My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

"Not only did Cheng Zhihai rush over, but the Duke also came. The attention of the entire World Royal Family has been drawn to Skyfire City, and many emperors from different dynasties may have also sent Sky-Man Realm experts here."

Having said that, Qin Yanqiu didn’t hesitate and let go of Cheng Guang. With a step forward, she immediately followed the footsteps of the Bureau of the Lamp constables, moving to kill in all directions.

In Qin Yanqiu’s hand, a flash of light revealed the Silver Moon Longsword. Under the moonlight, her figure moved with silver hair fluttering about, every gesture and motion akin to a sprite dancing in the moon, exuding a strong sense of beauty.

Qin Yanqiu’s actions were elegantly charming, yet they harbored lethal intent. Each flash of her figure left a trace of fresh blood.

Qin Yanqiu’s cultivation was only of the Spirit Communication Realm of the Seventh Rank, but she could battle against those within the Eighth-Rank King Realm.

The light of Divine Power flickered about her, exerting immense pressure on the surroundings.

Watching Qin Yanqiu’s figure disappear into the night, Cheng Guang rubbed his ear, the lingering fragrance of Qin Yanqiu’s breath still hovering around him.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Cheng Guang mused, "This girl, how did she become so sentimental all of a sudden?"

As he finished speaking, Cheng Guang’s gaze fell on Qing Luan.

Seeing the worried look on Qing Luan’s face, Cheng Guang hesitated before patting her head with a smile as if carefree, saying:

"Don’t be afraid. Even if my identity is exposed, it doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll be in trouble. Just say you were unaware of my identity. Cheng Zhihai is a righteous man, he wouldn’t vent his anger on you."

Tears began to well up in Qing Luan’s beautiful eyes. Covering her red lips, she gazed at Cheng Guang and shook her head with tears, "Princely Heir, I’m not worried about myself; I’m worried about you."

"The Duke won’t let you go, the Family Head won’t let you go, and now even the entire World Royal Family won’t either."

"Why, Princely Heir, do you have to be the Crown Prince of Great Chu?"

"Why?"

"If you weren’t the Crown Prince of Great Chu, even if your identity were exposed, you could escape, you could escape..."

Helplessly squatting down, the usually valiant Qing Luan now had a tear-stained face, clutching her knees as she started to sob.

Cheng Guang was at a loss, lips twitching as if trying to say something, but ultimately, he said nothing.

He sighed.

The Commandery Princess of Prince Ning, standing to the side, seemed to only just have realized, staring blankly at the yellow flower by her ear and then at Cheng Guang.

"You certainly have many a beloved companion."

"Such tactics might work on these young girls but seem unnecessary when used on me."

"Besides, don’t you dare tell me that you still harbor any intentions towards me under such circumstances."

As the Commandery Princess of Prince Ning looked at Cheng Guang, her starry eyes flashed, and she spoke out.

Cheng Guang shook his head, knowing that the Commandery Princess had misunderstood something. With an unchanging expression, he said, "That yellow flower can save a life. Use it when the time is right."

"Save a life?"

The Commandery Princess of Prince Ning looked momentarily puzzled, not fully understanding Cheng Guang’s words.

Just then.

Another thunderous noise erupted next to them.

A figure fell from the high skies, crashing through several li of civilian homes and stirring a cloud of dust.

"Qin Beifeng, indeed worthy of being Great Chu’s Great Wind General."

"To be able to hold out this long against me with nothing but the cultivation of the Ninth-order Martial Emperor Realm, you are the first one."

Li Longhu cast an indifferent glance down, his gaze falling on the dust-enshrouded figure of Qin Beifeng.

Qin Beifeng was covered in wounds at this moment, his armor shattered, the blade of his long knife broken, and a huge hole pierced through his chest.

Through that bloody cavity, it seemed as if one could see the world on the other side.

Qin Beifeng’s heart had been pierced right through the middle, still faintly beating.

Had Li Longhu’s attack been off by even a fraction more or had slightly more force, Qin Beifeng’s heart would have burst.

Even though Qin Beifeng’s heart was still faintly beating, the life force within his body was rapidly weakening.

"Qin Beifeng has finally died."

"That Sky-Man from Great Yan is indeed formidable. In just a few breaths, he has beaten Qin Beifeng to such a state."

"That being said, shouldn’t Qin Beifeng be stronger? To last this long against a Sky-Man."

The surrounding powerhouses noted this scene, their bodies pausing as they murmured in low voices.

Their gazes turned to Li Longhu, who stood floating in the air, his face slightly pale, feeling that if they were in Qin Beifeng’s place against this Sky-Man, they probably wouldn’t last even for a single breath.

Li Longhu observed Qin Beifeng for a while, nodding slightly, then his gaze landed on Cheng Guang. He was about to strike when suddenly a flash of silver light passed by his side.

Li Longhu’s hand rose slightly, his two fingers securely catching the silver light.

It was a longsword.

The one wielding the sword was none other than Qin Yanqiu.

Li Longhu looked at Qin Yanqiu, his eyes narrowing slightly before he laughed, "You must be Qin Yanqiu, right? A well-known figure from the Northern Expedition Army of Great Zhou."

"Your father could still have sparred with me; you, however, are not ready."

"Such a shame at such a young age," he said as he casually shifted the Longsword aside.

Qin Yanqiu’s cold eyes remained unflinching as she stared at Li Longhu, furiously trying to stir her Qi in resistance.

But even without Li Longhu doing anything, his presence was like a mountain, lying in front of her.

Li Longhu calmly shifted the longsword aside with such ordinary motion and devoid of significant Qi fluctuations, yet it still felt like an unstoppable mighty force to Qin Yanqiu, leaving her with an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.

Under Qin Yanqiu’s intent gaze, after Li Longhu shifted the longsword aside, he sent out a palm. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He struck Qin Yanqiu from afar with that palm.