Chapter 2250 - 2253: King's Path Ballad of Earth-shattering Killing Intent

Staring at Shen Qiang on stage, sunshine cutting across that slightly unruly face, that arrogant yet iron-blooded, warhorse-dominating, Unrivaled smile—everyone in the audience instinctively gasped in their hearts, "So damn handsome," as a shock slammed into each of them.

"Qian Ning is beautiful like a towering mountain you can only look up to, Song Weiyin is beautiful like a spring breeze brushing your face, and that girl blowing the horn is beautiful like a little flower at the foot of the mountain. They're all so beautiful, beautiful like a painted scroll. But why is it that when Shen Qiang smiles, I suddenly feel like, in an instant, they all just turned into background?"

"It feels like my heart just took a punch. I never imagined that in this world, there would be a man who could be more captivating than those three beauties, and I have to admit, that smile really makes you forget to breathe."

"Turns out, ultimate beauty doesn't care about gender or age. I'm a man too, and I still have to admit, this Shen Qiang is fucking handsome."

While the audience inside the venue held their breath, eyes glued to Shen Qiang, the barrage of comments in the livestream exploded in an instant.

"Your Majesty is crazy handsome! Screenshot taken, setting it as my desktop so I can see him every day."

"Ahhh, I always thought Qian Ning, Song Weiyin, and that unknown girl were the face of the whole show. Never in a million years did I expect that the true face of the show would be a man!"

"How can he be this handsome, sob sob sob, I also wanna stand next to a hottie like this."

And just when everyone was stunned by Shen Qiang's practically perfect image under the spotlights, Gong Ziyi standing at the front of the stage had an expression colder than ever.

"You think being handsome is enough?"

He glanced sideways at his phone. On the screen, his people were darting into Shen Qiang's factory like shooting stars.

"Shen Qiang, you're finished!" His eyes went icy as he suddenly transmitted his voice.

And almost at the same time.

Shen Qiang smiled.

By then, the sound of the horn was fading, and the professional musicians were starting to make their predictions about this piece.

"Ancient-style Huaxia music is best at expressing one emotion: desolation. On that point, many Western instruments simply can't compare. Listen to that horn, wretched and bleak—this track is definitely aiming for desolate sorrow, no doubt."

"Is a sorrowful style appropriate for a show like this?"

"This is kinda below his usual level. Technically speaking, Shen Qiang is undoubtedly a musical genius. From that previous song, his understanding of music has already gone beyond simple notes and stepped into a higher realm. He shouldn't be unaware that in a show like this, bleak, chilling songs don't get good reviews."

And almost at the same time the musicians were quietly doubting in their hearts—

As the horn's sound died away—

On Gong Ziyi's phone, his men had already entered the empty Tianyou Medicine.

"This is weird…"

Just as Gong Ziyi was frowning in confusion—

Suddenly, a brisk, fast-paced electronic drum kicked in at the venue, followed by an equally rapid-fire bass line, and the atmosphere of the entire hall flipped in an instant.

And not only that.

What shocked everyone even more was that at this moment, gorgeous yet simple notes were pouring out from the guzheng in Shen Qiang's hands. Those clear, stripped-down phrases, in just a split second, gave everyone present a head-on blast of arrogant swagger.

Leaving everyone inside and outside the hall momentarily dumbfounded.

"Uh…this feels awesome, like my whole body is filled with Power."

"Genius. The second the music hit, I actually felt like there were flames burning in my heart!"

"What a bizarre style—sounds really simple, bright rhythm, clean scales, but for some inexplicable reason it's got this brainwashing vibe."

This sudden shift in style didn't just leave everyone stunned.

It also made Gong Ziyi's expression turn dark and hideous.

"Shen Qiang is really something. Deserving of the 'genius' title. Bleak background, pleasant rhythm, cheerful guzheng tones—the sharp contrast grabs the listener in an instant. Brilliant. But it's useless. Shen Qiang putting all his focus on the music means he's already taken the bait. His Tianyou Pharmaceutical Factory is done for!"

Almost at that exact moment—

In the music overflowing with arrogant swagger, everyone suddenly heard Shen Qiang's spoken line.

"Heaven gives birth to all things for man, yet man gives nothing back to Heaven!"

In that instant, that vicious line, paired with the upbeat tempo, made everyone's scalp prickle on the spot.

In their minds, they couldn't help but recall the scene when the horn had first sounded.

Yellow sand.

Majestic passes and winding roads.

Only now that sword-bearing youth had transformed into a Swordsman with killing intent sweeping across the plains!

Under that towering back, all that remained were a pair of eyes dripping with murderous intent.

"Heaven gives birth to all things for man, yet man gives nothing back to Heaven. Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill! This is Zhang Xianzhong's Seven Kill Stele inscription!"

Up front, Gong Ziyi stood there with his phone in hand, staring at Shen Qiang in shock.

And almost at the same moment he realized something was wrong, seven notes drenched in killing intent rang out from Shen Qiang's guzheng.

Each note made that Xiao Sha-style spoken line even more savage.

By the time the seventh note hit, every single person in the venue had turned pale as paper.

Because at that moment, it felt like everyone's mind was suddenly stripped bare and thrown, weaponless, before a Swordsman whose killing aura shook the heavens. That marrow-deep terror almost blew their minds to static.

And just then, as the music eased for a beat—

Shen Qiang, fingers moving over the strings, gave Gong Ziyi—who was frozen by the stage—a slight smile. That hint of arrogant swagger at his lips suddenly surged skyward, utterly unrestrained, making everyone feel like even their hearts had stopped.

"Those who offend Strong Han, though far away, must be punished!"

In an instant—

With Shen Qiang's spoken line, the boiling blood in nearly everyone's chest ignited at once.

"So wild!"

"So domineering!"

"Heaven gives birth to all things for man, yet man gives nothing back to Heaven. Those who offend Strong Han, though far away, must be punished! What kind of heroic soul does it take to create such domineering music!"

And almost at the same time everyone was stunned, their blood burning—

Gong Ziyi's face went paper-white in an instant.

"The Seven Kill Stele—Shen Qiang is about to unleash a mass slaughter! 'Those who offend Strong Han, though far away, must be punished!' Borrowing the song to declare his will? No, this isn't just declaring his will through music. He's warning me. No—wrong, this isn't a warning, this is mockery!"

Realizing this in a split second, Gong Ziyi snatched up his phone and gave the screen a glance.

Instantly, his eyes practically split at the corners.

His heart slammed into overdrive, his face drained of all color, and he felt like time itself had frozen. On top of that, a light, floating dizziness made his heart plunge straight into the Abyss.

Because the image streaming back to his phone was—

In the dazzling night sky, nearly ten thousand Iron Swords were suspended.

Dozens of black shadows clearly bearing Cultivators were hovering there, their cruel smiles lit by the bright moon.

"Tianyou Medicine…this was a trap!"