Chapter 4848
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Di Qing also opened his eyes to take a look. Then, he sat down calmly and closed his eyes to rest.
He was never interested in a result that was already decided before it even started.
A simple sword competition unfolded in the sky palace.
The young Emperor, who did not use the sword as his Dao, against Jian Wushuang, who was about to fuse his Dao with his Dao and could even fight with a sword immortal when he was at the ancestral level, the result was obvious.
Jian Wushuang only needed to release any move of the Star River Lake Sea sword intent to defeat him immediately.
But he didn't do so. This was a harmless sword competition. No matter who won or lost, it was just a matter of interest.
Sword intent rose everywhere like thousands of flying fishes. It was extremely beautiful.
Jian Wushuang held the real sword and focused on blocking.
However, it was unknown if the young Imperial Emperor was drunk or if he couldn't control his strength, but the sword slashes that were full of energy slashed down with great force. Even the derivative force that was dissipating in the air was cut off.
The atmosphere also became strange.
The originally relaxed sword competition became faster and faster as the young Emperor's sword intent raged with killing intent. All the Derived Immortals present had serious gazes.
Chun Qiu had already placed his hand on the short dagger at his waist. He had already activated the sharpness. He was only waiting for Jian Wushuang to be injured so that he could attack instantly.
Cui Jing saw the change in Chun Qiu's aura and also became serious. He also placed his hand on the black rod at his waist.
Di Qing had been resting with his eyes closed. He did not seem to care about what was happening in the outside world.
Zhao Ting's gaze wavered. He seemed to be planning something.
Wei Liujia's expression became even more anxious. In his opinion, Jian Wushuang was being forced to retreat. He was obviously not the young Emperor's match.
But Jian Wushuang's expression was calm from beginning to end. Even when facing the sword move with killing intent, he easily resolved it.
When he blocked the 767th sword, there was a sudden change.
The real sword in Jian Wushuang's hand broke into two without any warning. The young Imperial Emperor's powerful sword slashed heavily onto his shoulder, shattering his entire shoulder blade!
Chun Qiu and Cui Jing stood up, but Chen Qing held them down.
"If you don't want anything to happen to Brother Jian, don't move!"
The atmosphere was dead silent. The young Imperial Emperor seemed to have sobered up from his drunken stupor. His eyes were filled with shock as he subconsciously let go of the sword hilt and touched Jian Wushuang. "Brother … Brother Jian, I didn't do it on purpose."
Jian Wushuang took half a step back and avoided his palm. His face was still expressionless. "It doesn't matter. Injuries are inevitable in a sword competition."
After he finished speaking, he took out the flexible sword from his shoulder blade and tossed it to the young Imperial Emperor.
"I can't hold my liquor, so I'll leave first."
Jian Wushuang turned around and left. Drops of divine blood slid down from his shoulder and landed on the ground.
Di Qing, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and followed Jian Wushuang without looking at anyone else.
Spring and Autumn immediately broke free from Chen Qing's grasp and quickly left.
Then, Cui Jing also left.
Zhao Ting and Wei Liujia glanced at the young Sovereign Emperor before leaving as well.
Soon, only Chen Qing and a few Derived Immortal guards were left in the huge Heavenly Palace.
"Young Imperial Emperor." Chen Qing stood up. His expression changed slightly. "You were too impulsive …"
"Scram." His eyes stared straight at the open door of the palace.
Chen Qing sighed and left without saying anything else.
The Heavenly Palace was dead silent.
The young Imperial Emperor's face turned from pale to red. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the sword hilt tightly.
"Damn it!"
He was furious. He wielded his sword and slashed at the table that was filled with delicacies, flipping it over.
"Damn it! You all deserve to die. Are you all trying to rebel against me! "
The young Imperial Emperor was completely enraged. His expression was almost deranged. He waved his sword and flipped over the tables, turning the entire Heavenly Palace into a mess.
The skinny purple-robed man stood behind him. He did not stop him or speak.
"A bunch of damned things. You can't even tell who your master is. Do you think I'm invisible? I'm the heir apparent, the future Imperial Emperor of the Dasi Region! "
His voice was louder and louder as it resounded in the Heavenly Palace.
When his voice gradually weakened, the skinny purple-robed man stepped forward and handed over a white silk cloth. "Your Highness, please calm down."
The young Imperial Emperor coughed heavily. He wiped the silk cloth at the corner of his mouth. "Jian Wushuang! Jian Wushuang! You deserve to die! "
"Did you see that? He didn't even use a bit of Sword Dao when he was sparring with me. He looked down on me! He didn't care about me at all! "
"He's not the only one. Did you see the group of people he brought back? They all dared to rebel against me?! Especially after I slashed at Jian Wushuang, the group of people he brought back dared to attack me? "
The skinny purple-robed man listened quietly. Finally, he said calmly, "Your Highness, you forgot that Jian Wushuang is not your subordinate, but your friend. You shouldn't treat him like how you treat your subordinates."
"Even you want to rebel against me?" The young Imperial Emperor's voice was slightly angry.
"I don't dare. I'm just saying what I should say. Jian Wushuang is not your subordinate, but your friend." The skinny purple-robed man looked at him meaningfully.
"Friend? I don't even have brothers. How can I have friends? "His voice was emotionless. It was hollow and unknown.
After some time, the young Imperial Emperor turned to look at the skinny purple-robed man. "Do you know how Jian Wushuang's real sword broke?"
"I did something to destroy the sword heart on purpose. I did this just to win against him. Don't you think it's funny?"
The skinny purple-robed man said softly, "Your Highness, there's nothing wrong with what you did. However, this kind of beating can only be used between subordinates."
The young Imperial Emperor said again, "Did my sword completely sever the connection between us?"
"Yes, but also no."
"I want to make up for it. What should I do?"
"Apologize."
…
In the spacious hall, the atmosphere was oppressive and gloomy.
Jian Wushuang sat quietly in front of a table with his eyes closed. It was as if nothing had happened.
Chun Qiu's expression was cold. His hand never left the sword hilt at his waist.
Di Qing sat beside him in the same posture. There was a playful look in his eyes.
"This doesn't seem like your style of doing things. I've been with you all this time and tried to figure out your personality. However, I didn't expect this scene today."
"You didn't attack him because you were afraid of Zhen Wuyang, or because you saw him as a friend?"
Jian Wushuang opened his eyes. "Zhen Wuyang? I've never been afraid of him. As for seeing him as a friend? I didn't even think about it. "
"This sword strike can be considered as returning some of the things he gave me."
Di Qing nodded. A person who participated in the assassination of the Fifth Prince, Gongzi Mo, and fought with the Second Prince, Gongzi Jiu, probably didn't think much of Zhen Wuyang.
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