Hearing Willow Ancestor’s words, Xu Zimo smiled. “Just wait. The chance will co, and soon.”
He looked up at the sky. Xiao An’an had gradually adapted to the pressure from the two of them and was now moving with more and more ease.
So people were simply born to grow in combat. The more they fight, the stronger they beco. Xiao An’an was one of those people. Before this, with her True Martial Sword Physique incomplete, she rarely fought at all. Naturally, the cultivators of the True Martial Sacred Ground never noticed the brilliance hidden in her.
But now that her Sword Physique was complete, her strength and experience were advancing at breakneck speed.
Xu Zimo shouted, “You’ve stalled long enough. If you want to hone battle experience, there’ll be plenty of opportunities later. As I recall, the True Martial Sword cos with its own set of blade techniques. Let see how much you’ve grasped.”
Hearing this, Xiao An’an nodded heavily. She raised the True Martial Sword before her, its edge separating her from everyone else, then stepped back to widen the distance.
“Kill her!” the Dragon and Tiger Generals roared at the sa ti.
They held nothing back. Their bodies transford, one into a dragon, the other into a tiger. A black dragon and a white tiger shot toward the heavens, demonic energy surging as their massive forms circled the sky. Born as demon beasts, fighting in their true bodies was what suited them most.
Both beasts roared, their monstrous might shaking the air as they charged at Xiao An’an.
But Xiao An’an remained calm and slowly closed her eyes.
“One Blade Heavens-Fall,” she whispered.
The True Martial Sword erupted with a fierce blade intent, pitch-black, boundless, seemingly able to slice through anything.
The two massive beasts lunged, claws extended, just as Xiao An’an’s eyes snapped open. In that instant, blade intent burst from her gaze.
A thunderous boom followed. The beasts’ claws were severed on the spot, their screams overlapping.
“One Blade Heavens-Fall!”
Xiao An’an gripped the True Martial Sword, spun in a sweeping arc, and cleaved downward. For that mont, the blade beca the axis of the world. Every gaze was drawn to that single strike.
Heaven and earth dimd. One blade split the world, so heavy it seed it could drag the sky itself down.
A mushroom cloud exploded in the heavens. Many instinctively covered their ears.
When the shockwaves finally faded and the sky cleared, the two beasts were already plumting toward the earth, dead beyond any doubt.
Inside the imperial palace of the Ancient Dragon God-Empire, the Paragon Dragon Sovereign sat at the highest seat. Before him, the Sky-Reflecting Mirror displayed the scene at the city gates.
The ministers were stunned. The Dragon and Tiger Generals were the strongest in the nation aside from the National Preceptor. How could they be defeated, killed, so easily?
But the Paragon Dragon Sovereign remained calm. He looked toward an elderly man seated to his left. Unlike the others, who stood on either side of the hall, this man had his own chair, one of a kind in the entire palace.
No one resented it. He was the strongest in the Ancient Dragon God-Empire, the National Preceptor, Situ Zhaixing. The nation’s current might was largely his achievent, and his personal power was enough to silence all doubt.
“What does the National Preceptor think?” the Paragon Dragon Sovereign asked.
Situ Zhaixing had been sitting with eyes closed, as though dozing. At the question, he slowly opened them. “The Dragon and Tiger Generals won’t die so easily.”
He stood up. “But I’ll go take a look. The True Martial Sacred Ground clearly ca prepared. And I wonder if my old friend is among them.”
With that, Situ Zhaixing stepped forward. His figure blurred, vanishing as he walked into the air itself. So said he was at the peak of the God ridian Realm. Others claid he had already stepped into the Grand Emperor Realm. None of it had ever been confird.
Seeing him depart, many in the hall finally exhaled. The National Preceptor was their stabilizing pillar. If he stepped in, there was nothing he couldn’t handle.
Back at the city walls of Dragon City, Zhao Zhoutian was still watching the battle in the sky. “The True Martial Sword and the True Martial Sword Technique,” he sighed. “Such plain nas, yet once feared across the world. Hard not to feel nostalgic.”
“Second Grandpa, you must have t the True Martial Saint Sovereign?” Zhao Danyang asked.
“I t him. To be precise, I only had the right to grovel and look up at him,” Zhao Zhoutian said, shaking his head. “All old stories now. No need to revisit them. Let’s just watch. Those two can’t beat that girl. The National Preceptor should be arriving soon.”
“Second Grandpa, who’s stronger, you or the National Preceptor?” Zhao Danyang asked.
“Everyone here in the Ancient Dragon God-Empire keeps praising him.”
“Situ Zhaixing’s strength isn’t what makes him formidable,” Zhao Zhoutian said. “His real power lies in how he handles matters. The Ancient Dragon God-Empire used to be only upper-mid among the divine nations. After he beca National Preceptor, he expanded the borders and built ties with the major clans. He wins people over. As for his raw strength, among true cultivators, he’s actually fairly average.”
The group nodded. From that description, he was clearly a strategist, a man skilled in both civil and martial matters, but stronger in the forr.
Under the sky, as the dragon and tiger bodies fell, everyone assud the two generals were dead. Yet their corpses began to fuse mid-air. Dragon roars and tiger howls echoed as demonic energy condensed into a sphere, wrapping their bodies.
Monts later, a massive claw tore through the sphere, a dragon’s claw. Then the creature appeared fully: two heads, one dragon and one tiger, its aura overwhelming, its body draconic with tiger limbs. A bizarre and terrifying sight.
“What is that?” soone asked.
“So kind of fusion secret art, I guess. Looks powerful.”
As people murmured, the monster roared. At the sa ti, Situ Zhaixing tore through the void and stepped into the battlefield.
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