On the palace.
"How could Yu Yang lose? This is unacceptable!"
Emperor Jingtai shook his head and sighed, but couldn't hide the smile on his face, "Chulong has become so powerful..."
As he spoke, he looked at Queen Chu Ge with a smile.
"We are all His Majesty's bloodline, so how can there be a distinction of high or low?"
Empress Chu Ge squinted, her eyes still filled with affection, but the curve of her lips seemed somewhat cold.
Jiang Chulong looks so much like that woman.
Especially when wielding a sword.
How did she do it?
However, Empress Chuge's brows immediately relaxed.
Few members of the royal family placed their hopes on Yu Yang; Yu Yang was merely going through the motions anyway.
The main attraction is still Jiang Yu.
"I wonder what would happen if Jiang Chulong met Yu'er, Your Majesty... what do you think?"
The sound wasn't loud, but it was just enough for the people around to hear clearly.
"You dare?"
Emperor Jingtai turned his head, a gleaming, sinister look flashing in his eyes.
"His Majesty isn't the best at turning a blind eye."
Empress Chu Ge smiled aggrievedly, "Why can't you turn a blind eye to my problems too?"
Heavenly Mountain Sword Villa.
"What excellent sword intent!"
"What kind of Swordsmanship is that?"
"There seems to be some influence from my Heavenly Mountain Sword Villa within it, but it's mostly her own style."
"That little girl looks familiar. Have I seen her somewhere before?"
"So alike... it's so alike..."
Several disciples of the Heavenly Mountain Sword Villa had their eyes light up.
"If we were in the same realm, I'm afraid I'm not as good as her." Xie Xuan shook his head, but showed no sign of frustration.
After all, she is Master Shi's daughter; it's normal that her swordsmanship talent surpasses his.
Moreover, Jiang Chulong's cultivation level was still relatively low, so the pressure she exerted on him was far less than that of Ying Bing.
Hopefully, we won't encounter it too soon...
Xie Xuan looked up at the Map of Mountains and Rivers and indeed found Ying Bing's name.
[Ying Bing vs. Jiang Chengling]
He breathed a silent sigh of relief; he still vividly remembered their sparring session in front of Cloud-Stepping Tower.
Who will I play in my first match?
Looking down, Xie Xuan suddenly froze.
[Xie Xuan versus Li Mo]
The host took the stage at this moment, and it turned out to be the same purple-robed eunuch who had presided over the Weapon Forging Conference. However, this time he was not alone. He was accompanied by Du Wufeng and Xie Yiding, two powerful judges from the Heavenly Mountain Sword Villa.
That makes it seem very professional.
They were commentating on the competition of each of the Hidden Dragon talents, discussing their chances of winning, much like a commentator.
"What an upset! Jiang Chulong defeated Jiang Yuyang in a single move! What an amazing sword strike!"
The eunuch in purple robes held a conch shell that could amplify sound.
"However, the later matches should be even more exciting. What do you two seniors think?"
"Ying Bing has nothing to say about Jiang Chengling. Her martial arts skills are unfathomable, even to this old man. We are both at the Eight Apertures of Divine Observation, and I can't think of anyone who could defeat her."
Du Wufeng shook his head.
"What do you think, Senior Xie... Senior Xie?"
The eunuch in purple noticed that Xie Yiding was still staring at Jiang Chulong in a daze.
The mere resemblance of three points was enough to leave the headmaster of this sacred sword-wielding land speechless for a long time.
"Master, your handkerchief has fallen off."
Du Wufeng said calmly.
"Um?"
Xie suddenly snapped back to reality, touched the square scarf on his head, and then looked at Lao Du with an unfriendly expression.
"Master, everyone is waiting for your comments."
"Hmm, Jiang Chengling... well, there's nothing much to say about him. He's not even worthy of Cold Fairy's attention, so a long explanation is pointless."
Xie Yiding directly decided the outcome of this match.
"What about the young master and the Divine Hammer Little Overlord?"
The eunuch in purple asked again.
"In my opinion, Li Mo's chances of winning are slim, of course, I'm talking about if he doesn't use the hammer."
"What makes you say that?" the purple-robed eunuch pressed.
Xie Yiding shook his head and said:
"First of all, Li Mo is only at the Seven Apertures of Divine Observation Realm, which puts him at a significant disadvantage in terms of cultivation level."
"Furthermore, while the Divine Hammer Little Overlord's talent in swordsmanship is not bad, and he could easily join my Sword Manor, he ultimately lacks experience. His craftsmanship is too heavy... no, you could say it's all craftsmanship, lacking any true spirit."
For example, if we consider an artist...
Li Mo spent his entire life only copying, but no matter how well he copied, it was never his own. His ultimate goal was not to become an art master, but a forger.
If someone could get him acid-free paper and color-changing ink...
Well, this is just a metaphor. To put it simply, Li Mo's sword is inanimate, and no matter how much it resembles someone else's, it's still inanimate.
"In terms of weaponry, the Heavenly Human Divine Sword is no weaker than the Ancestral Master's sword, but Li Mo probably cannot unleash its true power, while Xie Xuan is with the Ancestral Master's sword day and night."
Du Wufeng thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Xiao Li's chances of winning are indeed not high."
The ordinary people and onlookers present were mostly laymen, but they still understood the obvious meaning.
Overall, Xie Xuan has the advantage.
"The Divine Hammer Little Overlord versus Xie Xuan, we're about to witness the first clash between divine weapons!"
"Xie Xuan has gone up on stage, so why is Li Mo standing still?"
"It seems like Cold Fairy's side is almost finished..."
Jiang Yu took a sip of tea. He had thought that Jiang Chengling would test Ying Bing's intentions.
I never imagined we'd be defeated so quickly.
It's been a long time since he's had anyone of his own generation, and that's when he starts to feel insecure.
Emotional fluctuations are a wonderful thing, even crises, anger, and... fear.
On the stage, Xie Xuan held a wooden sword in his hand and looked down with a slightly puzzled expression.
"Brother Li, what's going on?"
"Wait a little longer, just a little while."
Li Mo shook his head, but showed no sign of tension, and his gaze was not on Xie Xuan at all.
"Wait for what?"
Xie Xuan was completely bewildered.
Then, he heard a shout coming from the arena next to him, "Cold Fairy has won!"
Ying Bing, who had just stepped onto the stage, came down again in less than a minute.
She walked down with an aloof and indifferent air, still carrying the imposing aura of the sword that had just severed Jiang Chengling's weapon. It was as if, compared to royalty and nobility, she was truly of inestimable nobility and unassailable majesty.
She tilted her head as she walked up to Li Mo:
"Why aren't you going up yet?"
"Waiting to charge."
"..."
Ying Bing noticed that many eyes were on them, and her expression quickly turned cold, her fingertips involuntarily curling up.
But she still wrapped her arms around Li Mo's waist, holding him quite tightly.
"Come on..."
"Yes, I'm sure I'll make it into the top three!"
As everyone knows, the stronger Heaven-Equalizing Battle Intent spirit, the stronger one's combat power.
Little Li spirit soared instantly.
"???"
"What are you doing, Li Mo? What are you doing?"
"Why are you hitting us instead of Xie Xuan?"
Amidst a murmur of surprise, Li Mo ascended the platform.
Xie Xuan was feeling a chill run down his spine, as if he had already lost before the fight even started.
After thinking about it, Little Li still didn't say, "She doesn't love you at all." Old Xie is a decent guy; he wouldn't go that far.
Moreover, he wanted to win fair and square with a sword.
If it's all for the sake of a dream, let's not worry about the King of Brawling for now.
"A hall full of flowers intoxicates three thousand guests; a single sword's light chills fourteen provinces!"
"Sword, come!"
The Heavenly Human Divine Sword flew backwards from below the stage and landed in my hand; if it had an expression, it would probably be quite speechless right now.
Young Li, the swordsman, was both elegant and dignified.
"Thank you, brother, please!"
"So neat..."
Xie Xuan muttered to himself.
Why does he seem more like a peerless swordsman than I am?
Suddenly, I felt inexplicably stressed, as if I were the one seeking advice from the other party.
Wait a minute, what the hell are you?! What the hell are you talking about, your sword supposedly chilling fourteen provinces?!
Looking for a phone to charge you, muah! -3-