The atmosphere on the arena was somewhat eerie. Despite being at a disadvantage from every angle, Little Jiang, wearing sunglasses and devoid of emotion, had a commanding presence.
She didn’t even draw her sword (she forgot).
Meanwhile, Yu Yang Zhubo was already drenched in sweat.
Suddenly, it felt as if everything was under the control of Li Mo and Ying Bing. Jiang Chulong didn’t even bother drawing her sword, clearly not taking her seriously at all.
Exactly.
Why did Jiang Chulong dare return to the Imperial Capital and even appear before Crown Prince Brother with such confidence?
Could it be that she wasn’t even afraid of the eldest brother, the Crown Prince?
“Chulong, just use the sword techniques taught by that high person.”
Li Mo suddenly said from below the stage.
High person?!
A fine layer of sweat appeared on Yu Yang Zhubo’s forehead. Even the God Hammer Little Overlord called them high persons, so what kind of existence were they?
Plunk—
A drop of cold sweat fell to the ground, scattering into sparkling droplets.
This drop of cold sweat broke the frozen atmosphere, causing Yu Yang Zhubo to snap. She decided to take the initiative to attack; no matter what tricks the opponent had up their sleeve, they wouldn’t be able to use them…
A sound of a sword hummed, her figure resembling a startled swan, her sword technique like a dragon under the river.
The dragon formed its own circle amidst the ebb and flow of the tide.
Transforming intangible water into tangible objects, a single sword strike was like a long dragon entering the river, unending.
Could Chulong block it?
Little Li, who was also the Heavenly Sovereign’s teacher, kept his expression neutral but was secretly worried.
This was not the Sword Trial Conference of Hengyun Sword City. Everyone wasn’t engaging in a strict exchange of martial arts. The opponent’s sword technique, which relied on pressure, became even more oppressive under the restraint of their realm.
It had to be said, Yu Yang Zhubo’s sword technique was indeed excellent, having practiced this skill to a perfect level.
The good news was that the Fighting King’s technique really worked.
The harmonious dragon-like sword aura was ultimately a hurried move, with one discordant flaw!
“Not as good as those dragons…”
Little Jiang’s eyes brightened slightly.
From the first glance, she saw the disharmonious part of the opponent’s sword technique, after all, she had truly seen dragons before.
And fought them.
If there hadn’t been this flaw, she might have had to go through a tough battle, gradually forcing the opponent to reveal their weaknesses.
Now, breaking this sword technique became much simpler.
Qingye Sword silently unsheathed, emitting an inconspicuous weak light.
Everyone present wore expressions of astonishment.
Such a weak sword aura, yet she still took the initiative to counterattack. Wasn’t this like a tiny creature trying to shake a tree, or a mantis trying to stop a carriage?
The area of the royal nobles thought the same. The Fourth Prince even curled the corner of his mouth.
Just now, someone told him that the God Hammer Little Overlord had placed a heavy bet on Jiang Chulong winning. Wasn’t this practically giving him money?
Only Jiang Yu’s expression suddenly froze, a look of shock and disbelief appearing in his heavy pupils.
The faint sword light remained within the dragon-like sword aura, still so faint and undeniable.
Like a deeply rooted small grass, no matter how strong the wind from the east, west, south, or north, or the sweeping of great rivers, could not shake it. It was merely waiting for an opportunity, a chance to see the sunlight and grow wildly…
A surge of overwhelming sword energy suddenly erupted, the terrifying sharpness rising fiercely.
As Qingye flipped, it cut down the true dragon, splitting heaven and earth.
Creak—
After a soft sound, the terrifying sword light appeared and then vanished, as if everything that happened just now was an illusion.
After Jiang Chulong and Jiang Yuyang passed each other, she gently sheathed her sword.
While Jiang Yuyang stood in place, motionless.
For a moment, the arena was silent.
Those of lower realms looked bewildered, unsure of what had just happened.
Those of higher realms and those who understood swords were all shocked and speechless, their eyes filled with awe.
“Did we win or lose?”
Xiao Qin asked his teacher in his heart.
“This little girl has walked her own path, a brand new path…”
Since entering the inner city, Qianxing Wuzun had been silent and pretending to be dead. Now he spoke softly.
Clang—
Half of a broken sword slid off, coming from the high-quality sword held by Yu Yang Zhubo. The cut was smooth like a mirror, along with a few strands of hair.
“Did we win?”
Jiang Chulong pushed up her sunglasses and quietly let out a sigh of relief.
Then she quickly left the stage.
Yes, to others, she finished her sword move, left gracefully, and displayed the demeanor of a master…
In fact, Little Jiang was extremely nervous with so many people watching her. She ran over to Brother Li and grabbed the hem of his clothes.
“Brother Li, I won a lot of rice.”
“Mm, good…” Li Mo nodded absentmindedly.
“What sword technique was that just now?”
Ying Bing remembered that Jiang Chulong had never figured out such a technique in her previous life.
Li Mo was a bit confused. He didn’t teach her.
Why didn’t he teach her? Because he couldn’t either!
“The Heavenly Sovereign teacher showed me… yes… I watched it once and memorized it. This sword is a bit difficult, I’ve been pondering it for a long time.”
“A blade that cuts through sun, moon, and stars?”
“Yes, Brother Li, you’ve seen it too?”
“…”
Little Li was taken aback.
That was to give Little Jiang Zhubo motivation to practice her sword skills. He had made it up.
Not… did you really understand it?
“Unfortunately, I just figured it out and am not ready to demonstrate it to the teacher yet.”
Jiang Chulong lowered her head, speaking timidly.
She felt it wasn’t perfect enough and showing off in front of the Heavenly Sovereign teacher would be embarrassing.
“…”
Li Mo felt like he had been stabbed in the heart.
Fortunately, he had just won a small sum of money, which slightly comforted his wounded heart.
“Brother Li, how much rice did we win?”
“…”
“Two gold mountains, five hundred dark crystals, and an odds ratio of one to eight.”
“I lost sixteen gold mountains, four thousand dark crystals?”
The Fourth Prince’s face turned pale, his hand holding the teacup trembling, spilling tea all over his trousers, making him seem boneless.
The other royal nobles didn’t have time to pay attention to him, looking subtly at the Great Yu Crown Prince.
That day, Jiang Yu entered the Cold Palace,
When he came out, he was covered in bl**d, holding a struggling sword-shaped strange bone, followed by a sedan chair being carried out.
They didn’t hear any cries, only weak mutterings inside:
“Mom, I want to eat warm rice…”
“I’m in so much pain… it really hurts…”
The sedan chair was carried out of the palace walls, and they thought they would never see again that ghost-like little girl growing in the dark corners of the deep palace.
But she returned, and without that bone, she didn’t d*e, but instead miraculously grew even stronger.
What about Jiang Yu, who had taken the sword bone?
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