Zhao Sheng looked at Zhao Hao with an unfriendly expression. Zhao Hao glanced at him and shook his head with a smile.
Zhao Sheng was already a Zongshi realm martial artist. Logically speaking, it should have been a piece of cake for him to deal with a physical body cultivator like him.
However, there wasn't the slightest bit of fear in Zhao Hao's eyes. Instead, he seemed very calm.
There was a hint of disdain in his calmness.
Yan Zhaoge's eyes narrowed slightly, "The way he looks at Zhao Sheng is no different from how he looks at me …"
"In his eyes, Zhao Sheng and I are on the same level?"
Yan Zhaoge laughed soundlessly.
Zhao Hao asked indifferently, "What kind of punishment does Third Brother want me to drink?"
Zhao Sheng snorted coldly, "Sixteenth Brother's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds these days, but your actual combat experience is inevitably lacking."
"Third Brother has some subordinates who can practice with you, Sixteenth Brother."
"Accumulate more experience so that you won't only be able to deal with dying people in the future. If you run into a real tough opponent, you'll be the unlucky one."
The disdain in Zhao Hao's eyes deepened. He looked at Zhao Sheng like an adult looking at an ignorant child playing around.
Without another word, he unsheathed his sword and stood there quietly. "Who wants advice?"
In the eyes of others, it might not seem like much, but Yan Zhaoge's discernment far surpassed that of everyone else present.
From Yan Zhaoge's perspective, with a sword in hand, Zhao Hao's aura immediately changed.
It was even more untamed, arrogant, sharp, and unsheathed!
His entire person was like an unsheathed sharp sword, as if he was going to soar into the sky and cut through the blue dome of heaven.
This was a type of pure power. It was hard to describe, but it truly existed.
At this moment, Zhao Hao was still a body refinement martial artist, and he wasn't hiding his cultivation. However, his aura seemed to surpass most people in this world.
It was as if martial grandmasters were not worth mentioning in front of him.
Yan Zhaoge raised his brows, "Interesting, could it be …"
Although Zhao Sheng wished that he could beat Zhao Hao half to death with his own hands, he was, after all, a Grandmaster, and more than ten years older than Zhao Hao.
Although Zhao Hao's actions were very disrespectful, in front of so many people, with Yan Zhaoge also present, Zhao Sheng still suppressed the thought of personally making a move.
However, he naturally did not intend to let Zhao Hao have an easy time.
Zhao Hao was at the eighth level of the Body Refinement Realm, the middle stage of the Qi Conducting Realm. The opponent Zhao Sheng found for him was also in the middle stage of the Qi Conducting Realm, but his aura was ferocious. It was clear that he had lived a life of blood on the edge of a knife and was incomparably experienced.
His murderous aura was so thick that it could almost frighten an opponent who didn't have much combat experience and turn them into a lamb at his mercy.
However, Zhao Hao effortlessly defeated his opponent in a single round!
With a single slash, his opponent's arm was sent flying into the sky!
The degree of fierceness caused everyone to look askance.
"How dare you!" Zhao Sheng's face was ashen. With a wave of his hand, a swordsman in the late stage of the Qi Conducting Realm stepped out from the crowd.
This swordsman was at the ninth level of Body Refinement, the late stage of Qi Conducting, and was not far from the tenth level of Refinement.
Zhao Hao didn't seem to mind at all. He raised his sword and smiled, "It's all the same."
The result of the battle once again made the spectators' jaws drop.
The victor was still Zhao Hao!
Zhao Hao laughed and said, "Is the next one in the Refinement realm, or are you going to do it yourself, Third Brother?"
As he said this, crackling sounds could be heard all around his body, followed by the indistinct sound of thunder.
The sound of thunder did not originate from outside, but rather originated from within Zhao Hao's body.
Everyone was taken aback, "Inner qi entering the bones, marrow cleansing by thunder? This is the first time he has cleansed his marrows after breaking through to the late stage of the Qi Conducting Realm?! "
Standing beside Yan Zhaoge, Feng Yunsheng couldn't help but smile as she glanced at Yan Zhaoge.
While she didn't speak, she clearly recalled the scene of Yan Zhaoge facing Xiao Shen earlier.
Yan Zhaoge, however, didn't smile, instead looking calmly at Zhao Hao.
"This person still hasn't used his full strength; he hasn't displayed the killing moves of the sword he is truly proficient in."
The things that Yan Zhaoge could see were much more than what the others could see, "Successive victories in successive battles rely on experience and knowledge that far surpasses that of his opponent, as well as his control over the sword in his hand."
"Just like me, a single bamboo branch can also be used as a sword; without using any aura-qi, I can still beat up a Martial Scholar of the Martial Refinement Realm."
"This person's attainments in the dao of the sword are extremely high; wooden swords, bamboo swords, even using his fingers to replace swords, the swordless stage of using qi as a sword is also nothing difficult for him. It's just that he is deeply attached to the sword, which is why he is even more unconstrained by material objects. With a sword in hand, he has already attained the dao."
Yan Zhaoge laughed, "Suddenly enlightened half a year ago?"
"Haha …"
Zhao Hao was currently overflowing with a domineering air as he held his sword horizontally, "Does Third Brother still have any subordinates? Otherwise, does Third Brother intend to personally go up? "
"What about Eldest Brother? Do you want to come and play as well? I don't really care. "
Zhao Sheng's face was sunken as he grit his teeth and laughed, "Sixteenth Brother, not bad ah. I didn't notice it before, but you're really getting too full of yourself a little too early."
As he said this, he was about to stride forward.
With Zhao Hao's provocation like this, there was no longer any need for him to restrain himself, and also no longer had to worry about the King of the Eastern Tang Kingdom blaming him afterwards.
"Between blood-related brothers, there should be mutual affection. Exchanging pointers at the same cultivation level is still fine, but for a Martial Scholar to exchange blows with a Martial Artist is a little too much."
Just then, a voice suddenly resounded from afar. The next moment, a middle-aged man with a dignified expression appeared in front of them.
He first looked at Yan Zhaoge, nodding, "Zhaoge, long time no see."
Yan Zhaoge laughed, "Your Highness Prince Jin is even more elegant than before ah."
The person who had come was the royal brother of the King of the Eastern Tang Kingdom, the number two expert of the Eastern Tang Royal Family, Prince Jin Zhao Shilie. Yan Zhaoge was also acquainted with him in the past.
However, this person's stance was towards the Sacred Sun Clan, as he was the greatest springboard for the Sacred Sun Clan to enter the Eastern Tang Kingdom.
The Eastern Tang Kingdom's Crown Prince position had always been undecided, largely because of this person.
Whether it was the powers under him or the Sacred Sun Clan behind him, they were all exerting pressure on the King of the Eastern Tang Kingdom, hoping to make the Emperor's younger brother instead of the Crown Prince.
In this world where martial arts reigned supreme, where individual strength could overturn the heavens and earth, many secular rules no longer applied.
For example, if the King of the Eastern Tang Kingdom suddenly died today, then the Eastern Tang Kingdom would not only have lost a monarch, but also a Martial Grandmaster.
To the overall strength of the Eastern Tang, this would be a huge loss.
Whether it was Zhao Yuan or Zhao Sheng, they were only Martial Scholars. Even if they ascended to the throne, in terms of high-level strength, they were destined to be unable to replace their father within a short period of time.
While Prince Jin was weaker than the King of the Eastern Tang Kingdom, he was also a Martial Grandmaster expert. If he loyally assisted the new King, then it would be fine. But if he himself had other thoughts, the situation would instantly become complicated.
In a secular dynasty, the old Emperor would arrange for a successor before his death, and would naturally sweep away any unstable factors.
However, Prince Jin's situation was something that even the King of the Eastern Tang Kingdom found troublesome.
After all, Zhao Shilie was also a Martial Grandmaster, and also an important part of the Eastern Tang Kingdom's strength. If he were to be killed, it would still be the Eastern Tang that would suffer.
Moreover, behind Zhao Shilie stood the Sacred Sun Clan. Even if the King of the Eastern Tang Kingdom had the support of Broad Creed Mountain, it would still be hard for him to make a move lightly.
The situation in the Eastern Tang Kingdom was currently maintained in a fragile equilibrium. While the King of the Eastern Tang Kingdom and Broad Creed Mountain held the advantage, the hidden dangers were similarly not small.
After exchanging greetings with Yan Zhaoge, Zhao Shilie chuckled as he looked towards the three Zhao brothers, "If you want to spar, there's no need to use force at all."
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