Chapter 151: Half a Piece of Shirt Sleeve

Her almond eyes immediately contracted. She looked on dumbfounded, rooted to the spot. All of a sudden she didn’t know how to react.

At that moment, what entered her eyes was that celestial-like person in mid-lunge, those glistening eyes, that absolutely amazing sword, and that calm and confidence.

The sword image was only three inches wide and the sword energy only seventy feet long. But when the sword chopped down, it seemed to shake the heavens and earth. The sword seemed indiscernible and sentient, its trajectory tough to grasp.

A few words flashed across her mind. There were only two phrases now that could describe what she was feeling!

This sword was totally magical! It was exceptional!

“That is Zong Shou? How is that possible, wasn’t he dual meridians and didn’t have internal energy? How could he display such a sword…”

Such sword techniques were something she didn’t even see her Senior Brothers in Pill Fountain Sect use!

Even the elders in the sect didn’t have skills at such level of sentience!

Just as her gaze was at a loss and she muttered in disbelief, Li Yunniang followed behind and jumped onto the mountain. Looking down, her face was really complicated.

“Little Miss, that day when the Prince said that it was him who killed Deceitful Sword Ren Qianchou and Hundred Thousand Blood Killer Li Yaling… those words were true. That Li Yaling really died at his hands. As for killing Deceitful Sword Ren Qianchou, he didn’t even need to use three breaths…”

Xuanyuan Yiren’s body shuddered once more, all of a sudden her thoughts in chaos and her mind went blank. Only broken pieces of memories surged out from the deep parts of her mind.

Why do I, Zong Shou, need a girl to protect me? Yesterday in the back courtyard you should have felt it. In your eyes, how many people below Martial Ancestor are my opponents?

Who else can it be? Apart from me here who could kill them…

Little Miss, if one day you find out that Prince Zong Shou isn’t the trash everyone thinks he is, and instead a talent even stronger than that Hundred Thousand Blood Killer Li Yaling… Those people who want to kill him are like ants and clowns, not worth mentioning. What would Little Miss do?

A short few words kept on appearing in her mind. Xuanyuan Yiren couldn’t help, but bite into her lower lip.

It’s true, those words were true! Her fingernails stabbed into her flesh, it was painful! Her lips were hurting and bleeding. This was real!

Li Yaling was really killed by him, and now, in front of her eyes the person using this celestial-like sword was really Zong Shou!

That unreal sense of enlightenment instantly faded. In her memory, that unable to cultivate but resilient, calm but reckless, slightly lazy teen had instantly combined with this person in front of her who was able to make all the top talents in Donglin Cloud Continent feel ashamed.

In her chest, a hard-to-accept mix of feelings rose in her heart.

Was she happy? Delighted? Emotional? Excited? Regretful? Ashamed?

Xuanyuan Yiren couldn’t pinpoint what her exact emotions were, only feeling that she was feeling a whole host of emotions, very complicated.

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Hu Qianqiu squinted his eyes, raising his head as he looked into the sky. His gaze was also attracted, fixed on that sword, filled with surprise and praise. It was also the first time some seriousness appeared in his eyes.

“What a good ‘Someone who is good at attacking can shake the heavens!’ This sword is really leaves no tracks! Exquisite…”

With his level of a Xuanwu Ancestor, he still didn’t dare to take it head on. He immediately retreated a hundred feet, and only when Zong Shou’s sword attack slightly weakened did he gently go forwards and chop it down once more!

saber and sword intersected, but they did not collide, instead brushing past one another dangerously.

The following ten strikes were the same, continuing successively, barely passing one another. It was like there were two people waving their sword and saber under the moonlight, having nothing to do with one another. However if one looked at the attacks, just one slight difference and one would be beheaded.

Zong Shou didn’t blink a single time, while Hu Qianqiu was really excited, his face flushing slightly red, like he was enjoying the moment and totally immersed in it.

In the eyes of everyone around, they had a totally different feeling. Hu Qianqiu’s saber slashed widely and heavily, simple and clean, but really overbearing. Zong Shou’s sword seemed too exquisite. The sword light was illusionary, each blow from unbelievable angles, making it tough to grasp, yet there was none of that deceitful energy; it was alive, indiscernible, and carefree.

It was like each sword encapsulated sword intent, sword rhythm, sword strength, and sword sense; all of it was present.

As they were focused into it, they suddenly felt that not far away a similar aura suddenly rose. Everyone looked over in shock, only to see Chuxue looking at Zong Shou’s sword in delight, her brows dancing. Her aura was showing, it was also really alive, fluttering like it was about to fly.

These people were all intelligent and just needed to think back and knew what Zong Shou meant by what he said just now.

Someone who is good at attacking can shake the heavens! The sword intent of that sword was really suitable for this girl, and he intended to give her some pointers.

Zong Yuan couldn’t help but feel jealous. Not yet reaching the Xiantian level and being able to comprehend the strength of the martial path; what kind of level would she reach in the future? Regardless, it would be stronger than him…

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He didn’t dare to be distracted for long, muttering a few words before looking back to that intense battle.

The wind surged in all directions, saber energy shooting all around, sword energy slashing horizontally and vertically, extinguishing the flames of the campfire.

The sky had slowly turned bright, the sunlight shone down from the east through the clouds, and the glow of the weapons was ever more eye-catching.

Just as the saber and sword auras climbed and ballooned to their maximum and became more and more intense, Hu Qianqiu gave out a regretful sigh. “Prince’s internal energy is becoming chaotic, why not he decide it in this stroke?”

“Okay!”

Vital energy was charging about within Zong Shou’s chest and he was unable to speak further, giving only a simple reply. His sword glow exploded, an electric light shining and thousands of illusions appearing, sweeping outwards. This time it was a different style, unafraid of clashing with Hu Qianqiu’s Tiger King Saber. All the power was focused and gathered. When the saber and sword clashed, it instantly exploded.

Those saber shadows and sword glows instantly became several times faster, so fast that it exceeded one’s perception, difficult to discern.

Zong Shou’s sword was like a blooming cereus, opening to its most eye-catching period before starting to fade.

Ding!

A piercing ring shook one’s ears as Zong Shou flew backwards. He had lost all of his energy and was unable to support himself anymore. Shaking and wobbling, barely holding his sword, he stabbed it into the ground to prevent himself from collapsing. At the corner of his lips, some fresh blood seeped out.

However, his eyes showed no sense of pain, only the satisfaction of one going all out in a battle.

Hu Qianqiu stood solemnly with his saber by his side. He seemed to be stunned as he looked at the sleeve on his right hand.

The crowd didn’t know what was up until they saw a piece of clothing slowly breaking apart and drifting to the ground.

In that instant, the area around the two carriages was deadly silent. Everyone kept quiet, like they had lost their ability to speak.

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Only when tens of breaths had passed did Hu Qianqiu suddenly laugh out crazily, filled with excitement and happiness. “I lost, what a good loss! The battle today is so enjoyable, how amazing! It seems like I still underestimated the Prince. Is this your sword? It is totally unparalleled. After ten years, no, you only need seven, and your sword will be invincible!”

When he said that, Hu Qianqiu’s saber swept out. That saber was sudden to the maximum, before one could even blink that thousand feet of saber energy had arrived beside Zong Ling.

It brushed the body of Zong Ling before sweeping behind him at Feng Xiao and the other Xiantian experts that were retreating, striking them with a saber.

Blood splattered all about and gore flew. Instantly half of Zong Ling’s body was dyed red. He didn’t dare to move, his eyes were devoid of life as he looked stunned into the distance, not daring to wipe it away.

“You really know how to grasp the chance! In front of me, you still want to escape? Do you dare to behave arrogantly in front of me again?”

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Zhongyuan’s eyelids twitched and he didn’t try to persuade his father otherwise. For the last three months,his father had a lot of pent-up frustration, and had suppressed his anger several times back in Gantian Mountain. This time he knew he didn’t need to bear it anymore and exploded immediately. Naturally he was unrestrained and could do anything.

Their Iron Tiger race needed the heads of these few people to express their loyalty in front of the Prince.

If one had to blame something, one could only blame Zong Ling for having bad luck. The current Hu Qianqiu was like a human tornado, even his son didn’t dare anger him.

Speaking of which, this Zong Shi and Zong Ling really deserved a lot of hate. They didn’t have the skill, so why were they trying to seize the throne?

Like their Prince, who was obviously skilled in the sword, unparalleled in the world, but knew how to be low profile. But he was a little too low profile…

Just as he thought about that, Hu Zhongyuan saw a cold gaze look over. It was Hu Qianqiu. He couldn’t help but feel a chill down his spine and his mood sank. He knew that his father was really violent, and he definitely could feel a beating coming on the way.

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Zong Yuan lay flat on the ground, his eyes showing his glee, like he knew this would happen.

That Zong Ling was probably crying inside. Who was the fool out of all of them?

However, Zong Yuan didn’t gloat; he had just comprehended some martial intents that he needed to think back on carefully.

When Zong Shou returned, he would most probably die…

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Xuanyuan Yiren, on the other hand, was standing on the peak, totally stunned, her jade hands tightly clenched.

He won, he could actually beat Hu Qianqiu by half a stroke. Even if the latter restricted most of his true strength to less than that of Martial Ancestor to fight him, his attainments in the martial path were there and real…