The Crown Prince of Qi was originally waiting for Uncle Han to capture the other party and then avenge his grudge.
But who would have thought that Han Fengqiu would spend so much time and still not be able to catch the other party.
In that instant, he felt somewhat relieved. Well, even a peak ninth-rank cultivator couldn't catch him, so it's normal for someone like me, who was only an eighth-rank cultivator, to lose.
Murong Qinghe stared at the scene, his handsome eyebrows furrowing deeper and deeper: "Your brother-in-law is really strange. He was like this when he fought the prince before, and he's like this now when he fights a peak ninth-rank cultivator. What is his limit?"
Chu Youzhao said with a proud look, "My brother-in-law is amazing."
She felt a little regretful that her sister wasn't there and couldn't see him in such a majestic state.
Hearing the murmurs around him, Han Fengqiu stopped, his old face burning hot.
With his cultivation level, he had made so many moves but hadn't even managed to catch a hair on his opponent's head; he had long since lost face.
He knew that if things continued like this, he would have a hard time catching the other person, so he simply stopped: "You brat, you've really angered this old man."
Zuan couldn't help but chuckle: "So you weren't angry when your pants fell down in public just now?"
Having fought to the death with even more powerful masters, Han Fengqiu, though formidable, was not enough to truly frighten him.
Han Fengqiu's face twitched. He took a deep breath, said nothing more, and instead held the sword horizontally in front of him.
Buzz buzz buzz!
The sword trembled slightly, emitting a series of dragon roars.
He then drew a large circle in front of him with his right hand.
The sword that was originally lying in front of him instantly turned into countless swords, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, or like blooming chrysanthemums.
Zuan also stopped smiling; he could feel the chill of the opponent's sword aura from a great distance.
Han Fengqiu threw the sword array ring in front of him into the air. The sword ring continued to spin, emitting a buzzing vibration.
Then one becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight...
Countless sword energies burst forth densely in the air.
Han Fengqiu sneered, "You little bastard, let's see where you can hide this time!"
Clearly, he has the same plan as the previous Prince Qi: since your dodging technique is unpredictable, then he will directly use AOE area damage to make it impossible for you to avoid.
At this moment, the woman in the carriage spoke up: "Save people!"
Clearly, in her view, Zaun had absolutely no way to dodge this move.
"Alright!" The toothless coachman grinned, then took a step and appeared directly in the center of the field.
Just then, the sword energy in mid-air suddenly descended, forming a rain of swords that covered every inch of land within a radius of several dozen feet. No matter where Zu An hid, he would not escape his fate.
Zaun looked serious. "Use a sword, huh? I happen to have a similar skill."
Just as he was about to make a move, a figure appeared in front of him.
"Hey, that coachman?" Zuan immediately recognized him. His teeth were missing and protruding, making him so distinctively ugly that it was hard not to recognize him.
Just then, the toothless coachman reached out and grabbed at the air, a seemingly ordinary grab, and caught Han Fengqiu's sword.
The moment the sword was caught, the countless sword energies burst and disappeared like bubbles.
Han Fengqiu's smile froze on his face. He had originally planned to watch Zu An suffer and wail as he was slowly tortured by sword energy, but he never expected this unexpected turn of events.
However, he immediately realized what was happening and respectfully bowed to the toothless coachman: "Han Fengqiu, a retainer of the Qi Prince's Mansion, greets senior!"
Although the other party looked younger than him, in the world of cultivation, those who have attained the highest level come first.
The opponent was able to easily see through his sword formation and directly grab his sword, which meant that he was at least one level higher than him. Only a master or above, after touching the soul, could distinguish the true from the false in the sky full of sword energy and find the core of the formation directly.
At the same time, he also revealed his identity, implying that no matter how powerful the other party was, they could not be as powerful as the King of Qi, which was a veiled warning.
The toothless coachman snorted coldly: "Don't try to scare me with the King of Qi. I may not be able to beat the King of Qi, but beating you is still easy."
Han Fengqiu: "..."
"Oh right, I just laughed. Weren't you thinking of beating me up?" The toothless coachman persisted, looking at him with a half-smile.
Han Fengqiu hurriedly apologized, "This junior wouldn't dare!"
He was sweating profusely, wondering what terrible things he had done today to run into so many monsters.
He originally came to dominate the scene and show off, but instead of showing off, he got humiliated.
"I doubt you'd dare." The toothless groom snorted, then turned to look at Zu An. "Hmm, you're not bad, kid. Your mouth is a bit sharp, but you're quite handsome and your cultivation is not bad either."
Zuan was speechless for a moment. What's with that look you're giving your son-in-law?
He hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "If I had known you were so skilled, senior, I wouldn't have made a fool of myself before."
No wonder they didn't thank me when I stopped the frightened horse; it turns out the horse couldn't hurt them at all.
"It's rare to find someone with such a chivalrous heart." The toothless coachman found him increasingly pleasing to the eye.
Chu Youzhao was both surprised and delighted. One second she saw sword energy flying towards Zu'an and her heart was pounding in her chest. The next second, a mysterious expert was helping her brother-in-law. Judging from his tone, her brother-in-law would definitely be alright today.
She couldn't help but quietly ask Murong Qinghe, "You know the most about people in the cultivation world, do you know who this senior is?"
Murong Qinghe looked somewhat bewildered: "I don't know."
Logically speaking, she should know most of the masters above the Grandmaster level in the entire capital city circle, but there wasn't a single one who matched the characteristics of the person in front of her.
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