“Su Qianqian, put down the sword!”
Zhao Xidong’s scolding seed rather useless to the crowd.
That was because Su Qianqian didn’t even bother listening to him after knowing that they were on the sa side. She simply called in a subdued tone, “Sister Rao.”
Rao Yinyin knew what that ant. Su Qianqian was about to make a move, and she looked at Zhao Xidong.
“Enforcer Zhao...”
An alluring, srizing voice sounded directly in Zhao Xidong’s ears, and for so reason, he was compelled to turn around and look at the woman in the red dress.
The very mont their eyes t, Zhao Xidong only felt a rumbling in his mind, and soft, pinkish colors blossod, making everything look misty.
His expression turned strange in that very instant, and he looked seemingly content yet shy.
Eventually, he couldn’t help but lunge forward, but only grabbed thin air. He then slumped to the ground, looking very drunk.
“So huge.”
Zhou Tianshen, who was watching from behind, was completely stunned. “What kind of demonic art is this?” he thought.
That woman in the red dress had only glanced at him, and he just slumped to the ground just like that?
That was an enforcer, man!
From what he could tell, the enforcers from the Spiritual Law Division were at least powerful enough to serve as referees in the Wind and Cloud Contest.
Zhou Tianshen on the other hand...
Was rely soone among the 32 strongest.
That comparison made the differences between them glaringly obvious, yet one such powerful law enforcer had just dropped to the ground from one look in the eye.
A spectator off to the side who was eating baked seeds, looked on with envy and quipped, “Well, that really is Sister Rao’s ‘sric Art’ for you, sothing capable of taking on any man.”
“I heard that it’s a paradise in that illusion. D*mn, I wonder if I’ll ever get the chance to experience that...”
“You?” The one who was biting on the seeds sounded sarcastic and pointed at his bench. “You’re only fit for daydreaming on a bench!”
“At least I dare to dream. That’s more than what you can do.”
“Hehe, dream? What’s the use daydreaming? If you dare...”
Rao Yinyin turned around all of a sudden, causing the two of them to gasp in fright.
Zhou Tianshen looked elsewhere, seemingly saying that none of that had anything to do with him.
Back in the battle.
As soon as Zhao Xidong dropped to the ground, Su Qianqian started dragging her massive sword along the ground, kicking up sparks, as she charged at Zhang Xinxiong.
“She’s actually doing it?” Everyone was stunned.
The crowd had initially thought she was just putting up a show, not expecting her to actually make good on her word.
Zhang Xinxiong drew a thick, long, black iron stick from his ring and lightly tapped it on the ground, causing the ground to imdiately crack.
He deed that if Su Qianqian dared to actually attack him, then he would have nothing to fear.
There was a law enforcer present, and he was on the defensive in the first place, which ant that he was always the one with the advantage.
As for that girl’s powers...
“You’ve got to be kidding ,” he thought. “While she is indeed one of the 33 in the Inner Yard, that girl’s only been there for like a year or two, right?
“Does she really think she can take a veteran of five to six years like on?:
Zhang Xinxiong was very tall—nine feet in height—and extraordinarily dashing.
Su Qianqian only reached up to his midsection, yet the girl leapt to a height of well over three ters when she was getting near.
As soon as that snow-white massive sword was lifted up, terrifying sword will was brought to bear as it ca crashing down on him.
Zhang Xinxiong was imdiately stunned.
The way he saw it, that white, massive sword was like a giant tombstone blocking out the sky as it ca down on him.
A shuddering cold crept into his soul, and boundless fear washed over him. The tombstone got increasingly closer, and there was no running away.
“Sothing is wrong with the sword...”
He dared to say that Su Qianqian was definitely incapable of bringing such powerful swordplay to bear on him.
The only thing about her that was making him feel so much pressure was definitely that white, massive sword she was holding in her hand.
So that sword was an heirloom in the Su family, then?
The 21st among the fad swords.
Epitaph of City Snow.
“Open.” Zhang Xinxiong’s expression was one of weariness, and a bit of bloody light seeped over the black staff. The length of the staff grew exponentially and beca as thick as a tree trunk.
Given that there was no evading it, he would simply take the attack head-on. Zhang Xinxiong’s forte was sheer power, which ant that he wasn’t about to lose to one such fad sword.
The massive sword ca crashing down while that black iron trunk stood in its way.
A deafening rumble echoed.
The few who were involved in the fight were all fine. It was the surrounding crowd that was sent flying instead.
Zhou Tianshen was completely stunned. Despite being in midair, his gaze was still fixed on the two who were going at it.
The girl in white bringing the sword down looked frail, yet Zhang Xinxiong, who’d just blocked the attack, looked sinister instead.
“Hah!” Su Qianqian gritted her teeth as she bore down on him with her sword.
Boom!
The ground exploded, and a crater appeared. Zhang Xinxiong, however...
Was still seen standing in the middle of the crater.
“It’s still too early for you to compete with in terms of strength.”
Zhang Xinxiong took a sarcastic jab at her, and then intended to make his next move. Su Qianqian, who was right above him, however, wasn’t going to give him the chance. A shout was then heard.
“Heavy Tomb!”
Yet another entity ca crashing down from the sky, which was then infused into that white, massive blade.
To Zhang Xinxiong, it looked like yet another tombstone was coming crashing down on him.
Who the h*ll could take this?
He was unable to react before the heavy force of those two tombstones caused his arms to be dislocated.
Booooom!
The ones involved in the fight quickly retreated, and that crater on the ground spread even further.
As soon as Zhou Tianshen dropped to the ground, yet another rumbling energy washed over them, but he wasn’t sent flying this ti, as he’d been prepared for it.
“So impact indeed!”
His fighting spirit was high, and he felt his blood boil. He then grabbed the golden domineering blade on his back, feeling that the blade was getting as excited as he was.
This was what he sought:
One slash that would cleave right through flesh and bones, leaving nothing behind.
“Wait, sothing is off,” he thought.
“Where’s Zhang Xinxiong?
“Where is that guy?
“Don’t tell that he was reduced to mush!” he thought.
Clang!
Two sections of the staff dropped from the sky into that deep crater, and this scene shocked all the spectators around.
“Holy sh**! The ‘Black Shark’ is broken?”
“That thing is a sixth-grade spiritual weapon, no? A Master Level weapon, yet...”
“It’s actually broken?”
Zhou Tianshen was dumbfounded, and he wondered if that thing really was a sixth-grade spiritual weapon.
That golden domineering blade of his was only ninth-grade.
His blade wasn’t even at Innate Level.
Su Qianqian’s mouth twitched, and she tsked satisfactorily before putting that massive blade of hers back on her back.
“Consider that broken stick a lesson to you, then.”
She tilted her head and looked at Lan Xinzi’s back, saying seriously, “if you dare ss with Brother Xiaoshou ever again, soone’s gonna die.”
Gulp. Everyone around gulped at that mont.
That girl still looked cute even when she was being serious, which ant that her words hardly had any weight.
Yet, if one were to consider what she just did...
Sohow, Lan Xinzi was terrified deep down. She wondered how it was possible for Zhang Xinxiong to be stuck underground like that.
“Isn’t this Su Qianqian a little too ridiculous?” she thought.
If she’d been in Su Qianqian’s shoes, she would’ve had a hard ti taking that one punch, even if Zhang Xinxiong had yet to use his bloodline power. Furthermore, he had fielded the Black Shark.
In the end, however, Black Shark broke in two.
She wondered if that girl was truly soone who had been in the Inner Yard for a year or two.
“Su, Qian, qian!”
A voice full of suppressed anger was heard from underground. Zhang Xinxiong shot out of the crater and threw a punch at Su Qianqian, who was walking away.
Zhou Tianshen’s eyes flew open, and he couldn’t help but alert her. “Look out!”
The person next to him imdiately slapped a hand over Zhou Tianshen’s mouth, trying to muffle his voice.
“Do you have a death wish or sothing? What the hell are you shouting like that for in the middle of a show? You could die, you know!”
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