My husband Can Cultivate

Chapter 565: Tang Zhetian Defeated!

"Stop!" Tang Zhetian finally made his move. A wickedly sharp Tang Blade appeared in his hand, and as he swung it, the roars of a dragon and a tiger echoed through the air. It was his Dragon and Tiger Dual Swords technique. The Sword Qi coalesced into the distinct shapes of a dragon and a tiger, lunging toward Yang Qi from over ten meters away.

"You think you can stop me? Not a chance!" Yang Qi sneered. He swiftly wrapped Tang Wenqiang in the Cold Ice Chains and hurled him directly into the path of the incoming attack.

SWISH!

The icy Sword Qi bisected Tang Wenqiang in midair. His body crashed heavily to the ground while Yang Qi remained completely unharmed.

"Heh, what’s the rush?" Yang Qi chuckled, retracting the Cold Ice Chains. "Doing my work for me by killing your own son... aren’t you a little too eager?"

By now, Wang Hai, Yan Feng, and the others were trembling uncontrollably. This enemy was a demon, a monster they stood no chance of defeating. He was simply too terrifying, too astounding.

Tang Zhetian roared with pure fury. His son had been killed right before his very eyes—and by his own hand, no less. It was simply unbearable.

"Yang Qi, I want you dead!" Tang Zhetian shrieked, on the verge of madness.

"Don’t be so impatient. It’s not your turn yet. Next up is Tang Wen Yong!" Yang Qi said, his voice dripping with scorn. "As the Tang Family Head, he failed to advise this senile old fool on how to act. Instead, you all just had to come stir up trouble in Thunder City, had to provoke me. Did you truly believe that I, Yang Qi, am a pushover?"

With that, Yang Qi shot forward. He executed Wind Step, slashing his sword toward Tang Zhetian.

Tang Zhetian was caught off guard by the sudden assault and hastily raised his sword to block. Yang Qi’s sheer Combat Power had already shattered his confidence, forcing him from an offensive stance into a passive, defensive one.

However, he never expected that midway through the charge, Yang Qi would suddenly pivot, his sword now slashing toward Tang Wen Yong.

Completely unprepared, Tang Wen Yong could only stare at the terrifying sword tip descending upon him. The next moment, he collapsed to the ground with a thud, a fresh, crimson sword mark etched between his brows.

To kill a man in ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles.

To use Swordsmanship to such a degree... truly, no one beneath the level of a Third Rank Overlord could possibly compare.

No one had anticipated such a development. The Tang Family from Sea City had arrived in force, their presence fierce and menacing. Yet in the end, only Tang Zhetian remained standing.

Tang Zhetian’s entire body trembled, and he seemed to have aged decades in an instant. At that moment, he was consumed by regret. He regretted ever offending a being like Yang Qi. Is this even human? To possess such terrifying Combat Power at just twenty-five...

If he knew that Yang Qi had only been in Cultivation for a few short months, one could only wonder what he would think. Would he drop dead from sheer outrage?

After killing Tang Wen Yong, Yang Qi turned his indifferent gaze back to Tang Zhetian. "How does it feel?" he asked coldly. "Are you filled with regret? Seething with rage? You never should have come to Thunder City. Since you did, you’re not going back."

"You dare kill me? You’re not far from death yourself!" Tang Zhetian roared. "Our Tang Family of Sea City is connected to Tang Yu, the King of Hidden Weapons! He is one of the Eight Kings of the World! Do you really think you’ll live through this?"

"You’re at death’s door. What’s the point of saying all that?" Yang Qi stated flatly. "Why not fight one last, proper battle? At least you can die a heroic death."

Tang Zhetian took a deep breath, forcing his courage to resurface. Gazing at the corpses of his family strewn across the ground, he gritted his teeth. That’s right. He couldn’t lose his will to fight. He had to get revenge—avenge all the fallen members of the Tang Family.

His son!

His grandson!

So many of his Tang Family’s Martial Artists!

This battle was no longer about dignity. It was about conviction!

"Boy, you forced my hand!" Tang Zhetian declared. "After years of studying Swordsmanship, I finally comprehended the use of Force, a way to borrow the might of heaven and earth to annihilate my foes. It’s still unrefined, but it should be more than enough to kill you. After fighting for so long, even if you’re not injured, you must be exhausted."

It was hard to say if he was trying to convince Yang Qi or himself, but that was clearly what he had chosen to believe.

Yang Qi stood motionless, watching as Tang Zhetian gripped the Tang Blade with both hands. Suddenly, his entire aura shifted. In that instant, Tang Zhetian no longer seemed like a man but a force of nature that had merged with the world around him. Behind him, a colossal, phantom Tang Blade began to coalesce.

So that’s it? The Force? It’s Sword Force, drawing upon the power of heaven and earth! All of his attacks will become immensely powerful. And this is just the entry-level? It’s truly incredible.

"Sword Force!"

"Tang Zhetian actually comprehended the legendary power of Force!"

"That’s terrifyingly strong!"

"Yang Qi is doomed! That fool actually stood there and watched Tang Zhetian prepare the technique!"

This was what the members of the Wang Family, Yan Family, and Black Wolf Sect were all thinking. Honestly, they hadn’t expected Tang Zhetian to unleash such a tyrannical, world-shaking move at the very end.

"KILL!"

With a furious roar, Tang Zhetian slashed his Tang Blade toward Yang Qi. The massive, ethereal phantom behind him mirrored the attack, descending with an absolutely terrifying might. Under normal circumstances, no one could possibly survive such a blow.

And yet, Yang Qi suddenly closed his eyes.

Everyone froze, stunned.

He closed his eyes at a time like this? Has he given up? Did he resign himself to fate, knowing he couldn’t block it?

Just then, the sword in Yang Qi’s hand began to move, stirring a wind around him. He snapped his eyes open, and two beams of cold light shot from his pupils as a faint smile touched his lips.

"So this is the Sword Force of Martial Arts. Immortal Cultivation also has its methods of borrowing power. When it comes to this game, I’m far better than you!"

Though it was his first time using it, the Force he now commanded was infinitely more terrifying than Tang Zhetian’s.

"Golden Thunder Slash!"

As his sword fell, the very heavens and earth roared.

In that single moment, Tang Zhetian was plunged into despair. The attack hadn’t even landed, but he could feel his own Force being utterly suppressed, crushed, and dismantled. His colossal phantom Tang Blade shattered into nothing, sliced apart by an even greater golden longsword.

The next moment, a piercing scream echoed as Tang Zhetian was sent flying, crashing heavily into the ruins of the Spirit Hall.

He was drenched in blood.

Tang Zhetian’s mind reeled. He never imagined he would be so utterly defeated. Not only was he beaten, but he had somehow allowed Yang Qi to comprehend Sword Force in the process. How am I supposed to fight that? What kind of sick joke is this?!

He desperately tried to get up, only to find that his meridians were shredded by Sword Qi. He couldn’t stand, let alone move. His eyes filled with terror and absolute despair. In that moment, he knew only one thing: the Tang Family was finished.

Tang Zhetian was defeated.

The Tang Family was destroyed.

Everyone stared, dumbfounded, at the figure of Tang Zhetian lying in a pool of his own blood, their expressions a mask of utter shock. That man was the strongest expert of Sea City’s Tang Family! The Tang Family was one of the ten great families of Sea City, a clan that far surpassed any in Jingnan Prefecture