"Heh heh, Little White Face, do you really want to kill ?" You licked the blood from the corner of your mouth, and the smile on your face seed particularly malevolent.
"Killing an ignorant mortal like you, I’d feel like I’m dirtying my sword."
Changsun Zhongkang waved his longsword and said with a disdainful tone, "I’m only using the elental energy of the most basic ’Combined Martial Realm’ to fight you. You absolutely cannot defeat , I advise you to give up on that idea. That person is definitely not soone you can touch. Let tell you, my intention wasn’t to duel you this ti, it’s the higher-ups’ will. The higher-ups don’t want you interfering in Wu Zhao’s life, otherwise you only have one path left—death!"
"The higher-ups? Heh heh heh, brother doesn’t understand this higher-ups, lower-downs, brother only knows that Wu Zhao is my woman, and nobody but can have any delusions about her." You clenched your fists, ready to make a move.
"If you want to die so badly, then I’ll grant your wish!" Changsun Zhongkang suddenly transford into a blast of sharp sword light, swiftly piercing towards you. At the sa ti, you instantly activated "Activate, Rest, Life" three doors, and your body turned into a blur that disappeared from everyone’s sight.
Changsun Zhongkang imdiately lost his target, and with his "Core Formation Realm" divine sight, he couldn’t see any trace of you!
"Bagua One Hundred and Twenty-Eight Palms!" Your voice swept in from all directions. Changsun Zhongkang couldn’t make out your figure at all; what he saw were palm strikes filling the sky!
"Third Level of Martial Arts" couldn’t produce a Protective Aura, and without the Protective Aura, Changsun Zhongkang, vulnerable as a rotten persimmon, was struck directly into the air, suffering almost devastating blows from you amidst the sky.
The spectators all around were stunned, even the self-proclaid martially strong Cheng Yaojin’s eyes widened like copper bells as he watched the flurry of palm shadows in the arena.
"I say, Old Luo, when did your second son beco so powerful?"
Luo Cheng did not answer; he stayed with his eyes half-closed, as if his son was not the one fighting fiercely in the arena.
"Swimming Dragon Bagua Palm." Wu Zhao, who had been silent until now, finally spoke, ntioning the na of your ultimate skill as soon as she opened her mouth.
"Oh? You actually recognized Luo Aiqing’s ultimate skill?" Li Shimin looked at Wu Zhao with so surprise, and not just him—all who heard her voice turned their heads toward Wu Zhao.
Indeed, Wu Zhao had long been talked about within the palace.
Wu Zhao’s face veil was always covering her face; her master once said that only when her destined one truly appeared would the veil naturally fall off. That was also why Wu Zhao had not accepted you because you had not caused her veil to fall off naturally, so it was destined that she and you were fated yet not destined.
No ordinary person could remove this veil; Li Shimin had also tried, but no matter what he could not take it off. Moreover, ordinary people couldn’t even get within half a ter of Wu Zhao—once they drew near, they would be repelled by an invisible force.
Since Wu Zhao was the daughter of Wu Shihui, Li Shimin appointed her as a secretary in his entourage, specifically responsible for recording his conversations with the ministers and his reflections.
Wu Zhao’s life in the Imperial Palace was relatively comfortable, and she had been getting along quite well with the Gaoyang Princess lately.
"Sister Wu, that Swimming Dragon Bagua Palm is really powerful, isn’t it?" Gaoyang Princess seed extrely excited now. The man of her heart not only changed drastically in appearance but his strength also exceeded imagination, sothing that would bring great joy to any woman.
"The Swimming Dragon Bagua Palm is the ultimate skill of the Immortal Wuji," Wu Zhao explained. "Not many in the world have mastered it."
Although Wu Zhao possessed no martial art skills, her mind, for so reason, was filled with vast knowledge. She could grasp the essence of anything with just one glance and then, detailed text would naturally form in her mind.
"Immortal Wuji! Does that not an that Luo Yun’s master is the venerable old man himself?"
Princess Gaoyang might not have known what exactly Immortal Wuji did, but at the very least, the word ’immortal’ in his title implied that your master must be an immortal being. Oh, how many disciples dream of taking an immortal as their ntor, spending their lives searching without a trace, yet unexpectedly, you, young lad, have stumbled upon a treasure.
"It is unlikely. Immortal Wuji wanders unpredictably, least fond of being restrained by others, and he already has six disciples. He once proclaid that he would take no more apprentices, not even exceptional talents."
"Then who is your master?"
"I do not know."
Upon hearing Wu Zhao say this, everyone beca even more intrigued by your mysterious master, and even Luo Cheng, who was listening to Wu Zhao’s recounting, narrowed his eyes slightly. He seed too lazy to explain the origins of the "Swimming Dragon Bagua Palm."
In fact, Wu Zhao had not told everything. There was sothing about you that she could never see through, and that was the Eight Gates of Heaven you practiced. Since Wu Zhao could not discern the Eight Gates of Heaven, naturally she did not know what cultivation technique you were practicing. She only sensed a very mysterious aura from you, the essence of all things, and it was this very aura that was one of the main reasons she was drawn to you.
"Bagua Spinning Void Palm!" Your final strike sent Changsun Zhongkang flying, crashing heavily onto the arena. Instantly, the surroundings erupted in fervent applause, for your attack was simply too sharp, too heart-shaking.
There was no trace of joy on your face, as you simply stood there, eying Changsun Zhongkang who appeared to have been beaten to a pulp not far away.
"Hey, stop playing dead, brother. Get up."
"Heh, I didn’t expect you to see through ." Suddenly, a multitude of white lights flashed across Changsun Zhongkang’s body, and the next mont his figure floated up, spun around in the air, and then stood there, suspended.
"What, not planning to follow the competition rules anymore?" Soaring, this advanced spell, could only be learned by those who cultivated. Changsun Zhongkang’s actions clearly indicated he had no desire to continue in this manner.
"There’s no helping it. I did not expect that you’d have mastered such divine skills. Even my ntor ntioned the Swimming Dragon Bagua Palm, saying that up close, it is peerless. For to fight you with just the power of the Martial Path Realm would be a waste of ti; not only would I be unable to defeat you, but there’s also a high possibility of turning the tide against ."
Changsun Zhongkang slowly opened his hands, and the Treasured Sword, which was stuck in the ground, suddenly flew in front of him and stayed suspended, scattering blinding white light just like him.
"Despicable, you dare to use the Sword Control Technique!"
At that mont, Luo Xin stood up sharply, yet his body was restrained by a force. Involuntarily, he glanced towards the distant Luo Cheng, who responded with a slight shake of his head. Trusting his father, Luo Xin sat down angrily, itching to stride forward and split Changsun Zhongkang in two with a palm strike.
In truth, Luo Cheng had also been on the verge of losing his composure. It was at the crucial mont when you communicated to Luo Cheng, telling them to simply observe, as you were confident that you could defeat Changsun Zhongkang.
"Luo Yun, die! Decisive Sword Rain!"
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