reminiscent of an armadillo.

"Old man, how can you not be ashamed? Do you use such petty tricks in a battle with a younger one? Hey? Are you alive there?"

Xie Qing openly mocked him, trying to provoke him to come out, but the old man remained silent. The young man clicked his tongue.

"As you wish. As long as you sit there, I\'ll deal with your young master..." Xie Qing casually said, heading towards Fang He.

"W-wait!"

"Heheh..."

Behind his back, almost immediately, a desperate cry was heard. It was the old man who had not yet opened his armor but was no longer pretending to be dead.

"What?" Xie Qing asked with an innocent smile.

"W-wait. You can\'t kill him, he is..."

"Presumably, the heir of the Fang family, right? However, I\'ll say in advance, I don\'t care. If I want to kill him, the people behind him will be angry. But you know?" Xie Qing waved his hand and laughed: "I also have support and it is stronger than the entire Fang family."

"This..."

The old man was flustered. Indeed... the old man was a person of high status and knew about Xie Qing\'s teacher.

Xie Qing did not offer anything, only smiled and waited. He felt the gaze of Lian Lin, who had been watching the situation from the beginning. Apparently, his older sister was very lazy.

"If you think about it, she still owes me..." he thought and weakly smiled: "And now she is also in my debt. Hehe..."

While his thoughts were occupied with all sorts of nonsense, by that time the old man shouted, as if afraid that Xie Qing would not hear.

"Please! Ask for anything, but let us go. And I promise that I will not bother you anymore."

"Oh?" Xie Qing clapped his hands and brightly smiled, tilting his head to the side: "\'You\' won\'t bother me? What about \'him\'?"

"Eeh..."

The old man was helpless. He knew that with Fang He\'s character, after this he would try to do something. Most likely, it would end in another tragedy.

However, he could not give a guarantee. The young man only smiled when he did not hear the obvious answer.

"Although, you know what? I don\'t care. It would be boring if he just surrendered, right?" Xie Qing said with a smile, and then slowly, as if afraid that the old man would not hear, said: "But you must refuse his support and swear to the Heavens that you will serve Fang Lian for a hundred years."

"What?!"

Hearing the young man\'s demands, the old man shouted loudly. This time, anger could be heard in his voice.

"Impudence! Young man, do not test my patience!"

"Or what? You won\'t be able to hide there forever, I feel how your turtle defense is getting weaker. Moreover, this item is very expensive, right? I suppose you don\'t have anymore. Then I\'ll just find you and kill you, destroying your soul. What do you say?" Xie Qing said in one breath, looking absolutely carefree, as if just telling a fairy tale.

He added: "Of course, if you try to escape, even the Fang family will not save you."

"This..."

The old man was faced with a dilemma. He clenched his teeth, feeling anger. When was the last time he was humiliated like this?

With his strength as a Soul Integration stage cultivator, he was literally swept away by a brat who wasn\'t even twenty.

"What\'s wrong with this bastard? Why does he have such abnormal techniques!" the old man thought, barely holding back to keep from crying.

Xie Qing smiled, waiting for an answer. After five minutes...

"Fine..." the helpless voice of the old man was heard and he shouted: "I swear to the heavens that I, Fang Jia of the Fang family, will be obliged to protect and cherish Fang Lian for a hundred years, becoming her armor, weapon and shield!"

Thunder... thunder...

Despite the absence of clouds, the clouds rumbled, as if showing the reaction of the Heavens. Xie Qing smiled weakly and clapped his hands.

"Fang Jia? Good, excellent. For some time, pretend that you support Fang He and pass on all the information to Fang Lian. Do you understand me?"

"Yes..." the suppressed voice of the old man was heard.

Xie Qing laughed loudly. This evening... was damn fun and profitable!