Chapter 160: Fierce Battle in the Plaza
Two resounding explosions occurred almost simultaneously. Ouyang Longyuan had just blocked the raging dragon's energy with both palms when his chest felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. Before he could regain his footing, a flash of green appeared before his eyes, and Xiaoyao Lang approached like a ghost, his palm wind carrying a killing intent aimed straight at his face!
Ouyang Longyuan hurriedly raised his palm to meet the attack. The moment their palms collided, a crisp "snap" rang out. Ouyang Longyuan felt a soft yet domineering force spread along his arm, shaking his internal organs as if they had shifted! He staggered back two zhang, blood finally spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his magnificent clothes were also torn in several places by the force.
At the same time, just as the young prince was about to strike while Qiu Xia was distracted, he suddenly felt a dense palm force clinging to his body like a bone-deep infection. He raised his palm to block, and with a loud "bang," he was blasted back three zhang away! The residual force of the dragon-like energy had not yet dissipated, and it drew a beautiful arc, crashing into the Grandmaster with a whistling sound.
"Damn it!" The Grandmaster was forced to parry with his palm. The moment his palm strike collided with the internal energy, he felt his arm go numb and his movement faltered. Qiu Xia reacted swiftly, her longsword flashing like a snake, slashing across the Grandmaster's face. The Grandmaster screamed as his right little finger was severed at the root, blood splattering onto the ground! Qiu Xia pressed forward again, the blade leaving another bloody mark on his left cheek. Blood rolled down his chin, congealing into tiny droplets.
"You're courting death!" The Grandmaster was both in pain and furious. Blood wouldn't stop flowing from his severed finger. He tore off a corner of his robe to wrap the wound, and unleashed both palms simultaneously, the wind from his palms carrying a stench of blood as he rushed towards Qiu Xia. The Young Emperor's steps faltered, his red hair obscuring his eyes, and his sword strike became even more ruthless than before. He attacked Qiu Xia directly: "Let's see how many more times he can protect you!"
Just at this critical moment, a clear voice broke through the chaos: "Qiuxia, do not be alarmed!"
A white figure swept across the sky like a wild goose, somersaulting several times before landing steadily beside Qiu Xia. Xie Yunfeng drew his longsword, its blade covered in a layer of frost, and with a clang, intercepted the young emperor's sword: "Your opponent is me!"
"Thank you, Brother Xie! You've come at the perfect time!" Qiu Xia felt relieved. She turned her longsword sharply, focusing on attacking the Grandmaster's lower body. The two swords clashed, and they finally stabilized their position.
Not far away, on the side of the bridge, Ling Xueyan's fingertips unconsciously gripped the railing, her gaze never leaving Xiaoyao Lang. His green robes billowed in the air, and the setting sun accentuated the lines of his profile—handsome face, tall figure, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and slender legs…
Ling Xueyan cleared her throat, secretly thinking: Judging from today's situation, Ouyang Longyuan is likely doomed. This young man's cultivation is so profound, and he's so handsome. If only she could be with him… Thinking of this, Ling Xueyan's eyes were filled with a thousand emotions as she gazed at Xiaoyao Lang.
Ling Xueyan continued to daydream: "When the crucial moment arrives, I'll lend him a hand. He'll definitely be very fond of me then. After we eliminate Ouyang Longyuan together, Longyang City will fall under the control of my Xiyu Manor. Then I'll marry this young man, and the world… hmph… will be within my grasp!"
At the Yi family mansion, Chen Qingyun relayed a message to Yi Mingjian. "What?! Xiaoyao Lang has approached Ouyang Longyuan? Does he want to die that badly?" Yi Mingjian exclaimed, his eyes wide.
Chen Qingyun said in a deep voice, "That's not necessarily true. This Xiaoyao Lang is not what he used to be. I saw him swing his sword and cut the bowstrings of hundreds of archers! And with just a few words, he completely intimidated the thousands of Dragon City guards, who didn't even lift a finger."
Before Yi Mingjian could respond, Yi Qingxue rushed out of the room anxiously. "Uncle Chen! Is what you said true?! Is it really Brother Xiaoyao??" Her face was filled with indescribable joy.
Chen Qingyun bowed respectfully and said, "It's absolutely true! It was Xiaoyao Lang; I saw it with my own eyes."
Yi Qingxue looked overjoyed, as if she had just received a star: "Great, I knew it... he would definitely..." Before she could finish speaking, she hurriedly turned and ran to the door.
"Little sister... Little sister..." Yi Mingjian got up and called out, then hurriedly followed after her.
On the plaza, Xie Yunfeng and the young emperor were locked in combat. Xie Yunfeng thrust out his sword, the chill spreading along the bluestone paving stones, instantly forming a half-inch-thick ice shell. The young emperor's sword, however, was as swift as a ghost, a red shadow weaving through the icy mist, occasionally sending sparks flying.
After exchanging a few sword strikes with Xie Yunfeng, the young prince and Xie Yunfeng's palms clashed, each being forced back several steps. The young prince raised his left hand, which was instantly covered with a thin layer of ice, which was visibly spreading across his entire arm. He channeled his inner energy, forcibly suppressing the chill, and coldly uttered, "Frost Palm!?"
Xie Yunfeng stepped forward, raised his sword, and replied, "As you said, I also know the Frost Sword Technique!" Before he finished speaking, Xie Yunfeng suddenly exuded a chilling aura, and his sword was surrounded by a solidified, extremely cold aura. With a flicker, he once again became entangled with the young emperor.
The young prince dared not engage Xie Yunfeng in a palm strike again, and instead countered with his own incredibly fast swordsmanship. His red brows furrowed: "I'll show you what the ultimate swordsmanship is!" He blurred, leaving seven red afterimages around Xie Yunfeng. Under the cover of these afterimages, his true form pierced Xie Yunfeng's shoulder with his sword. Blood gushed out, freezing into droplets before hitting the ground and rolling far across the ice.
"Ugh," Xie Yunfeng groaned and staggered back, a chill running down his spine from the wound on his shoulder. He stared at the young emperor's ever-present swordplay, his brow furrowed: the opponent's swordsmanship was faster than anything he could imagine; if this continued, he would surely be defeated.
"Your sword is still too slow!" The young emperor raised his red eyebrows and said with great pride.
Ling Xueyan, watching from a distance, saw everything clearly and muttered to herself, "This young prince's swordsmanship is indeed remarkable; even Xie Yunfeng is no match for him." Suddenly, she slammed her fist against the platform wall, her gaze shifting to Xiaoyao Lang: "Why didn't you appear before me sooner! That way, Xie Yunfeng could have died! How could I, Ling Xueyan, share a man with someone else!" As she spoke, her gaze turned icy cold as she looked at Xie Yunfeng on the other side.
Ouyang Longyuan steadied himself, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Xiaoyao Lang with a mixture of killing intent and a hint of amazement: "His palm strike is indeed impressive, but it's a pity he still needs a bit more refinement!"
Xiaoyao Lang's lips curled slightly, and his azure true energy surged suddenly. "Is that so! Then so be it, I'll add some more heat!" With that, he raised his true energy, aided by the dragon soul within him, and a powerful, overwhelming force suddenly appeared.
The force spread outwards like a tsunami, and the thousands of soldiers on the square were forced to retreat by this force. Even the beams and pillars of the palace creaked under the weight, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.
Ouyang Longyuan's expression changed drastically: This... how is this possible?! Such strength is definitely not at the Transcendent Realm... he has already entered the Saint Realm!!! But at this age... impossible! Absolutely impossible!!
"Absolutely impossible!!" The out-of-control roar finally burst forth. Ouyang Longyuan's eyes were bloodshot, his hair and beard stood on end, and he used all his inner energy for a final desperate attempt. His feet stomped down, and the bluestone slab shattered with a crash, sinking more than a foot deep. Instantly, a fierce wind arose all around, the air currents cutting like knives, howling sharply.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
