Comprehension Ability: I Come From the Great Emperor Family Chapter 403 - 265: Sweeping Across Confucianism! Displaying

"Though both have entered the Dao, Mu Yun and Zhi Yu are far apart."

Mo Lan, the great Confucian scholar, shook his head and said, "Although their levels are the sa, the secret techniques themselves are different."

"It’s like a Celestial Tier secret technique compared to a Yellow Tier secret technique."

"They both cultivated their Lifebound Dao Seal, but can you say their power is equal?"

He lifted his head to look at the sky, where the image of Fish Dragon Dance unfolded, and sighed:

"Immortal Seal: Fish Dragon Dance, in Confucian Dao, is equivalent to the ’Emperor’ technique."

"And the calligraphy cultivated by Young Master Mu, compared to the Immortal Seal..."

Mo Lan opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing.

Compare?

There is simply no comparison between them; the might of the Immortal Seal and the calligraphy of the Mu family do not exist on the sa level.

"Hmph!"

Mu Ren snorted coldly at this mont, "What of entering the Dao with the Immortal Seal?"

"Our court lineage is overwhelmingly dominant in numbers."

"No matter how strong he is, he can’t possibly kill all our people!"

He looked up at the sky with a slightly cold gaze and said:

"It’s only the rear that’s being slaughtered; the real ’montum’ is at the front of the Dao platform!"

The people present turned to look.

At this mont, two great forces of the Confucian Dao platform had already ford.

One side belonged to the Confucian Immortal lineage, located at the rear of the platform, already consolidated.

Blocking the path ahead of the Confucian Immortal lineage was a dense, endless sea of people.

The disparity in numbers between the two sides was at least fivefold!

Seeing this scene, the crowd felt slightly reassured.

But only Mo Lan sighed inwardly, "That young man... is not solely accomplished in calligraphy."

...

"Is that the Confucian Immortal’s youngest disciple?"

On the Dao platform, walking at the forefront, Mu Yun also noticed the anomaly behind.

He turned back to see the grand spectacle of Fish Dragon Dance, his expression slightly changing.

He too had entered the Dao through calligraphy, but he knew he couldn’t reach Su Changqing’s level.

"Senior brother, don’t worry about him; Brother Mu Chen and others will hold him back."

A disciple from the court lineage spoke up, "As long as we reach the top first, we’ll have won this ti!"

At this mont, all Confucian cultivators in the world were watching the battle.

The outco of the platform competition would determine the future direction of the Confucian Dao.

If the court lineage took the lead, the holy academy would be powerless to recover!

"Let’s go, there’s ti to face him in the literary forum’s grand event."

Mu Yun took a deep look at Su Changqing in the distance and then resud his ascent.

The closer they got to the front of the platform, the stronger the ’montum’ pressure beca.

He needed more ti before he could reach the peak.

Simultaneously.

As Su Changqing joined Ling Si, the disciples of the Confucian Immortal lineage fully consolidated into one side.

A mighty force gathered above every disciple’s head.

"I thought you wouldn’t co."

Seeing Su Changqing, Ling Si finally relaxed her heart, which had been suspended.

She knew very well how terrifying Su Changqing’s combat capability could be on the platform.

"How could I not? If my teacher’s lineage is in trouble, I must co despite all hardships."

Su Changqing smiled and looked forward, "How is the situation now?"

Beside him, Ye Ling spoke anxiously, "Mu Yun from the Mu family brought so people to take the lead on the ascent."

"Other disciples from the court lineage stayed back to block us."

"There are too many of them; Senior Sister Ling Si has led us in charging a few tis but could not break through."

Everyone present nodded in agreent, looking helplessly at what lay ahead.

The disciples of the court lineage had sealed the platform tightly.

The dense crowd of Confucian cultivators stretched as far as the eye could see.

Faced with such disparity, they couldn’t find a breakthrough point.

"What’s Senior Sister Ling Si planning to do?"

Su Changqing glanced upward, then smiled, looking at Ling Si beside him.

"Cut through them!"

Ling Si’s gaze carried a hint of murderous intent as she spoke without hesitation.

Ye Ling started to say sothing but was interrupted by Su Changqing’s light laughter,

"That’s what I had in mind."

Those present all turned their attention, hesitating.

How could they cut through the opposing Confucian cultivators who outnumbered them by more than five tis?

"Hahaha, cut through us? Just you?"

Mu Chen, the leading figure from the court lineage, laughed loudly and said mockingly:

"If you dare, co; I want to see how you plan to kill us all!"

With those words, the court lineage disciples shouted in unison, and their mighty force fell mightily as if tangible.

The Confucian Immortal disciples refused to be outdone; their overwhelming aura surged and rose together.

Boom!

The two forces collided violently, shaking the massive Dao platform.

But evidently, the Confucian Immortal lineage was at a disadvantage, and many disciples groaned, stepping back.

Mu Chen and the others looked smug at the sight, their presence growing even stronger.

"Sister Ling Si, you lead the charge, leave the rest to ."

Su Changqing glanced ahead, then ascended to the sky, sitting cross-legged in the firmant.

With a wave of his wide sleeves, a majestic aura gathered tangibly before him.

In no ti, a simple and rustic ancient zither landed on his knees.

"Fellow disciples, follow to battle!"

Upon seeing this, Ling Si’s eyes brightened, and she called out proudly as she led the charge forward.

The remaining disciples, seeing this, though unsure how to break the impasse, gritted their teeth and followed.

The vast aura surged like a raging flood towards the faction of the court.

"Make them retreat!"

Mu Chen laughed heartily, waving his sleeves, causing divine inscriptions to flash across the sky.

Behind him was an endless barrage of verbal and written criticisms, various Confucian secret techniques rising to the sky, obscuring all.

Boom!

The people of the Holy Academy and the faction of the court collided like two torrents crashing into each other.

In an instant, the spiritual consciousness of many disciples dissipated.

Yet it was clear, the Confucian Immortal faction suffered greater losses, their advancing steps were firmly blocked.

If this continues, they would be pushed back just like before.

But at this crucial mont.

"Zheng!"

A zither sound filled with endless killing intent erupted throughout the heavens and earth.

That sound was sharp and lethal, like a divine weapon unsheathed, sending shivers down spines and causing hair to stand on end.

All Confucian cultivators on the Dao platform had faces that changed dramatically.

The scene before them shifted abruptly, as if they had arrived at an ancient battlefield of confronting armies.

Behind Su Changqing floated countless phantoms.

Those were valiant soldiers holding weapons!

They wore armor, rode mighty beasts, and with the rise and fall of the lody, raised their swords and spears.

"Kill!"

As the deep and abrupt lody hit its peak, the army that covered the sky and sun roared and charged towards the faction of the court.

Boom!

Unstoppable soldiers, like an iron flood, carried a full asure of killing intent as they forcibly tore open a breach.

Zheng!

Zheng!

Zheng!

Su Changqing was oblivious, his ten fingers dancing madly, his black hair fluttering.

The chilling intent of slaughter rose relentlessly with each note.

The seemingly endless phantom shadows continuously erged behind Su Changqing, then surged into the battlefield.

There were soldiers holding weapons, and mighty beasts in form.

Even thousands of sharp arrows whistled by, with a scene that covered the sky, throwing the Dao platform into chaos.

At this mont, cries of fear, roars of despair, and shouts of awe...

Chaos!

The explosive roar of countless sounds, combined with the earth-shaking slaughter lody, turned the Dao platform into a pandemonium.

Qinsha: Ghost God Abyss, under the inexhaustible energy supply of the Dao platform, reached its peak!

The faction of the court had a large number of people, holding an absolute advantage.

But with the ergence of the boundless slaughter sound, the situation on the battlefield almost instantly collapsed.

"How is this possible! Entering the Dao, it’s yet another Dao-level of the four arts!"

Mu Chen’s expression clearly showed his panic.

He looked towards the young man sitting cross-legged in the firmant, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Confucian Immortal’s four arts, Su Changqing entered the Dao with two arts.

With such Confucian achievents, how could they withstand it?

At this mont, the faction of the court was in disarray, each person following the crowd, retreating continuously.

This was in contrast with the people of the Holy Academy.

They looked to the skies with fiery eyes, at the young man sitting cross-legged, a banner and future of Confucianism.

The gathered montum above him visibly surged.

"Kill, purge Confucianism today!"

Ling Si’s expression was invigorated, taking a glance at Su Changqing, then leading the charge.

The faction of the court’s previously solid defense crumbled like a collapsing ant nest, falling apart with a single touch.

Many Confucian cultivators showed fear, fleeing desperately towards the front of the Dao platform.

"They’ve actually charged up?"

At the very front, Mu Yun, noticing the chaos behind him, had a slight change in expression.

"That person... is too strong."

A disciple next to him looked toward the distant Su Changqing, swallowed nervously, and said in shock:

"Music and calligraphy, both have entered the Dao, and are at the level of the four Immortal arts."

"Our people simply can’t stop him."

Upon hearing this, Mu Yun’s expression turned grim, and he actually turned to head downward.

"Young Master Mu!"

Soone stepped forward to pull Mu Yun back, saying anxiously, "Their strength is too great, even if you go..."

Before the person could finish speaking, Mu Yun interrupted with a cold snort:

"He is very strong."

"But I wonder, compared to the Wen Emperor’s poetry, who is superior?"