The coachman with the missing tooth, who was further away, felt the lady in the carriage lean forward and knew she was worried, so he explained, "Madam, please rest assured, this little fellow is very agile and is not injured."
The woman in the carriage finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.
At this moment, the Crown Prince of Qi on the battlefield also changed his expression, because he felt that he had also missed this time.
He immediately tried to dodge, but it was too late. A sharp pain shot through his thigh, and a cloud of blood burst forth from it.
The Prince of Qi roared and brandished his longsword wildly, unleashing a violent bolt of lightning that could take away half of his opponent's life.
Unfortunately, Zuan did not rush forward for credit. He retreated immediately after his successful strike, leaving Zuan with no chance to capitalize on the opportunity.
"You actually managed to break through my defenses!" The Prince of Qi looked down at the wound on his leg, which was covered in blood, and was both shocked and furious.
Anger points from Zhao Zhi: +588 +588 +588...
If he hadn't acted on his cultivator's instinct for crisis warning and dodged to the side at the last second, he would probably have already said goodbye to his little brother by now.
Zu An secretly lamented his misfortune. Eighth-rank cultivators do indeed have many hidden tricks up their sleeves; otherwise, he would have crushed them to death with that attack just now. "Who was it that was so arrogant just now, saying that their attack couldn't even break through your protective shield? If you don't believe me, I'll give you another chance to try?"
Zhao Zhi's eyes turned cold as he glanced at the Tai'a sword in the man's hand with some apprehension, knowing that the strangeness likely lay in that: "I admit, I did underestimate you before, but do you really think you can defeat me with just a strange sword?"
"Are you a duck? You're still so stubborn at a time like this," Zu'an couldn't help but mock.
Even Chu Youzhao and Murong Qinghe, who were not far away, nodded subconsciously. They also felt that the Prince of Qi had lost face this time. Losing is losing, even if it was by half a move.
He was, after all, a dignified eighth-rank expert. He was forced into this state by a low-ranking martial artist and even got injured. What was the use of saying those nice words?
Instead, the toothless coachman in the distance frowned and said, "That kid is in danger."
He had expected the lady in the carriage to respond so he could then offer his explanation, but there was no sound at all. All his boastful words fell to the void, leaving him feeling stifled.
At this moment, Zhao Zhi's hairband had unknowingly broken, and his once neatly combed hair was now flying in the air without any wind. His pupils had also turned purple: "Do you know the difference between an eighth-grade cultivator and a low-level cultivator?"
Sensing his rising aura, Zu An's expression changed slightly as he recalled the common sense he had learned at the academy.
The sixth rank can form an elemental protective shield, almost eliminating the possibility of lower-level cultivators challenging those of higher levels. This can be considered the first qualitative change in the cultivation path.
The eighth rank is considered the second qualitative change in the cultivation process. Before the eighth rank, cultivators mainly rely on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth stored in their own bodies. In other words, they mainly rely on their own strength. But after reaching the eighth rank, they can borrow the power of heaven and earth!
Even in a technologically advanced world like the one in my previous life, where humans could travel through the universe and explore the deep sea, a simple typhoon, earthquake, or tsunami could unleash energy equivalent to countless atomic bombs.
Compared to the power of heaven and earth, humanity is ultimately too insignificant.
At this moment, he could keenly sense that the primordial energy of heaven and earth was surging wildly towards the Prince of Qi.
Noticing the change in his expression, the Prince of Qi finally revealed a hint of pleasure: "It seems you've realized it. I didn't want to cause such a commotion in the capital, but you forced me to. Let me show you the terror of an eighth-grade cultivator!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he shot towards Zu An like a cannonball. His speed was so fast that even Chu Youzhao and Murong Qinghe, who were watching the battle intently, didn't have time to react.
Zuan was taken aback. His opponent was many times faster than before. There was no time to dodge. So he gritted his teeth and swung his sword directly at the opponent's vitals. As the saying goes, the brave will win when they meet on a narrow road. He didn't believe that this guy, with his precious body, would be willing to trade injury for injury or life for life.
“Those lowly bastards from the streets have a reckless, suicidal fighting spirit,” the Prince of Qi sneered. “Unfortunately, it means nothing in the face of absolute power!”
As he spoke, he easily blocked the opponent's Tai'a sword with his own. At his current speed, the opponent's desperate attack was nothing but a joke in his eyes.
At the same time, he threw another punch, and a white burst of energy emanated from his fist. The speed was so fast that it had broken the sound barrier, creating a sonic boom like the fighter jets in the previous life of Zaun.
Zuan reached out to block, but he was too slow and was hit squarely in the chest by the opponent's punch.
The sound of bones cracking rang out, and Zuan flew through the air in an arc like a broken sandbag before crashing heavily to the ground.
"Brother-in-law!" Chu Youzhao was shocked. She even saw the blood that Zu An spat out when he fell in the sky, like a mournful rainbow.
She rushed over and stood in front of Zu An, saying, "Your Highness, please show mercy."
"Brother Chu!" Murong Qinghe was startled and hurriedly ran over. The combat power of an eighth-grade cultivator was terrifying. If he were even slightly affected by the aftershocks of the battle, he might lose his life.
Nevertheless, she instinctively ran to Chu Youzhao's side, trying to protect him.
The Prince of Qi stopped a foot away from the two men, frowning as he said, "For the sake of the Qin and Murong families, you two step aside, and I can pretend nothing happened."
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