Kadan is not stupid.
Although Jing Zhe was no match for the Prince of Jin, he was still a grandmaster, and the kind of person who could roam freely in the martial arts world.
He was self-aware enough to know that taking his own head from among thousands of soldiers was as easy as taking something out of a bag, so he deliberately said those words to provoke the Prince of Jin, who naturally found them reasonable.
Kadan was a ally he could trust—most importantly, he didn't have many allies, and Kadan had lost more than half his men yesterday. If he were to charge into battle again now, how could he possibly gain the trust of Kadan?
Besides, why would we need anyone else to kill Jing Zhe?
"Jing Zhe, stop dreaming! You want to kill King Kadan? You'll have to get past me first!"
After saying that, the King of Jin stopped wasting words with Jing Zhe and leaped up, flying towards Jing Zhe.
But Jing Zhe was completely different this time, because he sat motionless on his horse, and did not move even when he saw the Prince of Jin attacking him.
If we had to say he made any move, it would be the cold smile that curled up at the corner of his mouth.
However, the King of Jin ignored him. Jing Zhe had always liked to play tricks and charlatans, which might work on others, but it was completely ineffective against a master of his caliber.
Thinking this, he had already arrived in front of Jing Zhe and threw a heavy punch directly at Jing Zhe's face.
"Go to hell!"
This punch wasn't some external manifestation of true energy; it was a real, heavy blow. Even if Jing Zhe were a grandmaster, taking such a punch would either kill or seriously injure him.
Just as the King of Jin's fist was only an inch away from Jing Zhe, Jing Zhe finally moved. But he didn't dodge, and he didn't even tilt his head back or to the side.
He simply raised his hand slowly—in the eyes of the King of Jin, Jing Zhe's movement was very slow. At this speed, when his fist hit Jing Zhe's face, Jing Zhe's hand probably wouldn't even be able to reach his face. But the most surprising scene appeared. The King of Jin originally thought that his fist would hit Jing Zhe's face one hundred percent, but it hit his hand instead!
He looked down again and found that Jing Zhe's hand was still slowly rising. Not only was it rising, but it was also staying in place, blocking his fist!
It turned out that the entire sky was filled with the illusory image of Jing Zhe raising his hand; his hand seemed to be in place, yet also seemed to exist in every corner.
The punch that the King of Jin threw at Jing Zhe felt like hitting cotton; it was soft and powerless, and Jing Zhe was merely maintaining the motion of raising his hand.
The King of Jin was stunned.
One person took over, and immediately withdrew and retreated.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Of all those present, only the two fighting, the Qingyang Sect Leader, and Jing Zhe's many women could see what was happening. As for the others, they only saw a blur before their eyes, and the Prince of Jin, who had been sent flying, was brought back.
The Qingyang Sect Leader was also puzzled. He saw that the Prince of Jin's punch landed solidly, and Jing Zhe's reaction was instantaneous. He simply raised his hand to block, and the two seemed to have agreed beforehand. Then one stopped attacking and the other stopped defending.
Even though the Qingyang Sect Leader was a man of considerable experience, he still couldn't understand it at all. So he hurriedly asked, "Prince Jin, what's going on? Why did you stop after you attacked?"
The Prince of Jin smiled bitterly to himself, thinking, "You think I want to stop? I'm too weak to fight anymore!"
However, in front of the Qingyang Sect Leader and so many heavy cavalry regiments behind him, the Prince of Jin couldn't bring himself to reply. He simply calmed himself down and launched another attack.
This time, the Prince of Jin did not get up again, but began to externalize his true energy, preparing to use it to test the waters.
Seeing this, the Qingyang Sect Leader hurriedly asked, "Prince Jin, would you like me to help you...?"
"Need not!"
Without even thinking, the Prince of Jin refused outright.
As a grandmaster, and having just suffered a setback, the true energy that Prince Jin exuded became stronger and stronger, forming countless longsword shapes in mid-air. Moreover, due to the abundance of true energy, they had a very strong texture.
The soldiers behind him were also seeing such a large-scale sword formation for the first time, and they couldn't help but marvel.
As for Jing Zhe, he reacted the same way as before; he just stood there, motionless.
"court death!"
The King of Jin couldn't stand pretentious people the most, so he couldn't hold back any longer and pushed his hands forward, sending countless swords flying out and shooting straight at Jing Zhe's chest.
The King of Jin has now concluded that Jing Zhe is doomed!
Because the number of qi swords he conjured was several times greater than the number of qi swords he temporarily created. It took a long time to condense them. If you wanted to use a true qi barrier to block them, you would have to spend even more time creating the barrier. If you didn't have enough time, the barrier wouldn't be solid enough and wouldn't be able to block the qi swords' attacks at all!
Jing Zhe must pay a heavy price for his pretentiousness!
A cold smile appeared on the corner of the Prince of Jin's mouth, and at that moment, countless swords of energy had already arrived in front of Jing Zhe.
"Go to hell!"
The Prince of Jin shouted loudly, and at the same time, he infused these swords with his true energy one last time.
However, a strange thing happened next.
Those sword strikes that should have carried the force of thunder and pierced straight through Jing Zhe's chest vanished into thin air in front of him!
And it didn't disappear instantly, but was gradually swallowed up, from the tip of the sword to the blade and then to the hilt!
What's going on?
The Prince of Jin was stunned, and the Qingyang Sect Leader behind him was equally stunned.
The two had practiced martial arts for many years and had seen all kinds of situations, but this was the first time they had ever seen anything like it. The most important question was, what kind of martial art was this, and what principles did it use?
It was as if Jing Zhe was a bottomless pit, swallowing all those sword qi directly into it!
"Prince Jin, let's give it a try together!"
This time, the King of Jin did not refuse. He nodded and they flew together towards Jing Zhe.
No matter what tricks you play, you can't keep pretending to be a god when two grandmasters are attacking, can you?
The two attacked together, but not from the same direction. One attacked from the front, and the other from the back, trying to catch Jing Zhe off guard. However, they greatly underestimated Jing Zhe's current strength.
After both of them threw their punches, Jing Zhe finally moved. He waved his hands in the air, stirring up the space in front of him and turning it into a tornado!
The next moment, Prince Jin and the Qingyang Sect Leader were sucked into the tornado and spun around in the wind.
"boom!"
With another wave of his hand, Jing Zhe caused the tornado to seem to explode on its own, disappearing from the spot. The Prince of Jin and the Qingyang Sect Leader were flung out like kites with broken strings, then crashed heavily to the ground.
His disheveled appearance showed no trace of a master.
It turns out that the Great Perfection realm is truly terrifying!
Jing Zhe thought this way, and the women behind him felt the same way.
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