Chapter 86: Famous Sword

"Su Qianqian, put the sword down!"

Zhao Xidong's angry shout seemed a little powerless to the onlookers.

Because after Su Qianqian realized that this person was not from the same faction, she completely ignored him. She only softly called out:

"Rao Jiejie."

Rao Yinyin understood immediately, knowing that Su Qianqian was about to make her move. She turned her gaze toward Zhao Xidong.

"Zhao Zhifa..."

A captivating and soul-stirring charm echoed directly in Zhao Xidong's mind. Even though he knew he shouldn't, he couldn't help but turn his head toward the woman in the red skirt.

In that instant their eyes met, Zhao Xidong felt his mind explode with a thunderous roar, as endless pink and seductive colors bloomed like smoke and mist.

His expression turned strange in an instant, filled with satisfaction yet laced with shyness.

Finally, he couldn't hold back and lunged forward, clutching at the air, collapsing to the ground with a foolish grin.

"So big!"

Zhou Tian Can, watching from the back, was utterly shocked. "What kind of sorcery is this?"

The woman in the red skirt had merely glanced at him, and the man on the other side had collapsed?

This was an enforcement officer, after all!

In his mind, the enforcement officers of Ling Fa Ge were all at least on the level of "Feng Yun Zheng Ba" referees—top-tier experts.

And as for himself...

He was just a thirty-two seed in the rankings!

The contrast couldn't be more stark, and now such a powerful enforcement officer had been taken down with a single look?

One of the spectators was utterly entranced, clicking his tongue in admiration. "As expected of Senior Sister Rao's 'Shen Mei Zhi Shu'—it's completely overpowering against any man!"

"I've heard that inside the illusion, it's like paradise. I wonder when I'll get the chance to experience it..."

"You?" The guy cracking melon seeds sneered mockingly, pointing at the bench he was sitting on. "You're only fit to sit on that bench and dream about it!"

"I dare to dream—do you?"

"Heh, dreaming? What's the point of dreaming? If you've got the guts, turn the tables..."

Rao Yinyin suddenly turned her head, and the two men instantly shrank back, their necks tensing up.

Zhou Tian Can quickly averted his gaze, signaling that it had nothing to do with him.

In the midst of the battle,

with Zhao Xidong down, Su Qianqian was already charging forward with her massive sword, dragging it across the ground and sparking a trail of fire as she headed straight for Zhang Xin Xiong.

"She's really going for it?" Everyone was stunned.

They all thought she was just putting on a show, but this little girl actually planned to fight for real.

Zhang Xin Xiong pulled a long, thick black iron rod from his ring and lightly struck it against the ground, instantly cracking the surface with fine lines.

Since Su Qianqian dared to attack first, he had no fear.

With an enforcement officer watching, as long as he stayed on the defensive, he'd always come out ahead.

As for this little girl's strength...

What a joke—though they were both among the inner court's thirty-three, this girl had only been in for a year or two!

How could she compare to an old hand like him, who's been around for five or six years?

Zhang Xin Xiong was extraordinarily tall, a nine-chi warrior, handsome and imposing.

Su Qianqian barely reached his waist, but as she approached, she suddenly leaped into the air, soaring a full zhang high.

The moment she raised her snow-white great sword, a terrifying sword intent split the heavens above and suppressed the nine underworlds below, slashing down directly.

Zhang Xin Xiong's scalp tingled in an instant.

In his eyes, that white great sword transformed into a massive tombstone that covered the sky, inescapable and overwhelming.

A chilling terror seeped into his soul, and boundless fear arose as the tombstone pressed down inch by inch.

"This sword... there's something wrong with it..."

He was certain that Su Qianqian couldn't possibly wield such an advanced sword technique.

The only thing exerting this kind of pressure on him had to be the snow-white great sword in her hands...

Was this the Su family's heirloom?

Ming Jian Twenty-One!

Mu Ming Cheng Xue!

"Open!" Zhang Xin Xiong's eyes filled with wariness as a flash of blood light streaked across the black rod, causing it to swell massively, as thick as a tree trunk.

Since he couldn't dodge, he'd meet it head-on. Zhang Xin Xiong was known for his strength—he wasn't about to lose to this famous sword.

The great sword came crashing down, and the black iron rod thrust up to meet it.

With a thunderous boom, the void trembled.

The major figures in the battle area remained unfazed, but the onlookers were instantly flung into the sky.

Zhou Tian Can was completely shocked; he flew through the air but kept his eyes locked on the two figures below.

The white-clad girl with the sword looked so delicate, while Zhang Xin Xiong, straining to hold his ground, had a face twisted in ferocity.

"Ah!" Su Qianqian gritted her silver teeth and pressed the great sword down harder.

Bang!

The ground exploded with a deafening crack, forming a deep pit, yet Zhang Xin Xiong still stood firm in it!

"Comparing strength with me? You're still too green!"

Zhang Xin Xiong sneered mockingly, about to make a move, but Su Qianqian gave him no chance, shouting right in his ear:

"Monument Heavy!"

A dark shadow descended from the sky, merging instantly into the white great sword.

In Zhang Xin Xiong's eyes, it was another identical tombstone crashing down to suppress him!

Who could withstand this?

Before he could even react, the crushing force of the two tombstones slammed into him, dislocating both arms.

Rumble!

Everyone in the battle area leaped away as the pit in the ground expanded even further.

Zhou Tian Can had just landed when another surge of energy swept over, but this time, prepared, he wasn't blown away.

"So strong!"

His fighting spirit soared, his blood boiling as he gripped the golden overlord blade on his back, feeling it thrum with the same excitement.

This was the path he pursued!

One slash, and everything would be obliterated.

Wait, no?

Where was Zhang Xin Xiong?

Had he really been obliterated?

Clang!

Two halves of the iron rod fell from the sky, crashing into the deep pit, leaving the bystanders so stunned that one even swallowed his melon rind.

"Damn, 'Hei Sha' broke?"

"That's a sixth-grade spirit weapon, at the grandmaster level—this..."

"It just snapped like that?"

Zhou Tian Can was dumbfounded. That was a sixth-grade spirit weapon?

His own golden overlord blade was only ninth-grade...

Not even innate level...

Su Qianqian pouted in satisfaction, slinging the great sword back onto her back.

"That breaks your rod, as a lesson."

She turned her head toward Lan Xin Zi in the back and said seriously, "If you ever trouble Xiao Shou Gege again, someone might end up dead."

Gulp! Everyone swallowed hard.

Even when this little girl spoke seriously, she looked incredibly cute, with no real menace.

But if you connected it to that earlier sword strike...

Lan Xin Zi's heart was in utter shock. Zhang Xin Xiong had been slashed so deeply into the ground—how was that possible?

Su Qianqian was way too strong!

If it had been him, even without Zhang Xin Xiong's bloodline power activated, he couldn't have withstood even a single punch—let alone with "Hei Sha" in play...

And now, "Hei Sha" was broken...

Was this really a little girl who'd only been in the inner court for a year or two?

"Su... Qian... Qian!"

From deep underground, a muffled voice filled with infinite rage echoed as Zhang Xin Xiong's figure shot out, launching a fist at the leisurely walking Su Qianqian.

"Watch out!" Zhou Tian Can's eyes widened as he couldn't help but shout a warning.

Someone nearby quickly slapped the remaining half of a melon rind over his mouth, trying to muffle him.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed? Just watch the show—keep your mouth shut, or it'll end in bloodshed!"