The Luo God Clan's Supreme Imperial Daughter

"Tiger Form Fist, Tiger Swallows!"

Zhao Tiandu launched his assault without warning, pouring everything he had into the strike.

Since the path ahead was already severed, he might as well fight with his back to the wall and seek life through death.

The Tiger Form Fist, a spiritual art passed down through the Zhao family, had been honed by this direct descendant for ten years. Even without the reinforcement of spiritual energy, it still unleashed immense power.

Roar, roar, roar. A faint sound of a ferocious tiger's roar echoed through the air.

This was also the origin of the Five Tigers of the Zhao Family.

"A cornered beast's struggle."

Deeply disappointed, Mu Chen did not hesitate and immediately moved to kill.

His left hand shifted between reality and illusion, masking the staff as he switched to a palm strike, adopting the majestic posture of the Striding Tiger Ascends Mountain.

The second form of the Demon-Subduing Staff Technique, Striding Tiger Ascends Mountain!

Long weapons were at a disadvantage in close-quarters combat, especially against an opponent closing in with bare hands.

This staff maneuver was a defensive technique used to parry, withdraw, and create distance.

Zhao Tiandu, possessing astonishing combat intuition, grew anxious.

He had to create an opportunity for close-quarters combat to land a heavy blow, then flee; the gap between them was too vast, and a counter-kill was simply impossible.

He was clear-headed enough to know that this was already the most favorable outcome he could have expected.

"Tiger Devours!"

Zhao Tiandu stomped his feet hard against the ground, the muscles in his thighs bulging as he launched himself like a cannonball, smashing toward his enemy at high speed.

"Great Peng Spreads Wings!"

Taking advantage of the moment his opponent was mid-air, off-balance, and between old and new strength, Mu Chen kicked off the ground. He swung his staff forward in a diagonal thrust, aiming for Zhao Tiandu's chest.

Puff. Struck by the archaic Demon-Subduing Battle Staff, Zhao Tiandu was sent flying.

"Tiger Roar!"

"Tiger Howl!"

"Tiger Air Strike!"

Ignoring the chaotic flow of blood and qi within his body, he slapped the ground with his hand. Using the counter-vibration transmitted through his arm, he leaped up like a fish and attacked once more.

Before the Tiger Form qi could take shape, it was completely shredded by the Demon-Subduing Battle Staff.

Even Zhao Tiandu himself was struck in the left shoulder by the staff, shattering his bones.

"Tiger Demon Devours Spirit!"

"Darkness."

Bathed in blood, Zhao Tiandu gritted his teeth. He swung his only remaining intact arm, his eyes wide with fury as he roared aloud, his burly frame suddenly freezing in place.

He lowered his head to look at the archaic Demon-Subduing Battle Staff that had pierced through his left chest. Crimson blood slowly stained the slender staff, and heavy droplets of blood dripped down from it from time to time.

"Heh... heh."

Zhao Tiandu spat out a mouthful of bloody foam. He felt an indescribable, agonizing pain surge through his entire body, and then, his vision went black. He lost consciousness completely and collapsed straight to the ground.

The newly risen king, the Fierce Tiger of the Zhao Clan, had fallen!

Mu Chen crouched down and reached out to close Zhao Tiandu's wide, angry eyes.

The man was detestable, but he was also a worthy opponent.

Whether it was leading the Five Tigers of the Zhao Family to ambush Luo Li, pursuing the princess of the Luo God Clan for thirteen days and nights without rest, or fighting him to the bitter end, his combat will was commendable.

With this, the notorious and infamous Five Tigers of the Zhao Family, who had wreaked havoc on the Spirit Road, all lay in eternal rest within the Black Demon Forest, their bones destined to keep company with the dust and fallen leaves.

Mu Chen crouched before the silver-haired girl, carefully studying that perfect, devastatingly beautiful face. Although she had not yet fully matured, the signs of the future femme fatale were already beginning to show.

A faint, quiet fragrance seeped into his heart, making him feel an itch deep within.

"Have you seen enough?"

The girl in the black dress, sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly opened those clear, glass-like eyes. There was not a shred of emotion in the depths of her pupils—no sorrow, no joy, no anger—only an extraordinary calm.

A moment of respite had finally allowed the princess of the Luo God Clan's complexion to improve; it was no longer a heartbreaking, ghostly white, but now showed a hint of color.

Mu Chen was slightly startled, a thoughtful look crossing his face. He then pulled a warm smile that could mesmerize thousands of girls and said softly, "Not yet."

The silver-haired girl did not dodge, meeting his gaze directly, clean and clear.

One sat cross-legged, the other half-crouched, barely a foot apart.

The two of them stared at each other in this rather strange posture, studying one another and exchanging gazes as if they wanted to imprint the other deep into their hearts.

In the end, a girl's skin is thinner.

The silver-haired girl shifted her gaze slightly, waving her hand to push the annoying fellow away and creating a comfortable, safe distance.

Since she was a child, apart from her grandfather Luo Tianshen, the girl had never had such close interaction with any other male, let alone at such a dangerous distance.

Over a decade ago, the Blood God Clan, one of the four great god clans of the Lesser Western Heaven Realm, launched a shameless and despicable sneak attack, first using their Clan-Protecting Divine Artifact, the Blood God Arm, to heavily wound her father, Luo Tianhe.

They shattered his Sovereign Sea and crippled his cultivation; he passed away suddenly only days after returning to the clan.

Her mother, who had given birth to the girl not long before, was consumed by grief and followed him to the grave shortly thereafter.

The Blood God Clan then moved to ambush her grandfather, Luo Tianshen, using the Blood Demon Poison to plot against him.

Luo Tianshen, originally an Upper Earthly Sovereign, was severely wounded; his cultivation realm nearly plummeted, his vitality was greatly diminished, and his combat prowess declined as a result.

Enduring the agony of his injuries, he clung to life, barely holding on with a decaying, broken body.

Currently, the honor and disgrace of the entire Luo God Clan rest upon the shoulders of this half-crippled old man.

Luo Li, the last remaining direct descendant of the Luo God Clan's royal family, became the undisputed supreme Princess of the clan, destined to be crowned Empress in the future.

The silver-haired girl, who had shouldered the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the royal family since childhood, had nothing in her heart but cultivation; she descended into the Spirit Road for the sole purpose of honing her combat skills.

Looking at the jade-like, delicate hand timidly extended toward him, Mu Chen did not resist; following the gentle force transmitted from his shoulder, he also sat down cross-legged.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he were proud of something.

Mu Chen landed at a distance that was neither too near nor too far, one that both parties could accept, and said softly, "The supreme Princess of the Luo God Clan, I am Mu Chen, from the Hundred Spirit Continent."

"Where have you seen me before?"

The silver-haired girl known as Luo Li had a serious expression and showed no surprise.

As the supreme Princess of the Luo God Clan and the only destined heir to the royal family, she had appeared in public on many occasions alongside her grandfather, Luo Tianshen.

Whether it was vassal forces paying homage in the Lesser Western Heaven Realm, super forces on good terms with the Luo God Clan, or ancient, long-standing noble families, many had seen her true face.

Even within the Spirit Road, the number of people who knew her identity was at least in the double digits.

For instance, the contemporary prodigy of the Southern Territory's Ji Clan, Ji Xuan.

"I have never set foot in the Western Heaven Continent."

"However, I, Mu, am still aware of the great name of the Luo God Sword."

Mu Chen caught the implication behind the silver-haired girl's words and immediately shook his head, his gaze falling upon the black longsword resting across the beauty's knees: the Luo God Sword.

The Luo God Sword, the Clan-Protecting Divine Artifact of the Luo God Clan, was as famous as the Blood God Clan's Blood God Arm.

Luo Tianshen had bestowed it upon her, placing three layers of seals upon it, and left it in Luo Li's hands.

This item was originally the personal sword of the clan's ancestor, the greatest beauty of the ancient Great Thousand world, Luo Shen; it was the life-bound spirit weapon of a generation of Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereigns and a renowned Saint Grade peerless holy object.

After Luo Shen died in battle, the original Luo God Sword went missing.

To commemorate their ancestor, later generations invited a Spirit Artifact Master to forge a replica, the grade of which was merely a Peerless Divine Artifact, approaching a holy object—this was the very item before them.