Chapter 157

Chen Yi He's opening move is the "Flying Flower Sword Dance"!

Countless sword blossoms flew and fluttered within the Five Absolutes Hall!

The little Palace Master planted one foot on the ground, her snow‑white long leg lashed out, and several strands of true qi sprang forth—she kicked directly at the sword blossoms.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Chen Yi He held a sword in one hand and commanded sword qi with the other! The white sword qi he inherited from the Seventh Elder thrust out mercilessly! He wielded a real sword in one hand and an illusory sword in the other; the two swords united, together facing the little Palace Master.

When the little Palace Master engages in a life‑and‑death battle, her bearing is so graceful—graceful, graceful to the point of being the most beautiful flower among a myriad blossoms.

No matter how fast or strong Chen Yi He's sword is, it cannot touch her in the slightest—not even her skirt.

When they clashed head‑on, sparks flew with a "ding‑ding‑dang"! In just a few blinks, they had already exchanged eighty or ninety moves.

From the start they fought fiercely, having gone all‑out.

Chen Yi He sheathed and drew his sword with extreme speed, employing his utmost ability; he threw everything he had, hoping to take down the little Palace Master in one fell swoop.

How could the little Palace Master be a mere nobody? She had never been intimidated by the Sword Master, let alone Chen Yi He.

Chen Yi He's swordplay was pleasing to the eye; even the Palace Master couldn't help but nod.

The little Palace Master never expected Chen Yi He to improve so quickly, being able to fight her to this point without falling behind in the slightest.

At the outset, the little Palace Master's mind was chaotic and unstable; only after witnessing Chen Yi He's strength did she adjust her mindset and become earnest.

She had no choice but to be serious.

The two of them quickly entered a heated battle.

Chen Yi He gripped the sword with both hands, merging the illusory and real blades into one. Gathering his utmost strength, golden sword qi poured forth abundantly. The brilliant gold light resembled a pile of gold dust scattered by a wild wind, glittering in the air.

"Five Absolutes Unite!" the little Palace Master unleashed this move again; five strands of true qi erupted from her body, gathering in her hands.

The five strands of true qi were like five wild horses galloping madly, charging at Chen Yi He. It's hard to imagine that a woman colder than ice harbors such ferocious power within her.

The five strands of true qi merged into one in mid‑air, an unstoppable thunderbolt! It was determined to blast Chen Yi He to pieces.

The Purple Tempered Sword is the third divine sword of God Sword Mountain Villa; though it falls short of the Heavenly Secrets Sword, it still can look down upon all weapons under heaven! In Chen Yi He's hand, it seemed to be endowed with life! It was meant to devour the little Palace Master's "Five Absolutes Unite."

And how could "Five Absolutes Unite" possibly be devoured?

"Boom!" When the two forces met!

The entire Five Absolutes Hall was about to collapse! If it weren't for the Palace Master's finger before the battle, the hall would surely have been overturned.

"Boom boom boom!" The reverberations never ceased.

Ruan Shu instantly released her true qi, enveloping both herself and the Palace Master. Ruan Shu's strength is not to be underestimated—her true qi actually blocked the bombardment of those two forces. The platform suffered no damage at all!

"Ugh ah ah ah!" Chen Yi He roared, persisting. In the face of the little Palace Master's absolute power, he had no room to resist!

The little Palace Master twisted her wrist, amplifying the flow of true qi! In an instant, thunderous might surged!

The Palace Master watched approvingly at the little Palace Master—this was someone she had personally nurtured! She was proud enough, worthy of the predecessors of the Five Absolutes Palace.

Yet, with such pride, why would she want to leave the Five Absolutes Palace?

If she cannot retain her, what will become of the Five Absolutes Palace's future? She dare not imagine.

Chen Yi He was flung backward, crashing hard to the ground. The severe injury he suffered a few days ago on the Dong Hai shore has not yet healed. But that is not his excuse for being blown away.

Lightning power coiled around Chen Yi He's body, which continually emitted a scorched smell.

The little Palace Master stepped forward to Chen Yi He's front, preparing to strike and end the fight.

How could Chen Yi He resign himself? He slapped the ground, and the Purple Tempered Sword lying far away shot up instantly, flying to stab the little Palace Master.

The little Palace Master could not meet the Purple Tempered Sword bare‑handed; she had to yield her position.

Chen Yi He rose straight up, seized the Purple Tempered Sword, made no adjustment, and thrust straight at the little Palace Master.

Startled by this, the little Palace Master fought while retreating! She stepped back seven or eight paces before steadying her footing. The vivid scarlet rose, for the first time, showed a flustered state it had never known—even if that fluster was only slight.

The little Palace Master seized the moment, clasped her hands together, and gripped the Purple Tempered Sword tightly!

Chen Yi He activated his sword qi, hoping to shake the little Palace Master away, but he found his sword as if clamped by the hardest iron gate, impossible to move!

Only to see the little Palace Master using her hands as an axis, the Purple Tempered Sword as a fulcrum, she kicked both legs up simultaneously, flipping her whole body over; both feet struck Chen Yi He's chest at the same time.

One of the "Five Absolutes" is the Leg Absolute; the little Palace Master's legs appear slender and snow‑white, yet they contain immense power.

Chen Yi He was forced to release the Purple Tempered Sword and fell outward.

The little Palace Master flipped to her feet, the Purple Tempered Sword now in her hand; without pausing, she swung and slashed!

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!" Sword after sword, all struck the ground.

Fortunately Chen Yi He managed to get up in time, otherwise he would surely have been chopped into mincemeat. He dodged left and right; the life‑saving technique he honed on Tiger Mountain proved effective once again.

But Chen Yi He didn't realize that the more he did this, the angrier the little Palace Master became; provoking her would lead to unimaginable consequences!

The Palace Master watched the life‑and‑death struggle of the two youths below, as if watching a splendid drama; even though one of them was her daughter, she felt not the slightest worry.

After all, the Purple Tempered Sword is Chen Yi He's sword; for a swordsman, reclaiming one's own blade is no difficult task, especially since the little Palace Master felt the sword was awkward to use—she swung it back and forth without even touching her opponent's lapel.

Chen Yi He employed the "Sword Controlling Technique"; taking advantage of the moment the little Palace Master let go of the sword, he summoned the Purple Tempered Sword back to his hand. Then he turned from guest to host, from defense to offense!

Facing Chen Yi He, the little Palace Master did not feel the overwhelming pressure of the Sword Master, yet before the word "freedom" she felt she could not be lax.

The Palace Master was scheming in her heart; she had no intention of letting the little Palace Master leave, for if the Five Absolutes Palace had no successor, it would surely vanish into historical dust, and after her death she would have no face to meet her ancestors.

The choice lay between the Five Absolutes Palace and a thousand‑year ginseng.

Which is lighter, which heavier—the Palace Master has her own judgment.

The premise is that they must decide a winner between them.

Ruan Shu broke a sweat for the little Palace Master, and also for Chen Yi He; to this day she still hasn't figured out why Qiu Yichen dragged Chen Yi He to the Five Absolutes Palace—was it to deliver him to death while also dragging a cushion?

Chen Yi He was driven to the brink of going berserk; he executed an entire set of the Mountain‑River Sword Technique, yet he didn't even touch a hair of his opponent.

And how could the little Palace Master be any different? After fighting this long, she has remained in a state of evenly matched power!