Slay them all and extract their Sword Bones for me

Jiang Qingyi thrust her sword, aiming straight for Xiao Jing's heart.

Xiao Han snorted coldly, his fist smashing directly into the tip of Jiang Qingyi's sword.

The Grass Character Sword Art was extremely fierce, and combined with the chilling aura of the Xuan Shuang Long Sword, it still couldn't break through his fist.

The immense force of the punch sent Jiang Qingyi flying back to the ground.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

As Jiang Qingyi stood up, Xiao Han's fist came crashing down at her again, forcing her to retreat with Cloud Step.

The spot where she had just stood was now a deep crater.

Feeling the power of his punches, Jiang Qingyi frowned, realizing she couldn't underestimate him.

This Double Pupils Golden Core Realm cultivator was on par with her in quality, perhaps even slightly stronger.

However, this Double Pupils cultivator lacked experience in life-or-death battles.

After creating some distance, Jiang Qingyi twirled her sword into a flourish, and icy Sword Qi spread outward, forming one frost-covered long sword after another.

"Fall!"

At her command, the frost swords rained down like a storm toward Xiao Han.

"With such petty tricks, you dare to cause trouble in my Xiao Royal Mansion?"

Xiao Han didn't take Jiang Qingyi seriously at all.

Or rather, ever since he began his cultivation, he had never taken anyone seriously.

He had never lost!

The fist technique he practiced was called Mountain Shaking Fist, which required that youthful arrogance.

The more he won, the stronger his spirit grew.

The stronger his spirit, the greater the power of his fists.

He threw out the Mountain Shaking Fist, and the fist aura shattered the ice swords into fragments that floated in the air, reflecting the sunlight.

"Die!"

Xiao Han punched out fiercely.

A golden fist imprint blasted toward Jiang Qingyi.

She sidestepped to dodge, raising the Xuan Shuang Long Sword vertically.

She cut her fingertip and smeared the blood along the blade.

Suddenly, Jiang Qingyi reversed her grip on the sword and plunged straight down from the air.

"Boom!"

She drove the sword into the ground, and ripples of Spiritual Energy scattered outward.

With the long sword as the center, the entire front courtyard of Xiao Manor was covered in a layer of ice.

But this ice was red, as if crushed rubies had been mixed into the frozen frost.

One after another, red ice spikes erupted from the ground, and Xiao Han kept retreating.

Wherever he stepped, ice spikes would burst forth.

"Damn it!"

Suddenly, Xiao Han seemed to realize something, but it was too late.

Jiang Qingyi, who had prepared in advance, chanted a spell, and several ice pillars instantly rose up, restricting Xiao Han's movements.

On the other side, Xiao Jing was also trapped in an ice prison.

"Xiao Jing, I want you to watch your son die before your eyes."

Jiang Qingyi hurled her sword, and the Xuan Shuang Long Sword turned into a streak of white light, piercing toward Xiao Han's heart.

But at that very moment, an old man wielding a large blade knocked away Jiang Qingyi's Hundred Step Flying Sword with a single strike. The Xuan Shuang Long Sword embedded itself in the ground, letting out a trembling hum.

The old man struck again, shattering the ice prisons binding Xiao Jing and Xiao Han.

Jiang Qingyi flicked her finger, and the Xuan Shuang Long Sword responded, flying back into its master's hand.

"To have lost your Sword Bone and still cultivate to this level, you are truly remarkable." Xiao Jing walked over to his son's side, brushing the ice dust off him, his tone filled with emotion.

"Father, I—"

Xiao Han, who had nearly died, tried to explain.

But Xiao Jing shook his head. "It's fine. You're still young, only fourteen years old, and you've experienced few life-or-death battles. Your strength is no less than hers; you just lack experience. Remember this battle today—no matter who the opponent is, never underestimate them."

"Yes, Father!" Xiao Han nodded in acknowledgment.

After soothing his son's Dao Heart, Xiao Jing turned to face Jiang Qingyi. "As expected, killing you was the right choice. Perhaps I should have acted sooner, but it's not too late now."

"Elder Ye, I'll trouble you to handle this." Xiao Jing remained composed from start to finish.

"Rest assured, Prince."

Ye Sandao, a Jade Realm Supplicant of the Xiao Manor, took a single step forward, leaving a deep crater in the ground.

Before Jiang Qingyi could even see his figure clearly, a broad saber came slashing down toward her.

"Clang!" Jiang Qingyi blocked with her horizontal sword.

The force of that strike traveled from her tiger's mouth up her arm, then through her entire body.

Jiang Qingyi felt as if her bones were about to shatter.

"Boom!"

Jiang Qingyi was sent crashing into the wall, which collapsed violently, rubble tumbling endlessly.

"Pah!"

Jiang Qingyi spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered to her feet.

Was this a cultivator of the Jade Realm?

She hadn't even sensed him using his full strength.

"Little girl, I'll grant you a quick death!"

Ye Sandao's saber energy surged higher and higher.

Ye Sandao swung his saber, a strike that seemed as if it could cleave a mountain in two.

Jiang Qingyi furrowed her brow. She knew she couldn't dodge this blow.

Pouring all her Spiritual Energy into it, she unleashed her strongest sword strike—the final form of the Grass Character Sword Art: the Void Breaker.

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, it left only phantom shadows in the void.

Sword Qi clashed with saber energy, and violent Spiritual Energy swept across the entire courtyard.

But the gap in their realms was simply too vast.

Jiang Qingyi's Sword Qi only held it back for half a breath.

The Sword Qi shattered, and that saber energy slashed straight toward Jiang Qingyi's brow.

Jiang Qingyi knew she was about to die.

Yet in her heart, there was even a sense of release.

Just as Jiang Qingyi closed her eyes, calmly awaiting death—

A loud crash sounded not far in front of her.

The pain never came.

The young girl slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was a familiar longsword.

On the hilt of that longsword was a familiar back.

Xiao Jing squinted as he watched the man descending from the sky.

Ye Sandao, on the other hand, smiled. "Young Master, it's been a long time."

Xiao Mo shook his head. "Old Ye, I'm no longer the young master of the Xiao Manor. But Old Ye, you seem as well as ever."

"Not bad, not bad." Ye Sandao rested the broad saber on his shoulder. "Has the young master returned to see the old master?"

"Cough, cough, cough." Xiao Mo coughed a few times. "My disciple was reckless and offended Old Ye. I apologize on her behalf. I hope Old Ye can be magnanimous and overlook a minor's fault. I will definitely take her back and discipline her properly."

Ye Sandao sighed. "Young master, you'll have to take that up with our Prince. It's useless telling me."

Xiao Mo turned to look at Prince Jing Xiao and made a bowing salute. "I wonder if the Prince could grant me this convenience?"

Xiao Jing stared at this son who had long severed ties with him. "Xiao Mo, she killed quite a few people from my Xiao Manor."

"Twenty-odd years ago, the Prince also killed quite a few people from Qingyi's manor," Xiao Mo said calmly.

"Yes." Xiao Jing nodded. "I also killed her parents and her younger brother. So do you think she won't come to kill me in the future?"

Xiao Mo's brow furrowed.

Xiao Jing waved his hand and gave the order:

"Old Ye, kill them all. Extract the Sword Bone and bring it to me."

"Prince, the young master is at the Nascent Soul Realm. His Sword Bone has already fused with his soul. If we forcibly extract it, he'll likely scatter his soul and perish," Old Ye said.

Xiao Jing gave Old Ye a cold glance. "So what?"