Chapter 159: Nervous, Nervous
It turned out that the sword strike had severed all the bowstrings in the hands of the archers!
With a flick of his wrist, Xiaoyao Lang's longsword slid back into its sheath with a "sizzle." All eyes turned to him once more, and he proclaimed in a loud voice, "If I had wanted to take your lives just now, I would have only needed to add a little more energy to my sword, and you would all be decapitated by now."
“…Yes…” “He can definitely do it!…” “…What amazing swordsmanship…” The soldiers whispered among themselves again.
But Xiaoyao Lang's heroic voice did not stop: "I did not want to kill, but if you insist on being my enemies, then let's fight to the death today!" After saying that, he tightened the belt around his waist and strode towards the palace, ready to meet this fierce battle.
"Where did this brat come from, daring to spout such arrogant words! Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?!" Before the cold rebuke could finish, a gray figure shot out like an arrow, landing a few feet in front of Xiaoyao Lang, causing a surge of energy! The newcomer was none other than a Grandmaster!
Qiu Xia's eyes sharpened, and she floated like smoke to Xiaoyao Lang's side, whispering, "I'll deal with this guy! I've pretty much figured out his moves." Before Xiaoyao Lang could even respond, a clear and melodious sword cry rang out, and the cold light of her sword flashed, transforming into a deadly streak of light, swiftly piercing the Grandmaster's throat!
The Grandmaster's goose-shaped fan remained perfectly still. With a soft "whoosh," he flicked it, his energy as smooth and dense as silk, deflecting the deadly sword tip a foot away. His face was full of provocation: "Last time you managed to escape by luck, and today you've come to die again. You truly don't know how far the road to the Yellow Springs is!"
"Enough with the nonsense, I'll take your life today!" Qiu Xia roared, her figure blurring in an instant, like a will-o'-the-wisp flickering in the dark. One moment she was three zhang away, the next, the chilling tip of her sword, like a venomous snake's tongue, was aimed at the Grandmaster's brow!
The goose fan swung again, creating a strong wind. The edge of the fan ribs precisely blocked the sword blade, producing a crisp "clang" sound! "Arrogant!" The Grandmaster sneered, his left hand curling into a golden hook, containing a powerful Vajra Finger Force capable of piercing through metal and stone. It whistled through the air and pierced straight into Qiu Xia's heart!
Two figures, one in green and one in gray, instantly clashed, creating a fierce gust of wind. Gushing fans unfurled, releasing bursts of energy; longswords flashed, scattering cold stars; and the Vajra Finger technique followed like a shadow. The two separated and reunited in an instant, sometimes leaping onto the roof like dragonflies skimming the water, sometimes darting behind pillars like ghosts, their figures swirling and intertwining, a dazzling spectacle.
Seeing that the two were evenly matched, Xiaoyao Lang fixed his gaze on the depths of the palace and continued onward. Suddenly, a grand poetic hymn resounded:
Raise the vast waves, let the mountains and rivers surge, and welcome the roar from all directions.
War rages, swords and spears are hidden, honor my Brahma Emperor!
Before the poem's proclamation had even faded, two phantom figures shot out from the palace like sharp arrows, suddenly blocking Xiaoyao Lang's path.
The newcomers were Ouyang Longyuan and the young emperor. Xiaoyao Lang sensed that the two had profound and extraordinary auras. His gaze suddenly locked onto the older man: "You are Ouyang Longyuan?" His tone was as calm as still water, but his whole body was filled with murderous intent, and the belt around his waist kept fluttering in the air with the force of the wind he emitted.
Ouyang Longyuan glanced at Xiaoyao Lang and snorted, "That sound transmission technique you used just now was it?! Your internal strength is not bad!"
Xiaoyao Lang coldly replied, "That was only a third of my strength. Today I'll let you see for yourself." With that, he unleashed a powerful palm strike with a force like a giant dragon, hurtling towards Ouyang Longyuan.
Ouyang Longyuan stood still, his hands rapidly circling in front of him before he suddenly pushed out, sending a round burst of energy colliding with Xiaoyao Lang's palm strike. A deafening boom followed, the shockwave exploding outwards, sending nearby soldiers tumbling about.
Before the echo of the explosion had faded, a cold light had already arrived! The young emperor's sword was as fast as lightning, instantly piercing towards Xiaoyao Lang's face! Xiaoyao Lang's eyes narrowed, and the blue dragon soul within his body suddenly activated. A crystal-clear ice sword instantly condensed in his right hand. With a swift twist of his wrist, the ice crystal sword deflected the opponent's killing move!
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Three crisp sounds rang out in quick succession; the two figures clashed, exchanging three blows in the blink of an eye. As they separated, the young prince's brow furrowed, a strand of his red hair slowly drifting down into the air. He thought to himself: This man's swordsmanship is incredibly fast! That last strike almost slit my throat…
Seeing that the young emperor had retreated three steps, his hair falling and revealing his weakness, Ouyang Longyuan immediately said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, step back! This boy's cultivation has reached the pinnacle, you are no match for him. Let me fight him!" Before he finished speaking, he moved both palms at the same time, and the surrounding airflow suddenly reversed. The sand and dust were all drawn by the invisible force and condensed into a disc of qi about ten feet in size in his palm. The sound of the qi rolling was "whoosh whoosh boom boom".
"Ignorant brat, prepare to die!" he roared, his qi disc crashing down like a mountain collapsing and shattering rocks, accompanied by a cloud of dust as it repeatedly slammed into Xiaoyao Lang. The first strike grazed Xiaoyao Lang's shoulder, exploding with a loud "bang," shattering the stone railing ten feet behind him into pieces! When the second strike landed, the bluestone slabs were smashed as if by a giant hammer, sending sand and gravel flying and creating a crater.
Xiaoyao Lang lightly touched the flying stone fragments with his toes, his figure as graceful as a willow catkin, dodging two heavy blows before sneering: "Isn't it just palm techniques? I know them too!!"
Before the words were even finished, his palms suddenly came together and thrust out, their immense power amplified by the Dragon Soul True Qi, making them seem like a real dragon in action. With tremendous force, they crashed into the third layer of Qi, creating a deafening boom as the energy shot out in all directions, even destroying distant flowers, plants, and trees.
Upon seeing this, the young emperor's heart sank: This person's cultivation is not bad, I'm afraid my godfather may not be his match. If I can capture that woman... His gaze suddenly locked onto Qiu Xia, and he shouted sharply: "Grandmaster, I'm here to help you!" He stomped his foot hard on the bluestone slab, and his figure transformed into a swift shadow. His maple-red longsword brought out a dazzling red light, and the blade pierced straight into Qiu Xia's back.
"Not good!" Qiu Xia was locked in a crucial exchange with the Grandmaster when she heard a whooshing sound behind her. In a panic, she parried with her sword. With a sharp clang, the impact left her hands numb, and her sword nearly slipped from her grasp. The Grandmaster seized the opportunity to close in, his goose-fan unfurling with a "whoosh," the edges of the fan ribs gleaming with a bluish light, transforming into a short blade that thrust straight at her side: "Now let's see where you can escape to!"
Qiu Xia twisted her body to avoid the fan blade, but saw that the young emperor's second sword was already like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, heading straight for her throat! In front of her, the Grandmaster's Mighty Vajra Palm came with a force that split the wind, and behind her, the young emperor's swift sword was about to seal her throat. The two killing intents locked onto her vital points like iron clamps.
"Don't even think about hurting her!" Xiaoyao Lang roared like thunder, his figure suddenly leaping more than ten feet into the air, his robes fluttering in the breeze. "The spring breeze of ten miles is about to burst forth, overturning rivers and seas!"
As the long chant ended, the moment the two palms struck out, the azure true energy transformed into two giant dragons. The dragon on the left palm had ferocious scales and claws, and crashed into Ouyang Longyuan with the force of a monstrous wave; the dragon on the right palm was winding and agile, combining strength and gentleness, and actually bypassed Qiu Xia's side, and attacked the Grandmaster and the young emperor with force!
"Boom... Crash!"
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