Countless people automatically retreated, clearing an open space. Nangong Shuyue also released her son. As the heir of the Zhou Kingdom, he had to carry himself like its heir.
Chai Shaohui looked at Zhao Fu with a resolute face. He took a short sword from his storage ring; given his height, the short sword suited him perfectly. After drawing it, Chai Shaohui gripped it tightly with both hands and assumed a defensive stance.
Zhao Fu's blood-red eyes watched Chai Shaohui as well. Sword in hand and radiating a formidable aura, he strode toward him step by step.
The surroundings fell silent, the atmosphere somewhat stifling. Every gaze was fixed on the two figures in the open space. Everyone knew Chai Shaohui could not possibly defeat the Great Qin Imperial Prince. The question was how this twelve-year-old heir of the Zhou Kingdom would die.
Suddenly!
As Zhao Fu advanced toward Chai Shaohui, his body flashed, instantly crossing more than twenty meters to appear before him. He formally launched his attack, raising the sword in his hand and giving it a simple swing.
Boom!
A terrifying black sword radiance, carrying astonishing destructive power, shot forth as though it could easily cleave even a small mountain apart.
Roar!
Chai Shaohui's expression changed drastically. He immediately drew upon the power of the dragon of fortune. A dragon's roar rang out from within his body, yellow light bursting from all over him as a powerful aura erupted. Chai Shaohui swung his sword with all his strength, stirring up a horrifying sword gale as he slashed at Zhao Fu.
Bang!
With a tremendous crash, the two swords collided and two dreadful powers slammed together. A shockwave spread outward like a raging gale, while the ground instantly collapsed into a ten-meter-wide crater.
The next second!
Chai Shaohui's