"What exactly is this Demon Spawn?" The eldest Prince was imdiately supported by the surrounding soldiers. His injuries weren't severe, but his pride had suffered a trendous blow.
Among the many children of Holy Lord Qi Moxing of the Sacred Gold Dynasty, aside from Qi Xiu who possessed two Spirit Veins, Qi Feng was the most naturally gifted. His Spirit Vein was not only gold-attribute but also of high quality.
He originally thought that after getting rid of Qi Xiu, no one in the entire Sacred Gold Dynasty could compare to him. But today, Zhang nglong taught him a harsh lesson, showing him what it ans to have soone better beyond every person and higher skies beyond every mountain.
Zhang nglong was rely at the True Martial Eighth Grade, yet he effortlessly defeated him, who possessed Half-Step Sky-Breaking Realm abilities! His strength was already considered very formidable among Martial Artists of the Half-Step Sky-Breaking Realm.
He couldn't accept this reality, nor was he willing to resign himself to it!
"What are you looking at? Never seen a handso guy? Eyes so wide like saucers, you want to kill
or what?" Zhang nglong taunted the eldest Prince, "If you're not satisfied, co and fight !"
The eldest Prince's face turned red with rage, but he clearly understood the vast disparity in strength between the two. He wasn't Zhang nglong's match. He bit his lip and slowly reached inside his pants.
"Is no one stopping ? Then I'm going to rescue people," Zhang nglong muttered as he walked forward, "This is my first ti growing up witnessing a rescue being obstructed. Really, anything can happen. Unbelievable."
"Xing Wuji, what are you doing? Are you really going to let soone of unknown background approach Father like this?" Prince Qi Feng shouted loudly.
It seed as if his shout was heard. Suddenly, a sword emitting cold rays shot out from the depths of the palace, slicing through the sky in an arc before it deeply embedded into the steps where Zhang nglong stood.
A mont later, a hooded figure in a white robe descended from above, landing on one foot atop the sword hilt.
His aura was like a sharp unsheathed blade, though his face was concealed by the hood, leaving no one able to see his appearance clearly.
"Brother Zhang, be careful. He is Xing Wuji, Father's personal guard, and the only son of our late general. He is already a Martial Artist of the Heaven-breaking First Realm!" You Ruo shouted again.
For this unruly and spoiled Princess, Xing Wuji was also very helpless. Had it been anyone else, they'd probably have been beheaded by now, but with the Princess, he didn't have the courage to act.
"You cannot proceed further!" Xing Wuji said to Zhang nglong.
"I know, I intend to rescue your boss," Zhang nglong said calmly, "Perhaps due to your obstruction, your Holy Lord might lose his chance of survival."
Xing Wuji hesitated for a mont, seemingly pondering the credibility of Zhang nglong's words, "Are you really the Demon Spawn?"
"More or less," Zhang nglong replied.
"In Master Bai's prophecy, you would overturn the entire dynasty. Why would you rescue the Holy Lord?"
"A man's promise, you wouldn't understand," Zhang nglong said, "I found Qi Xiu agreeable and wanted to lend him a hand. Is that so strange?"
"Everyone, look!" Qi Xiu suddenly ran to the front of the crowd and directly released his True Martial Seventh Grade aura.
"True Martial Seventh Grade? Didn't Seventh Prince's Spirit Vein already get destroyed?"
"Has his body recovered?"
"How is this possible? Even Master Han could do nothing about his condition. How was he healed?"
"Don't you feel Seventh Prince's Mystic Qi has beco different? Although hard to describe, it seems much stronger than ordinary Mystic Qi."
Qi Xiu's Spirit Vein destruction was widely known in the Imperial City. Almost everyone assud he'd never beco a Martial Artist again, even the Holy Lord had almost given up on him, yet now he seed reborn.
"My body's recovery was thanks to Brother Zhang! You call him Demon Spawn, but he actually helped !"
"Him?"
"No wonder he's so close to the Seventh Prince."
"If he could heal the Seventh Prince's body, could he really heal the Holy Lord too?"
Many began to waver at this mont.
"Did you really heal the Seventh Prince's body?" Xing Wuji couldn't help but ask.
"Believe or don't!" Zhang nglong displayed a nonchalant attitude, as if their belief ant nothing to him. He didn't receive any compensation anyway.
"Since that's the case, then..."
"Enough, nonsense!" Qi Feng could no longer bear it, "Even if he cured Elder Qi, who can guarantee he's not pretending to deceive Old Seven's trust and then find an opportunity to approach the Father Emperor? Don't you think the timing of the Demon Spawn's appearance and the Father Emperor's insect infestation is too coincidental?"
With that said, everyone found it convincing.
"Xing Wuji, I order you, as the eldest Prince, to imdiately apprehend this Demon Spawn!" Qi Feng finally withdrew the hand he'd kept in his pocket for so long, holding a golden token adorned with the Sacred Gold Dynasty's totem.
"The Emperor's Order!"
This represented imperial authority and only the heir apparent was qualified to possess it.
Qi Feng had already obtained this token! That ant Qi Feng was chosen as Qi Moxing's successor!
Everyone's expressions changed upon seeing the token, apart from Qi Feng who revealed a smug expression.
Ever since Qi Xiu left the Imperial City, compared to his other insignificant brothers, Qi Feng beca the only formidable contender. Not long ago, Qi Moxing secretly summoned him to his residence and handed him this token.
However, as long as the Holy Lord remained alive, he would only be an heir. Considering a Martial Artist in the Heaven-breaking Realm could easily live for two thousand years, Qi Moxing was rely two to three hundred years old now. Who knew when he'd abdicate? How would Qi Moxing ever have thought his eldest son was the one plotting against him!
"What? My words don't hold weight?" Qi Feng stared at Xing Wuji.
"As you command!" Xing Wuji had to unconditionally comply with the token holder's orders, even if it was a mistake. His task was execution!
"I'm sorry, but imperial orders cannot be defied!"
Another sword appeared in Xing Wuji's hand, resembling a viper, directed at Zhang nglong's heart. This sword carried mighty Mystic Qi, accompanied by a sharp tearing sound through the air. Several fierce Sword Qi promptly locked onto Zhang nglong's body.
"Ah!" Zhang nglong sighed, as a sword appeared in his hand simultaneously, the hilt inscribed with the words "Rainbow". It was a level nine Martial Weapon forged based on the "Rainbow Sword" model!
"Dugu Nine Swords, Sword-breaking Style!" His Swordsmanship bore no superficial airs, rely a casual thrust forward.
"What?" A trace of shock flickered in Xing Wuji's eyes. Zhang nglong's Mystic Qi cultivation was indeed strong, but not threatening in his eyes. Nevertheless, Zhang nglong imdiately found the sole flaw in his Sword Dao style!
This was a Ninth Grade Swordsmanship! A Heaven-breaking Realm Martial Artist using it was expected, yet a True Martial Eighth Grade Martial Artist discovered the flaw. To put it harshly, it was an embarrassnt!
However, the vast difference in Mystic Qi only caused Xing Wuji's sword to pause, while Zhang nglong's Sword-breaking Style couldn't harm him.
"What Swordsmanship is this?" Xing Wuji asked, surprisingly sensing a Return to the Basics strength in this sword, and rely witnessing the strike granted him enlightennt in his own Sword Dao.
"It's not really Swordsmanship," Zhang nglong replied, "If you must label it, it's Basic Sword Technique."
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