This Gao Yi’s fighting style requires no elaboration; he is the typical Martial Cultivator from the Border Town Military. His moves are broad and sweeping, crisp and ruthless, devoid of emotion. With a raise of his hand, he transforms his palm into a blade, performing a kasaya horizontal slash with a whooshing sound, his Qi Blade imposing!
However, that Lei Biao, whose name carries electricity and dresses in purple, is actually a grass cultivator, yes, a Qi Refiner of the Purple Mist Dao. When the Sword Qi approaches, he opens his mouth and sprays a thick Purple Mist Qi Wall to block it, his True Qi solid and evidently not from any enhancement pills.
At the same time, the Mage pinches a spell and slaps his hand, releasing dozens of talismans that sweep in like falling leaves, transforming into a paper dragon with claws and fangs, attacking the Samurai from Genzhou, forcing him to dodge left and right, maneuvering between the pillars.
This first move is followed by another, as Lei Biao murmurs an incantation, casually casting it, causing eight golden chrysanthemums to sprout on the Mei Hua Pillars around him. The metallic petals shoot out in all directions like blades, clanging and tearing apart Gao Yi’s clothes.
Well, with all that clanging, any soldier would have practiced the Golden Bell Shield or Iron Cloth technique. Gao Yi’s bronzed muscles are also refined to be as hard as steel, impervious to sharp blades and weapons.
Both sides tested each other out with a small move, finding the opponent to conform to stereotypes without any tricky maneuvers. The two seemed to understand one another and simultaneously decided to intensify their attacks.
"Ha! Gang Fist Fourteen!"
"Thousands of branches and leaves fall, myriad blooming flowers fly and dance!"
Gao Yi needed no further explanation. It was a Gang Fist Charged Critical Strike, doubling the size of his pectoral muscles, swelling them, roaring, "Smash to dust!" One strike shattered the talisman dragon, completely ignoring the surrounding chrysanthemum blades, and lunged forward with a punch!
Lei Biao remained calm, pulling out some seeds, stuffing them into his mouth. Instantly, Dao Breath overflowed from his mouth and nose, causing his Purple Mist True Qi to surge!
His exposed skin hardened like tree bark, and the foot standing on one leg was filled with True Qi, becoming one with the wooden pillar beneath. From his sleeve extended dense branch-like vines, sweeping across like squid tentacles!
Gao Yi was also overconfident, neither dodging nor evading, wanting to use the might of his arm muscles to recklessly charge forward! Head-on, he aimed to smash through Lei Biao’s body!
Unexpectedly, Lei Biao’s tentacles were also extraordinarily thick and powerful! Gao Yi embraced the thick, dark tentacle, pulling and tearing, yet incapable of breaking it! He was instead entangled at the waist, bound to the pillar, as another tentacle whipped wildly, relentlessly lashing his hard and shiny muscle like iron!
"Slap!" "Urgh!"
The two were well-matched opponents, each strike landing on flesh! Their muscles quivered with each hit! In a fierce contest of strength, they both ended up sweating profusely, roaring thunderously!
As a result, the men and women, young and old, watching the spectacle had their mouths wide open, blushing red with excitement, greatly enlightened by what they saw.
What on earth is this...
Tie Dan frowned as he watched.
Gao Yi still seemed normal. He recognized the military Gang Fist routine, and when fired up, fighting like mad was customary, stripping off armor and indulging in a furious brawl. No techniques or tricky maneuvers were needed, just raw power to crush everything, ripping and tearing apart.
But the methods of the Eight Banners Qingyang Palace were something he had never seen before.
What is this? Transforming into a tree person? How did tentacles come out? Blood vessels? Is it a unique cultivation technique of the local Kun Country? Or did the grass seeds he ate earlier have some magical effect?
Though aware that many sects had secret Qi Gong practices, such direct body transformation techniques were indeed rare, resembling demons in some aspects...
From afar, Tie Dan couldn’t make out the details, but he had heard from his senior brother that the cultivators of the Eight Banners Qingyang Palace inherited from the Ancient Cultivators who followed the Immortal Palace army, waging war against the Kun Land demon and barbarian tribes long ago. They naturally practiced Left Dao, unrelated to Mystic Sect, and given their geographical isolation from the Central Plains, they had more exchanges with the witchcraft and magic of the Kunlun, Southern Barbarians, and San Miao areas, developing various messy techniques, which might be understandable...
"Make way, make way! Give way, everyone! The Prince has arrived!"
How is that guy here again...
Hearing the commotion behind him, Tie Dan glanced sideways... Hmm? Is it that person from before?
Well, upon closer inspection, it’s indeed the Prince of Kun Country, with that same fat face, but he has changed his style this time.
Yes, indeed,
Golden armor reflecting sunlight, battle robe fluttering in the wind, sword-like eyebrows crossing like peaks, eyes as sharp as frost.
Equipped with Ming Guang Armor, mounted on an iron horse, the helmet’s plume redder than blood, showcasing mighty courage.
Indeed, a person is judged by the attire and a horse by its saddle. Changing his skin gives him quite a presence that looks like a person, but the Imperial Family’s foundation is not lacking either. Each has broad shoulders and thick waists, bold brows and big eyes, even appearing slightly obese yet still looking like a dignified figure...
This time, the Prince was accompanied by many people, with ceremonial guards at the front opening the way, iron cavalry guarding at the back, and trusted aides following by his side, at least over a hundred attendants, including experts of the Golden Core Dominator Body, with Elder Wei naturally in tow, his right hand injured and bandaged, stern-faced, mingling among them.
But to be honest, this security lineup was slightly inferior to Dui Country’s, with only Elder Wei qualifying as a notable expert, and lacking many eagle dogs or Divine Beasts accompanying him, probably thinking having Nascent Soul guardians suffices, or Kun Country lacks the secret knowledge of Beast Taming Technique.
Yet having just suffered an assassination attempt, with the crown shattered by a sword blow, he dares to dress splendidly and flaunt himself again, unknown whether this Prince is truly bold and brave or simply innately foolish...
"Ahem!"
The Prince cleared his throat, and the henchman immediately understood, loudly proclaiming,
The Prince comes to participate in the martial arts contest for marriage! Idle people avoid! Please have Third Lady Shen come out for a meeting!
Great! A Vassal Prince participates in a martial arts contest for marriage? Pursuing a widow wanted by the Three Constellations? Let’s not mention if the widow has any objections; doesn’t your father have any? Are we just fooling around??
Regardless, with the Prince coming out to meddle, the two still fiercely contending on the Mei Hua Pillars had to reluctantly cease their fight. After all, not everyone dared to draw their sword against someone of higher status.
Tie Dan was also disappointed. He originally intended to join the fun and engage in some fights. Of course, he wasn’t interested in courting any charming widow, just wanted to kill some people to hone his sword, but with these troublesome folks arriving, he had to abandon the idea.
As he turned to leave, suddenly a gasp arose from the crowd. It turned out that the main character, Third Lady Shen, had finally appeared.
The Shen Family’s Third Lady of the Hidden Sword Manor, Shen Xiaorong, dressed in mourning attire, wearing hemp clothes with her hair bound in a mourning bun, with a solemn appearance. A thin veil covered her face, indistinct yet revealing her eyebrows, proving the saying, "As delicate as a winter plum blossoming in snow, as pure as autumn orchid burdened with frost."
At a glance of her appearance, resembling a grown-up version of that mad woman, Tie Dan also realized she must be a genuine member of the Shen Family.
However, the Jianghu widely spread that the Shen Family were inheritors of the Sword Sect, but her cultivation seemed ordinary; although she practiced Qi and Body Cultivation and was at the Golden Core Realm, her power appeared just like a few days earlier when we robbed those fruits and killed some people, similar in level, likely learning the Ziwei Constellation path like Eight Miss, without inheriting the true teachings of Nine Yin Mountain. Relying on Qingshuang’s advantage, she could probably be defeated within three moves.
Nonetheless, the pair of Female Male Couple Swords in her hand caught attention, the Mandarin Duck Sword being three feet seven, while the Yang Sword three feet four, with a shining weapon blade and twinkling sword stars, indeed rare Divine Weapons, crafted from Meteorite Iron with Divine Gang Gold Spirit gleaming like brilliant stars, making Tie Dan’s eyes pop.
Tie Dan, "Hiss..."
The Prince and others, "Ohhh..."
The entire audience was captivated for three seconds, and Third Lady Shen sighed quietly, clasping her fists, loudly declaring,
"Thank you all for your favor, but the rumors in the marketplace are mostly wrong. Third Lady is in mourning, with the mourning period not over; how can there be any question of marriage.
Today, Third Lady is merely here by a benefactor’s request to defend the platform for a sworn sister, helping her find a talented husband for lifelong reliance..."
"What are you mourning for, can you hold out!"
"Marry them all together!"
"Hahaha!"
Someone shouted from the crowd, causing everyone to burst out laughing.
Third Lady Shen had probably faced such situations often, remaining unperturbed, coldly staring at the crowd, falling silent.
The Prince immediately jumped forward,
"Bastard! Who is this lowlife teasing the Lady! Elder Wei! Tear out his mouth!"
"Yes."
Elder Wei swiftly turned into a shadow, diving into the crowd. In no time, there were screams of agony, and two torn chins were flung in front of the platform, bloodied beyond recognition.
The crowd fell silent.
The Prince, satisfied, adjusted his armor, rode forward, and courteously spoke,
"Greetings to the Lady, I am Zhao Dang, the Prince of Kun Land, long-admiring the Lady’s renowned name, prepared with light wine, willing to..."
"Renowned for what? In the books?"
Who would’ve thought someone would still dare to speak up!?
The Prince was furious,
"Elder Wei!"
"...Yes."
Elder Wei was speechless and thus used sound to locate the speaker, pouncing towards the figure, raising a hand to grab...
"Argh!"
Elder Wei cried out in agony!
Unexpectedly! His single-handed grab for the head landed straight onto the long-prepared sword blade!
In an instant, five fingers were severed by the treasure sword’s divine edge! Truly hair-piercing! Iron-slicing as if it were mud!
Indeed! It was Tie Dan who spoke! Unprepared and caught off-guard, the Divine Gang Sword Edge was waiting right there!
"Kill!"
"Aargh!"
Kill, kill, kill!
Blood Breath erupted!
The sword in hand, shadow sword, sword in the belly!
Three swords strike together!
One sword pierced the heart, one sword punctured the lung, one sword went through the head!
Pitiful was the exalted Nascent Soul! The Guardian Martial Cultivator! Too careless for a moment!
Fell victim to an assassination of the sword! Killed in a narrow alley!

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