"The imperial edict has arrived …"
Two hours after the banquet began, an old eunuch wearing a golden robe descended from the sky and read out the imperial edict of the emperor.
Of course, the imperial edict was mostly useless nonsense. In the end, there was only a bunch of treasures, but nothing that could make anyone's eyes light up.
At this time, a young man holding a long sword appeared outside the palace and said, "Lord Holy King, I would like to perform a sword dance for you, but unfortunately, there is no opponent!"
"Hey! The show is finally about to begin! "An old man said excitedly.
"He's here to provoke us. This is the usual practice. Every time the Holy King's ten thousand year birthday celebration, there will always be someone like him. But I didn't expect him to be the first one to jump out!"
"Who is this kid? Is he famous? "
"I've never seen him before, but his aura seems to be … not weak!"
"This is Bi Qiujiang from the Crown Prince's faction! He is a sword genius who reached the peak of the Holy Saint realm in less than a hundred years and is ranked eighth on the heaven's pride ranking. He is a formidable genius! "
"Bi Qiujiang was once the young master of a first-class sect, Skyward Pavilion. Later, he was valued by the Crown Prince and became a general of the Crown Prince's faction!"
"…"
"Little friend, what do you think of this Bi Qiujiang?" At this time, Jian Kuangren poked his head out from the pile of food on the table and looked at Zhao Yuande.
"So-so!" Zhao Yuande said with a grin.
"Brother Zhao, this person's combat strength cannot be underestimated!" Shui Ling 'er reminded from the side.
"Oh!" Zhao Yuande nodded indifferently.
"Little friend, if you go up, can you win?" Jian Kuangren looked at Zhao Yuande with a bright light in his eyes.
"This …" Zhao Yuande hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "Senior, do you want me to tell you the truth or lie?"
"Nonsense! Why would I listen to a lie! "Jian Kuangren said angrily.
"I can defeat him in one move!" Zhao Yuande raised his head with a confident look on his face.
Not far away, an old man heard Zhao Yuande's reply and couldn't help but spit out the wine in his mouth. "You brat, you really know how to boast!"
"Not necessarily! I've heard that he's defeated a Peak Ultimate God expert before! "
"Hmph … What Peak Ultimate God? He's just a nobody from a small sect. If he's so capable, he should go find some of the little guys on the billboard!"
"You can't say that …"
"…"
At this moment, a Saint King's son stepped forward to fight with Bi Qiujiang of the Crown Prince Faction.
Bi Qiujiang indeed had some ability, to actually defeat that Saint King's son in just a few short moves.
At this moment, Bi Qiujiang was proudly waving at the crowd. His gaze, however, landed on a group of youngsters. His eyes were filled with provocation.
"How about it, little friend? Are you interested in going up for a round?" Jian Kuangren looked at Zhao Yuande with some anticipation.
Zhao Yuande waved his hand. "Fighting him … is not difficult. Naturally, I have no interest in fighting him!"
"It's Brother Song's turn!" Shui Ling 'er suddenly said with some excitement. "Brother Song is ranked fifth on the Heaven's Pride List. He should be able to suppress Bi Qiujiang!"
"It's not a big problem, but we can't let our guard down!" Zhao Yuande said.
The rankings of the Heaven's Pride List were indeed reasonable. Song Xingyun and Bi Qiujiang fought for a full incense stick's worth of time before finally defeating him.
However, Bi Qiujiang was also a ruthless person. Even if he lost, he didn't let Song Xingyun off easily. He cut off one of Song Xingyun's arms with his sword.
Song Xingyun won a pyrrhic victory!
Although his arm could be reattached and he could slowly stimulate the vitality in his body to regrow it, his combat strength would be greatly reduced for the next few hours.
"Brother Song is injured … What a pity. I thought I could have a big fight with Brother Song to celebrate the Saint King's birthday!" A voice sounded in the field. A young man in green clothes holding a long sword appeared in front of the crowd.
"Zhu Mingdi! It's you? "Song Xingyun saw this young man and couldn't help but frown slightly." You also joined the Crown Prince's faction? "
"Brother Song must be joking. This Zhu is now alone and won't form a faction. However, His Highness the Crown Prince invited me to celebrate the Saint King's birthday. I can only reluctantly agree!" The young man flicked his long hair and pointed the long sword in his hand at Song Xingyun. "Song Xingyun, if you can't do it, then quickly go down! Otherwise, the sword has no eyes and it won't be good for you to be injured! "
"Taking advantage of people's difficulties!" Not far away, a group of young people showed anger in their eyes and clenched their fists.
"I didn't force him to fight. This isn't taking advantage of people's difficulties." Zhu Mingdi waved his hand.
"Brother Song, let me fight him!" At this moment, a man who was more than ten feet tall and dressed in pitch-black armor walked up to him.
"Da Lin, you are not his opponent!" Song Xingyun shook his head. "Let me do it!"
"But you're injured!" Da Lin's face revealed a hint of worry.
"It's fine! Leave it to me! " Song Xingyun had already reattached his broken arm. Although his face was pale, he was full of fighting spirit!
"Tsk tsk!" Zhu Mingdi sighed, his voice full of mockery.
"Zhu Mingdi, if it weren't for the Sage King's birthday banquet, you would have died here!" Song Xingyun's voice was full of coldness.
"Hehe! As you said, if it weren't for the Sage King's birthday banquet, you would have died long ago! " Zhu Mindi pointed at a table not far away. He grinned and said in a low voice, "Do you see who they are? No matter how strong you are, how many people can you fight? "
"Hmph! My Sage Monarch Sect is not afraid of you! So what if you join forces? "Song Xingyun looked at the people, his eyes flashing with a cold light.
"Hehe! Although your Sage Monarch Sect is strong, it's a pity that our generation has withered. Only you can fight. Let's see how many battles you can take! " Zhu Mingdi's voice was very low, but the people around him were all powerful cultivators, so they naturally heard him clearly.
Many people looked at the high and mighty thrones.
There, Sage Monarch Wildlands and the other Kings were quietly watching.
However, Sage Monarch Wildlands didn't seem to be in a hurry. Instead, he looked over with interest, as if Song Xingyun's victory or defeat had nothing to do with him.
"Old Song, your grandson seems to be going all out!" A balding old man looked at a middle-aged man in a scholarly robe, whose temperament and appearance were somewhat similar to Song Xingyun's.
If this person stood next to Song Xingyun, they would really look like brothers.
"He's just a child! Let him experience more storms. As long as he doesn't die, it doesn't matter! "The scholarly robed man called Old Song smiled faintly.
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