The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 450 - 368, Wuju One Slash_2

Under the watchful eyes, Lang Shiba flew out from the official vessel, hands forming in front of him mid-air, and suddenly drew his sword!

A stream of bright silver, like moonlight, flowed from the scabbard.

Lang Shiba held a sharply curved saber, his black hair wildly dancing in the wind. He let out a low roar, emitting a lion's bellow.

He swiped the saber horizontally!

"Boom!!"

In an instant, the towering water wall, under this single slash, violently broke and collapsed, as if the withered yellow grass of the Northern deep winter had been neatly cut down.

"Ah!" Amidst the cries of men and women on the warship, Lang Shiba tore through the water wall with one strike, slashing directly through the air with a single-handed grip on his curved saber.

With a gentle slash!

Suddenly, a fierce aura enveloped the curved saber, extending three zhang of crimson sword energy!

Worldly Realm swordsmen could already perfectly control their sword energy, making it as substantial as if forged from refined steel, even harder.

That sword energy, tempered countless times in the cold winds of the North, emerged with a bone-chilling coldness.

Although the man had not arrived, his sword energy stretched with great momentum, aiming straight at Duan Shuiliu!

"Hmph," Duan Shuiliu revealed a disdainful expression but was ultimately worried about the waves harming the Princely Heir behind him. He moved his sturdy and short body forward, shielding Xu Jinglong while his gray robe flared dramatically.

This contemporary Grandmaster from the Green Mountain had no weapon in hand, his hands were his weapons.

Duan Shuiliu thrust forward two fingers like lightning, pinching the nearly blood-red blade light effortlessly!

"What Northern Blood Saber, fishing for compliments and beguiling the public."

Duan Shuiliu looked down dismissively. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

With just a light twist of his wrist, that crimson sword energy, like frozen flames, emitted a metallic squeal.

Next moment, with several loud snaps, he forcibly broke it!

Duan Shuiliu did not stop, after breaking the tip of the blade light, he clenched a fist with one hand, pulled his elbow back, and then thrust forward, smashing his fist hard against the three zhang blade energy.

"Bang bang bang bang…"

With one punch, Duan Shuiliu shattered the sword energy segment by segment in an unstoppable manner. Lang Shiba's heart tightened, and he forcefully drew back against inertia, destroying a segment before spewing out a new one to replace it.

In the blink of an eye, advancing and retreating, Duan Shuiliu had already left the warship and arrived in the wide space over the river between the two ships.

"Now!"

Lang Shiba suddenly roared.

Below the two men, in the cold depths of the river, Ji Yue, like a pool of blood, suddenly stretched her body like a mermaid, lifting up her bloodless face.

Behind her head, her black hair floated like water plants, and beneath her pale eyebrows, a pair of "white pupils" stared eerily at the bright surface of the water overhead.

Ji Yue formed a hand seal, her lips moving as she chanted a spell underwater.

Within a one-mile radius, the river surface boiled, accompanied by a mournful sound like a deep-sea whale, as the river surface exploded into waves.

Millions of acres of river water surged up, vaguely forming a "water snake" larger than the official ship.

The water snake leaped fiercely towards Duan Shuiliu in the air amidst tossing waves!

At that moment, Zhao Douan, standing on the deck, felt as though he was witnessing a giant whale leaping out of the water.

"Water God Mage?" Duan Shuiliu, with a square face and gray eyes, slightly raised his brows. While his punching hand targeting Lang Shiba remained steady, his other hand moved, forming a hand blade.

He valiantly chopped toward the massive water snake!

"Woo——"

A mournful cry seemed to echo between heaven and earth. A golden line appeared at the brow of the giant water snake, then it was cleaved into two halves by a razor-sharp blade, crashing into the river beside Duan Shuiliu.

Underwater, Ji Yue changed her hand seal gesture.

The split water snake neatly divided into two smaller ones, swirling around the two above, intermittently shooting ferocious water arrows.

Lang Shiba released his sword energy, his body drunkenly but keen-eyed dropping toward the river, yet he was lifted by a water snake, which turned him in mid-air.

The bright curved saber suddenly became as fierce as a stormy rain, chopping at Duan Shuiliu.

Duan Shuiliu, facing two opponents alone and standing in mid-air, stepped steadily like planting stakes.

Each step he took, water burst around his feet, clashing hand blades with curved sabers and using fist skills to strike Ji Yue.

Despite using nothing but his bare hands, they collided with the curved saber producing metallic thunder, the reverberating force leaving Lang Shiba's hands numb and cracked.

Occasionally, he would hammer down fiercely, blasting his fist strength into the river, and Ji Yue lurking underneath, like a goose hit by an arrow, would spit out a mouthful of blood, sinking even deeper.

Facing two, he still undeniably held the advantage.

Everyone could see that if it continued like this, it would only be a matter of time before Duan Shuiliu tore through their encirclement and stepped onto the official ship.

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"Good, worthy of being the Senior Brother of Green Mountain, a disciple of Martial Emperor's Grandmaster," Xu Jinglong laughed heartily.

Upstairs, although those men and women were also from wealthy families, where had they had the opportunity to witness such a battle?

Their eyes were glued.

The men were filled with surging blood, the women dazzled and mesmerized, while others anxiously bit their lips, whispering softly,

"Looks like Mr. Zhao from the Capital is in trouble this time. Isn't he really going to hand over that treasure armor?"

In their view, although Zhao Douan was extremely sought after, having two cultivators from the Worldly Realm as his escort was already a very high privilege.

In the entire Great Yu Dynasty, how many experts from the Worldly Realm were there? Their names could all be counted.

And how many would willingly become the court's loyal dogs?

Including Xu Jinglong, none knew exactly how many experts Zhao Douan had by his side on this trip.

Nor did they recognize Mr. Hai, who had hidden in the palace for many years and whose true appearance had been witnessed by very few, standing by Zhao Douan's side.

Or perhaps, Xu Jinglong had intentionally come to make trouble today, one of his undisclosed purposes was to test the waters with Zhao Douan.

To see how many skilled masters he had with him, and how many cards he had hidden.

"It seems you are not as favored as this Princely Heir imagined,"

Xu Jinglong said softly, then raised his voice, laughing as he looked down below,

"Zhao Douan, it seems your guards won't last much longer. This Princely Heir advises you, hand over the treasure armor quickly. I have some rapport with Senior Duan Shuiliu, perhaps I could speak some good words for you, to avoid getting injuries even before reaching shore, haha."

He seemed refreshed, as if finding relief in venting the frustrations he had earlier suppressed.

Prince Jing Mansion's private army also lowered their guard, leisurely watching the fierce battle unfold.

A cultivator facing elite foot soldiers, below the Heavenly Human Realm, could at most handle a hundred enemies; due to depletion of inner qi and mana, enduring a fight to death, even thousands of troops could be overwhelmed by a divine force.

By Zhao Douan's side, there were still hundreds of elite soldiers; once Duan Shuiliu defeated Lang Shiba and Ji Yue, his inner strength would also be greatly damaged, making it difficult to kill Zhao Douan.

But if the armies of Prince Jing Mansion joined forces, they could have a chance to kill him on the river.

Should he kill him? Xu Jinglong couldn't help but entertain the thought, but quickly suppressed it.

The timing was not yet ripe; besides, such a significant decision was not his to make; only Prince Jing could give such an order.

"My Lord..."

On the official ship, hearing the laughter from the other side, Hou Renmeng and the others looked unsettled, eager once again to let arrows fly in unison.

However, they worried about accidentally injuring their own as Lang Shiba and Duan Shuiliu were entangled in battle.

Haitang, on the other hand, looked towards her great-grandfather without uttering a word.

Zhao Douan, impressed, murmured,

"This Duan Shuiliu is quite strong, isn't he? He's not even being blocked?"

The old Tributor, not at all surprised, chuckled,

"If being a Senior Brother from Green Mountain meant you could defeat these two guards, then Wu Xiankui might as well just kill himself. How could he compare to our Royal Family's 'Martial God' lineage?"

Zhao Douan smacked his lips, finding it rather amusing.

The founding Emperor should have been called "Martial Emperor," and Wu Xiankui, a Jianghu cultivator, should have been called "Martial God."

But, in reality, it was the other way around.

He sighed, "I've almost figured out this guy's strength, assuming he's not hiding anything. Eunuch..."

The old Tributor, grinning, suggested,

"It's about time I stretch my old limbs a bit. How about I borrow the Cold Frost Sword from your waist? Hehe, if I were younger, beating this Duan Shuiliu would not even require a weapon."

Zhao Douan, full of admiration, handed over the Cold Frost Sword with both hands.

Once famed throughout Jianghu, disappeared for a generation, representing the Great Yu Royal Family in battle the last century, once peaking into the Fake Heavenly Realm, Hai Chunlin drew his sword and flicked the blade.

"Whizz!"

The sword sang, between heaven and earth, the temperature dropped sharply, as if plunging into deep winter!

Hai Chunlin delivered a sword strike, laughing as he declared the name of his signature technique,

"Martial Lift Slash."